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He reached over to the little bag he’d tossed down near our clothes, fishing out a little bottle of lube. I watched him slick himself up with unhurried care, like he was putting on a little show for me. I definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Come here,” he said again, settling back against the grass this time, pulling me down with him until I understood what he wanted. “You take what you want from me,” he grinned, his fingers digging into my skin. “Give yourself exactly what you need to feel good.”

I straddled his hips, my skin already flushed and hot. There was something intimate about his offer. Usually he was the one fucking me, taking control, and leading the way. But this time he wanted me to call the shots, to put my pleasure first. I loved that about West. He always put my needs first. That’s why I made sure to take good care of him too. He deserved it.

I reached back and took him in hand, guiding him to where I needed him, and sank down slowly, feeling the stretch burn sweet through me as I took him inch by inch. West groaned low in his throat, his head tipping back against the grass, his hands coming up to grip my hips, just holding on like he needed something to anchor himself while I worked myself down onto him.

“Fuck, Rhett,” he breathed, his fingers flexing against my skin. “You feel so damn good.”

I braced my hands against his chest and rolled my hips slowly, finding the rhythm I wanted, taking my time with it the way he always took his time with me. The sky kept bleeding darker overhead, streaks of orange fading into that deep velvet blue. The crickets had gotten loud enough now that they nearly drowned out every sound except the two of us breathing hard together.

Working my ass in slow, small circles, I drew small gasps from him that only fueled me further. He was so hard and pulsing inside me, pressing against my prostate with every movement. Pleasure rushed through my body, making me tingle from head to toe. My own cock sat hard against his belly, steadily leaking pre-cum onto his skin. The slickness of it created a delicious friction that I was trying very hard not to chase.

“D-Does it feel g-good?” West stammered, his fingers digging into my skin as I clenched around him.

“Best cock I’ve ever had,” I replied, sinking down onto him again. “Every inch of you is fuckin’ perfect, West.”

He let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan, his hips twitching up beneath me like he couldn’t quite help himself. “Keep talkin’ like that and this ain’t gonna last near as long as I planned.”

“Who said anything about lastin’?” I rocked down harder, grinding against him, chasing that spot that made my whole body light up like a struck match. “Thought you wanted me to take what I wanted?”

“I do.” His hands slid up from my hips to my waist, thumbs tracing slow circles against my skin. “Just didn’t figure you’d be so damn good at takin’ it.”

I laughed, breathless, and leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep, my hips never losing their rhythm. He met me there, his tongue soft against mine, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. That gentleness got me every time. No matter how many times we’d been together, he still kissed me like it was the first time, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck.

I sat back up, bracing my palms against his chest, and picked up the pace a little, rolling my hips in long, deliberate waves that had him groaning low every time I sank all the way down. The last of the daylight had gone now, the sky overhead deepening into true night, stars scattered thick enough that I could make out the pale ribbon of the Milky Way if I tipped my head back far enough. The creek rushed along behind us, steady and constant, and somewhere out in the dark a bullfrog started up a low, croaking song like it wanted in on whatever we were doing.

“Rhett.” My name came out of him rough, strained. “You keep clenchin’ down on me like that and I ain’t gonna last.”

“Then don’t, West,” I said, grinding down slow and deliberate. “I want to feel it.”

His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me now, helping me find a rhythm that had both of us gasping. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my own cock. I stroked myself in time with every roll of my hips, chasing that tight coil of heat building low in my belly. West’s eyes were fixed on me, full of starlight, watching my hand move like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. “Just like that, Buttercup. Just like that.”

The praise sent a shiver straight down my spine, and I sped up, riding him faster now, my thighs burning with the effort but not caring one bit. He thrust up to meet me, finding that perfect angle again, and I cried out into the dark, not caring who might hear because there wasn’t anybody for miles to hear it anyway.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “West, I’m so fucking close.”

“Cum for me,” he said, voice cracking around the words. “Let me feel it, Rhett. Please.”

That was all it took. I came hard, spilling over my own fist and onto his stomach, my whole body clenching down around him as the pleasure crashed through me in waves. West groaned loud at the feeling, his hips stuttering up beneath me. A few short thrusts later he followed, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise as he spilled deep inside me, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard, the night air cool now against our heated and damp skin. He wrapped his arms around me, holding on tight, and I felt his heart hammering just as fast as mine beneath my cheek.

“Rhett,” he murmured after a while, his fingers trailing lazy patterns up and down my spine.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” He said it soft, certain, like it was the easiest thing in the whole world to say. “More than anything. More than I ever thought I could love somebody. I didn’t know it was you I’d been waiting for my whole life, but I’m glad I did. I love you so damn much.”

I lifted my head to look at him and found his eyes shining in the dark, filled with more love than I ever thought I’d see in my lifetime.

“I love you too, West,” I whispered back.

Chapter 25

Westley