“That feels so good.” I held his head to my breasts and widened my legs as his fingers stroked through my folds.
“Good.” He rubbed me there until I was writhing and I felt like I was on the verge of coming undone. He then put one of his long fingers inside me.
My pussy clasped around it. “Yes.”
He groaned too. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Please, Wyatt.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for; I only knew I needed him to take care of me.
He moved his hips over mine, his tip nestling against my entrance. He looked down on me. “We can stop, baby.”
“No. Don’t stop.” Was he kidding? I was about to combust. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me.
“Let me do it,” he said on another groan. “This might hurt.”
It couldn’t be worse than the ache I had there now. “I don’t care.”
I looked up into his face, filled with torment. He looked like he was in pain too, as he bit his lip, his expression strained as he pushed the head of his dick inside me.
A wave of emotion flowed through me. This was finally happening. But need pushed away the emotion, as my hips gyrated, seeking more from him.
“Ah, fuck…” He groaned. He pushed some more and then withdrew.
I gripped him close, not wanting him to move away. But then he pressed in again, slid back, and again, each time sliding inside a little bit deeper.
“You ready?” I barely recognized his voice, there was so much tension in it.
“Yes, Wyatt. I love you.”
He withdrew and the next thrust was hard and deep. The feeling of him filling me was beyond what I could have imagined. I felt full, but no pain.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Yes, perfect.” I rocked my hips, still seeking more of him.
“Jesus…Sinclair…” He levered up on his hands and looked down on me, his bangs falling into his face. “I’m not sure I’ll hold out.”
I reached and pushed his hair back, wanting to see his green eyes. “I don’t care. I want to feel you.”
He gave me a quick hard kiss, and then his body moved. In and out. My hips followed his rhythm in perfect synchronization. It was proof that we were meant to be. Each time he slid in, I felt his thickness sizzling along my sensitive walls. It was delicious and frustrating all at the same time. I felt like my insides were coiling tighter and tighter and any minute now I was going to explode.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped. He reached down, pulling my thigh up and opening me to him more. Then he plunged in, and holy moly, my entire world imploded and then blasted into the million stars that were lighting the sky above us.
“Yes, baby…yes… Fuck, you feel so good.” His hips bucked and warmth spread through me, until he collapsed.
I held him to me, trying not to cry. I wasn’t in pain. I didn’t feel regret. My tears were an overwhelming abundance of love for Wyatt. He was everything to me. And now, I was sure we’d be together forever.
1
Wyatt – Ten Years Later
Coming home was like walking back in time. Driving back into Salvation, Nebraska after ten years serving in the military, I saw all the same corn and soybean fields. All the same cattle ranches. The town itself had hardly changed at all. Perhaps a little more scarred and tired, but so was I.
Of course, there was one glaring difference; my father was gone. Good riddance. The bastard overstayed his welcome as far as I was concerned. One thing I learned in the military was that my fuck-up of a father wasn’t so unusual. Many of my brothers came from abusive homes run by drunken fathers and mothers who enabled them.
My father had always been selfish. He’d always fucked as many women as would open their legs for him. But until a few months ago, he’d always stuck around. Like a bad penny. Apparently, a barfly at the local bar was appealing enough that he’d run off with her. To my mind, this was good news. Neither my mother nor I needed that asshole around.
But leaving my mother to manage a cattle ranch, that was fucked up. Farming in general wasn’t a great vocation anymore. Cattle farming was doing okay, but it had dropped the last few years. Having been away, I didn’t know why. Was it because there was more emphasis on plant-based diets? Or the fact that cows were bad for the environment since they farted methane. Up until I got the call from my mother about my father leaving, I didn’t care to know.