I run my hand against my aching shaft that presses against my pants. I'm going to lose my load in five seconds flat. I press my mouth against her sweet cunt, licking her up the way she deserves as she comes hard, orgasming against me, the way she's always needed, the way she never has before.
No man has ever touched her pussy, ever licked her sweet cunt. Ever been with her. Not once, not ever. I am hers. I am the only one for her now, forever. Forever. Damn. I need more. I need all of her. I need this. This. Us.
I come in my pants. It's been so damn long, years, forever since I've been with anyone. She's the only one I want. She has no fucking clue. My girl is so damn innocent, so pure, my little angel who opened up for me so fucking perfectly.
I join her on the bed. She's shaking with pleasure. I press my hand to her pussy, and she looks at me, her eyes hooded. "Oh my God," she says, "I've never come before. I mean, not like that. I've tried, but I haven't ever been able to. But you, oh my God, Truett."
"It's okay, baby. I got you."
"Is that how it always feels?" she asks. "When someone gets off, is that how?"
"No," I say, "it's not. That was special. That was really special," I tell her. "What just happened there was magic. Fate. It was meant to be."
She smiles. Her heart's pounding. Her tits are still in that cute little bra, pressed together, looking so damn good. I want to pull it off so I can see her round tits, her nipples hard, but I am not going to push her further.
She's falling asleep in my arms. Her hips look so good as she rolls against me. She runs her hand over my arms, her fingers playing with my hair. Her eyes close. "I'm sorry, I'm just so tired all of a sudden. I feel so good. You made me feel so good. I've never felt so good." Then she's out like a light.
I stare at her sleeping. I pull a blanket over her, wanting her to rest, thinking of the life she's had. When was the last time she felt safe and protected?
Probably far too long ago. I hate that for her.
When I realize she's not going to wake, I try to get some sleep myself, but it's damn near impossible.
This city is fucking crazy. It's loud as hell. The traffic's insane.
It's so bright, lights everywhere. It's hectic, even when it should be quiet.
I miss the mountains. I can't get any rest, and around 4:00 AM, I'm pacing, needing to go, needing to sleep, needing home.
I kiss her on the forehead and I write a note, knowing I'll see her soon enough – after I've gotten some proper rest – knowing I'll never be able to sleep in this town, knowing it's why I left in the first place.
10
Story
When I wake in the morning, I roll over, disappointed to see that the bed is empty. Sitting up, I recount the night before.
Truett was here with me. He was on his knees at the end of my bed, and it was monumental. I close my eyes, remembering every detail, the way my body felt, the way he made me feel, the way I exploded against him over and over again.
I pull on a bathrobe, walking around my apartment, and there is no sight of him. When I walk back in my bedroom, on my nightstand I see a handwritten note.
Picking it up, I read his words.
My dearest Story,
Last night was better than a fairy tale. It was the start of a dream come true. I can't sleep in the city. I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.
Come to Big Bear Mountain tonight.
I want to see you. I need to be with you. Please?
With all my heart, Truett
I press the paper to my chest, rereading it half a dozen times. I bite my bottom lip, realizing this wasn't some fantasy, some dream I had. It was real. All of it.
I smile as a notification pops up on my phone. For a moment, I think maybe it’s him, but then I realize he doesn't have my phone number and I don't have his, and it's only 7:00 AM. It's not a phone message. In fact, it's a notification reminding me that I have three birthday cakes I need to make today for customers. Right. I can't just run off to Big Bear Mountain to fantasize and finish off what I started with Truett last night.
I have a job to do. And as I scroll through my calendar, I realize tomorrow I have a custom cake pop order, and the next day I have to bake cookies for a graduation party, along with a retirement party cake. Not to mention the two shifts at Honeybee’s that I've got to make.