But right now, I'm giving in to whatever this night might bring.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
And she nods. "Yes." She repeats, "Yes." She asks for more, and that I can give. Her breasts are small, perky, perfect. Her nipples, cute and hard. I run my fingers over them, my thumbs calloused, caressing her soft nubs. Her eyes are dreamy and hazy, blinking heavily.
"You okay?" I repeat.
She nods. "Happy."
“You ready for that toe-curling orgasm?"
She laughs. Her dress is at her knees. She lifts them up one by one, letting it slide to the side. Her cowboy boots are off. She's in nothing but her panties. They're white lace and damn she looks pure. "It's not fair if I'm the only one naked under the moonlight."
"That sounds about right," I tell her.
She begins unbuttoning my plaid shirt and I unbuckle my jeans. "I don't want to scare you away," I tell her.
"I've been through a lot," she tells me, "I promise I won't be frightened."
I lift an eyebrow, "Darling, you sayin’ you've never seen a man before?"
She shakes her head.
"Why don't we keep these on for a moment?"
She nods. She bites her bottom lip. "I wonder if maybe you're the one who's scared."
I chuckle. "I might be a little scared. Intimidated is maybe the right word."
"What are you intimidated for?" she asks innocently.
"Fuck, Paisley, you have any idea how damn perfect you are?"
"Don't say that," she says. "I'm not perfect."
I run my hands over her, drawing her to me on the blanket, on the bed of the Chevy. I've got a duffel bag that we can use as a pillow. And we lie back, looking up at the stars. I wrap her in my arms, cradling her, drawing her to me. Her tits press to my chest, her leg leaning over mine, my hand running over her ass. "I'm intimidated by you in ways you don't understand," I tell her. "You are so pure, so innocent. I don't want to ruin you."
"Ruin me? Holt, you know where I come from? You know who my mama is? Hell, I don't even know who my daddy is. You've got a mom and dad. I know your family is broken, but not the same way that mine was, is. I've got baggage, Holt. You say you love me. I'm the idea of a girl, this broken girl you can fix. I'm this… this idea in your arms. Sure, my body's not covered in scars like my brothers’ and sisters’, but my heart is broken in ways you won't be able to fix with one night."
"I get that," I say. "I feel like it might take years, a fucking lifetime to heal all that, but..." I lick my lips.
"You want to try?" She closes her eyes and she kisses me.
"Damn right, I do." I run my hands over her body, silky smooth, soft in ways I don't deserve. I run my fingers over her skin, kissing her inch by inch. And then drawing her onto her back, kissing her skin, her thighs, my tongue running over her.
"Holt," she whispers, "oh God." She moans, whimpering in ways I know she needs. She wants her toes to curl, and by God, I'll make them curl.
I run my tongue over her folds. She exhales low, slow, loud, and I like it. I know she needs it. I give it to her the way I know she craves, the way she doesn't know how to ask for, nice and slow. I flick my tongue over her, against her, up and down, deep inside, rolling against her clit in a way I know she's going to remember.
Her toes, fuck, they curl. I feel it as she begins to pulse against me. My tongue, it rolls against her clit, circling her in a methodical and invigorating way.
"Oh God," she moans. Her fingers claw through my hair. "Oh God, Holt." She whimpers loud, louder still. Her thighs clench against my head. Her body grinds against me as she begins to come hard, harder still. She's wet and juicy. I taste her. She tastes so damn sweet, sweeter than I thought was possible. The sweetest fucking thing that's ever entered my mouth and I can't get enough.
Fuck, she's heaven. I fucking grind against her, unable to satisfy my craving. Once her pussy drips for me, I'm determined to get even more. I begin to finger her sweet little cunt the way she needs. Her virgin hole is ripe and ready. And if it's going to be ready for my cock, I need her opened up even wider.
"Oh God," she whimpers, juicy and wet. "What's that? What are you doing?" she asks, eyes widening, as I begin to finger her in a way she hasn't imagined. One finger, two, easing a third in her sweet virgin hole, knowing if she's going to take my cock, she'd better be able to take a third finger. "Oh my God," she groans, her pleasure mounting in a depth that she hasn't fathomed. "Fuck!" Her scream pulses through the fields as she rides out her orgasm in a way she never dreamed. She rides against my hand, and I suck up her sweet release.