To make matters worse, she feels it. She keeps squirming in her seat. Her breathing is accelerated and I’m turned the fuck on.
“This is beautiful,” she says. Her voice is breathy, you know, like it would be after she just had an epic orgasm. Could just be my mind playing tricks on me.
“It is. I love it here. This is home. Always will be.”
“I love that. That you have the history. Mom and I moved every few years or so from one apartment to another. Finally, when Gran got sick, we moved in with her and then stayed there after. That’s the place I sold when I moved here.”
“You didn’t want to hold on to it?”
“No. That’s where she was. I mean, the day she passed, she was at home and it was hard. So damn hard to be there every day, living with that memory. I needed to change, and even though Jamie is like family, I needed blood. Her sister—my Aunt Jenny—and Olivia. She and I were always close.”
“Forgive me for being selfish, but I’m glad you needed that change. I’m glad it brought you here.”
This pulls a chuckle out of her. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” I kiss her neck, because it’s there on display, calling for me to do it.
“How do you know where we are? I’ve been lost since we passed the pond.”
“Hey, you said pond, not lake.” I tickle her belly.
She squirms even more, then smacks my leg. “I’m learning.”
“How are you liking country living?” I ask. I want to know and I need to keep her talking to get my mind off how my cock is nestled in between her ass cheeks.
“You know, I really like it. It’s different, small town versus big city, but the pace is slower and everyone is nice. They always hold the door for you at the grocery store. I get waved at on the road by passing strangers every day. Hell, back home just passing someone on the street, they would bump into you without apology.”
“You think this could be your home? You see yourself digging roots and watching them grow?” The question is selfish because every day I feel like I gravitate to her more and more. I’m in all new territory with how I feel about her, and I need to know where her head is. I don’t know for certain, but I can pretty much guarantee that if I keep this up, falling for her, and she were to leave . . . I don’t know that I could come back from that. She’s worked her way under my skin.
“I think so. I mean, it’s only been a few months, but yeah. I like being close to family, and since they are all I have left . . . yeah, I can see that.”
Just as I’m about to ask another question, Bud has to step over a branch and it causes her to bounce again. This time she lets out a little “Ohhh,” and I can no longer keep it in. “You’re driving me crazy, Whit.” I kiss her neck.
“Wh-what did I do?”
I let my lips linger, trailing kisses up to her ear. “Your fine ass keeps bouncing on my cock.” I raise my hips as evidence.
“I’m sorry?” She says it like a question.
“Don’t be sorry. I love it.” I nip at her earlobe. “I love having you nestled up against me, but it makes me want to touch you.”
“What’s stopping you?”
Fuck me. Does she know what she’s doing? “Hold on, babe.” I make sure my arm is secure around her and give Bud a little nudge with my boot. He grunts but picks up his pace a little. With a gentle tug on the reins, I point him toward the trees. There is a path there we used to ride all the time as kids. It will give us more of a semblance of privacy. Not that anyone is out here, but I’m not taking any chances, not with her. Besides, I’m sure it will make her more relaxed, being hidden by the trees.
As soon as we hit the opening of the trail, I pull back on the reins and Bud backs down to a slow walk. He’s happy with that; he doesn’t like to be in a hurry about anything. “Tell me what you want, Whitney.”
Her head falls back to rest on my shoulder. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She’s just as turned on as I am, but I need her to tell me this is what she wants.
“I’m not stopping you,” she finally says.
“Not stopping me from what, Whit?” My hands rub up and down her thighs and her breath hitches.
“Touching me.” She swallows hard. “I want you to touch me.”
My pleasure. “Where do you want me to touch you? Here?” I skim my fingers under her breast. “Here?” My thumb slides over her pert nipple. “Here?” My hand trails down her stomach until it’s resting between her legs, gently tracing the seam of her pants. She moans. “This what you want, Whit?”
“Y-yes,” she all but pants.
Not needing further encouragement, I slide my hand under the waistband of her pants. The same pants I was cussing earlier due to the tight, thin material, I’m now praising as my hand slides easily to where I want to be. Where she wants me to be.
“Aaron.”
“So wet.” I stroke her slowly.
“More.” She rocks her hips.
Damn. I dip one finger inside her, and I can feel her walls contract around me. Her hand clutches her leg; slowly, I lift it to my lips and kiss the inside of her wrist, the reigns long forgotten. My tongues swirls, mimicking what my thumb is now doing to her clit. “Please,” she begs, and I give her more, removing one finger and returning with two. Her hand reaches up and tangles in my hair. I bury my face in her neck and nip. Her moans, the feel of her wet, tight heat against my fingers, her pulling my hair. . . . I’m about to lose control. Bud, who had stop walking, starts again when Whitney squeezes her legs against him. The movement of his walk has her bouncing on my cock, my fingers a steady rhythm while my thumb applies pressure to her clit.
“Aaron.”
“You’re so fucking sexy. This right here, this is what dreams are made of. Never been this turned on, Whit.”
“So good,” she whimpers. The hand buried in my hair tightens as she tugs.
“Come for me, Whit. Let me hear you. No one here but us,” I remind her. I want to hear her scream my name.
That’s exactly what she does.
“Aaron!”
I bite down on her neck and continue to thrust my fingers inside her until she slumps against me. “That.” I kiss her neck. “Was.” I nip at her earlobe. “The.” I slide my fingers through her folds. “Most.” She turns her head and I kiss her lips. “Erotic fucking moment of my life,” I finish, pulling my lips from hers. Her face is flushed and I don’t know if it’s from her orgasm or her embarrassment. “You’re changing everything, Whitney.” I feel like I need her to know this isn’t my normal. I don’t have girls here at the farm; this is my place. Memories of her here will be with me forever.