I smile and my eyes open wide.
He looks down at me, smiling back. The three perfect words on his lips, "I love you."
It feels so good it hurts. I bite my lip.
"It's okay, baby. I got you."
And I believe him. When he moves inside of me, I let go, I give in.
The release is reckless and wild, untamed in a way I never thought possible.
I let go completely.
We're in the wild mountains of Big Bear where no one's around for miles. And thank goodness because our orgasms are loud and they go on for hours.
Truett Baker doesn't just love me, he knows how to please me and it turns out, I guess I can please him too.
13
Truett
Hours later, we've managed to pull ourselves to the kitchen, famished. The stars are out and our stomachs are growling. She's perched on a bar stool, wrapped in one of my bedsheets, sipping a glass of red wine. Her hair is tousled, her lips are swollen. Fuck, she looks like an angel.
I've managed to pull on a pair of sweats and my hair is wet from the shower we shared. I have a wooden spoon in my hand that I keep teasing her with. "I do think you'd look pretty hot bent over this counter, bare-assed."
"But I haven't done anything to deserve a spanking," she says coyly.
I laugh. "I know, but you are pretty naughty."
Heat rushes to her cheeks and she smiles. "You said you wanted me to lick your balls."
"That wasn't my idea," I laugh. "But God, you're sexy when you talk like that."
She bites her lip. "There're other things I'd like to try," she admits.
"Yeah," I say, my cock already hard. I try to focus on the steaks that are sizzling on my gas range. "Like what?" I try not to reveal the excitement that is already growing. I can't get enough of her.
"Well, I want to 69. I mean, you've gone down on me and I've gone down on you, but together, maybe in front of the fire?" She looks over at the fireplace. "Wouldn't that be romantic?"
I run a hand over my jaw. "That's one way to put it."
"What's another?" she asks innocently.
"Hot as fuck."
She cracks up then. "Okay, fair enough. I mean, do you think that would be fun?"
"Do I think it would be fun to have your in cunt my face? Yes, Story. I think that would be fun."
"So, for dessert?" she asks, eyebrows raised.
"Or, I suppose, it could be our appetizer if you'd like me to take these steaks off. I can always finish this later."
"No," she says. "I have to eat, I'm seriously starved."
"Me too," I say. "Mashed potatoes are done, steaks are now resting," I say a few minutes later, as I move them off the open flame. “And the garlic bread is just about done. Hope you're hungry."
I admit to having a bit of a hard time plating our dinner. I'm not too much of a man to admit that picturing my girl and I 69ing in front of my fireplace does more than get me all worked up.
I carry the plates over to the dinner table. She follows me, still wrapped in that white bedsheet, looking innocent as hell, as delicious as ever. "I don't think you understand how incredible I think you are. You're strong, resilient. You have passions, dreams, desires."
She licks her lips and picks up her steak knife and fork. "Desires, yes," she says. "We've been learning all about my desires lately, haven't we?" She smiles, taking a bite, moaning as she chews her piece of meat. It's juicy and she savors it. "This is so good," she says. "Damn, a man who knows his way around a kitchen... I could get used to this."
"That's what I was hoping to hear," I tell her as I dig into my own dinner.
"So, we've been talking about my dreams and desires,” she says. “You know what I want my life to look like. But what about you, Truett? What are your dreams?"
I lift my eyebrows. Her honest, direct question rattles me a bit. "Uh, I thought we could fuck our brains out and then start again tomorrow."
She laughs. "Truett, yes, I would like to do that, but, like, bigger picture?"
"I want a family," I tell her. "Some kids. You know those birthday cakes you want to make? I can see them in my future. I'll man the grill, you can handle desserts. I think we'd complement one another pretty well."
"Sure," she says slowly, taking a bite of her potatoes. I love watching her eat. She enjoys each and every bite. It makes me feel good knowing I'm the one who's satisfying her in every single way.
"But, like, beyond being a partner and a father, what do you want for you? You're not exactly an old man, you're not even 30. You've been living out here alone for so long, I just..." She swallows, running a hand through her hair. "I just wonder what's next for you."