"Not yet."
Peter climbed up my body and pushed his cock against me. I wasted no time. My legs wrapped around his waist and I yanked him flush against my body. Every inch slammed inside of me and I cried out at the top of my lungs. I could do that because we lived i
n the middle of nowhere. It wasn't like anyone was going to hear me anyway.
My body rocked and rolled with his as he drove harder inside of me. Passionate, frenzied, wild. I craved that and he seemed to know it. Peter gave me exactly what I needed until he slowed down. He kissed my neck, my lips, my head, and my heart pounded in my chest.
Two different sides of him. It was exactly who Peter was as a person. He rocked against me softly and slowly as he took his time and made sure that I experienced the pleasure that I deserved. Our lips met and we kissed until mine were pink, swollen and completely addicted to his.
"I love you," Peter whispered against my lips. "And I always will."
"I love you too," I mumbled against him. "Don't ever think I don't for a second."
My body writhed against his as I closed my eyes and rode the wave of our passion together. Peter abandoned soft and slow as he pressed his hips against me in renewed fervor. I cried out and my arms wrapped around his neck as he rocked and thrust inside of me.
His hips undulated, rotated and shifted in ways I never even thought possible. I melted underneath the heat and fury of his body.
I couldn't take much more. I cried out his name until my throat burned raw and my eyes watered. He picked up speed and slammed into me with ferocity, just the way I liked it.
My eyes rolled back, my toes curled and pointed toward the ceiling and I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.
Peter was mine and I was his. I held no shame in enjoying every inch of his chiseled, hard body. I kissed him hard as I shuddered and vibrated underneath him. My walls squeezed him and coaxed the cum out of his body until I felt how hard he jerked and twitched. Heat flooded me, even masked as it was by the condom and I loved it.
"I love you," I panted. "Forever."
“I love you too baby."
We kissed and I never thought I'd be that damn happy ever again. I couldn't believe how long I'd put him off and not realized how genuine and pure his love really was.
Now? I couldn't live without it. I couldn't live without him. The love of my life. And I was okay with that.
"So, what are we going to do about this?" Peter asked sometime after we'd both stopped trembling. "We both have houses."
"Yeah," I said. "I'm keeping mine. It might be filled with fucked up memories, but they're my memories. Besides, as much as I adore you I don't want to live with you just yet. It would be nice to just date like normal people and then when we're ready we can move in together."
Peter nodded. "Makes sense."
"You're not upset, are you?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, baby. I don't mind dating without living together. You need time to adjust back to being home. Besides, you're welcome to come and spend a night whenever you'd like."
"Same here," I smiled. "Whenever you'd like to visit me I'll be more than happy to have you." I pursed my lips. "Whenever I get like beds and stuff again."
Peter cracked up. "You're the cutest fucking thing in the world."
"Is that why you love me?" I asked as I batted my lashes.
"Oh, that and so many more reasons baby."
I grinned. As much as I loved the fact that I would have a house of my own, I knew that one day the ranch would be my home. I loved Rory. I loved the cattle. I could see my life as it unfolded there with him and I couldn't think of a time when I was happier.
Epilogue
Joanne
One Year Later
I smiled at the class of kindergarteners in front of me. They seemed happy as they played with the sand and water table that I'd set up. So far we'd produced several sandcastles and were having a contest on who could make theirs the biggest. I grinned as I helped out pushing a seashell in there and making a moat for the next group.