Brooks kissed me, “I’m glad.”
We scooted back together against the pillows. The sun kept setting, soon turning the sky into pinks and purples. As I ate some of the salami, Brooks pulled out a bottle of wine and glasses from behind him. It was a pretty bottle, and the wine bubbled as he poured it. I took a sip, the fizz dancing across my lips, and its sweet, fruity taste pairing perfectly with the other things on the board.
“Are you a secret sommelier?” I asked.
He laughed. “No, the old woman in the grocery store just knows her shit and is happy to help a desperate farmer in need.”
“Desperate indeed,” I giggled.
We enjoyed the food and wine until the bottle was gone and the sun had fully disappeared, plunging the sky into darkness. Brooks put away everything so we could cuddle up. Stars began flickering around us, so clear it was like we could see the whole Milky Way from here.
“You can’t see the stars in the city,” I said.
“Why?”
“All the lights make it almost impossible to see anything other than the moon. But out here it’s like I can see every one.”
“It is really pretty. I’ve never thought about it before now, but with you, sometimes it feels like I’m seeing everything with fresh eyes. It’s hard to explain.”
“I feel the same way.” I turned to face him, and he did as well. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath tickle my nose.
He kissed me softly. It was just as sweet as always, something I’d come to love about my days. Waking up next to him, our morning talks, our late nights. It was all blending together and starting to feel like it could be my forever.
His hands traveled my body, touching my tits, my waist, my thighs.
“Does anyone come out here?” I asked against his lips.
“Nope,” he said. “Just us.”
“Good.” I flipped him over and started unbuttoning his pants. His zipper hissed down and I popped him out of his jeans, his length hard and ready to go.
My mouth came around it easily, sucking him down as far as I could in a single take. He groaned, his hands coming around to touch my head. I pulled up and ran my tongue around the tip the way I learned he liked, earning me a small shot of precum that I lapped up happily. I’d never gotten this hot just from bringing a partner pleasure, but something about seeing him writhing under me had my cunt tingling.
I pushed my thighs together, rubbing, hoping for some friction. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. “I can see you wanting; let me give it to you.”
I pulled off him and looked up to see his blue eyes shining at me. He still had his hat on, and something about it always made him that much hotter.
I gripped it and placed it on my own head.
“How does it look?”
“Good,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Really good.”
I was glad to be wearing a dress so I could easily pull my panties aside and position myself over him.
I sank down all at once, obsessed with the feel of him stretching me quickly.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands going to my hips. I bounced on him, loving the way he filled me over and over again. Every once in a while, I would go as far down as I could and grind, rubbing my clit against him.
“Honey, you feel so good.” He grabbed my hips and pushed up, taking the lead. Brooks normally let me ride him, but once we started fucking in earnest, he would give it to me just the way I liked. As if we were so in tune that he knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t ask.
I pulled up and off and listened to him whine for a second.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’re far from done.”
Chapter twenty-one
Brooks
