"Your other hand can start to play with my balls."
"Really?"
"Yeah," I say.
"All right," she says. "I can do that."
"I know you can. You're good at following directions. You rode that horse real good."
She smirks. "Right. That was all about following directions."
"What aren't you saying?" I ask.
"Nothing," she says. "Just close your eyes and lie back and enjoy your girl playing with your balls."
I laugh. "Damn, this is not how I thought the day was going to go."
"It isn't?" she says. "How did you think the day was going to go?"
"Well, I mean, maybe in my wildest dreams this is how I thought the day was going to go. But I thought I would take you on a little horseback ride and eat a sandwich with you on the swing over by the apple tree. This is not what I thought was going to happen."
"Is this better?"
I open my eyes, and I see her bending over my cock, her mouth open and wide, naked before me.
"Fuck yeah, this is better," I tell her, and I press my hand to her head and I help her.
She begins to suck me up and down, ever so slow, her other hand massaging my balls with a gentle ease, timid and shy. I don't press her to go faster. I don't speed this up. I want it to take as long as she needs, as long as she wants. Hell, I know I could bust my load any damn second as it is because I have the most gorgeous girl in the whole damn world sucking me off. I don't want this to end. Ever.
I feel luckier than I deserve. I feel like this moment shouldn't even be mine. It's too damn good to be true. My cock, it's fucking on edge, aching in a way it never has before, and I swear it never will again. And my princess, she's moving her head up and down, sucking me off like the crowned royal she is. My cock is about to burst, and she seems to know it.
Her eyes meet mine. "Oh," she moans, "you like that?"
I nod. "I fucking love it. I'm so close."
"I can feel it," she begins to say. "I feel... Uh," she moans harder, and I know she's wet for me as she sucks me off, and then she closes her eyes, bearing down as she swallows my seed.
I come hard for her and she swallows me up, down to her belly. My seed, it's firmly planted where it belongs, deep inside her. She finishes. Licking her lips, her hand is still wrapped around my cock.
"I'm still so damn hard," I growl.
She asks what she's supposed to do.
"Come here, Princess," I tell her. "Get real close, right next to me."
She curls up in my arm, one hand wrapped around my shaft, and I kiss her forehead and then her lips.
"That was better than I imagined," she says.
We fall asleep like that, wrapped in one another's arms for an afternoon nap. Naked and together, falling in love.
We wake when the horses let us know they're ready to get on the move. She looks at her watch. It’s been several hours, nearly four in the afternoon.
"Oh God, my aunt and uncle are going to be wondering where I am."
"I'll get you home in no time," I tell her.
"I suppose you will. But I guess we ought to get dressed first," she says with a laugh.
We put our clothes back on, but this time there is no nervousness, we're comfortable.
"No regrets?" I ask her once we are all packed up.
She shakes her head, "Not a single one."
"Good," I tell her.
When we're back on the horses on the trail, she looks over at me.
"Do you think after dinner tonight, you and I could go on a walk?"
"Of course. I want to spend all the time I can with you."
"There are some things I want to talk to you about. Some things I need to say."
"Should I be worried?"
She shakes her head, "No, there's just some things on my mind is all."
"Right, of course." I frown. "We can talk right now if you'd like."
"No, no, I want this moment to be just like it is." She smiles. "Today was the best day of my whole life," she tells me.
I smile, riding with her on the trail, the sun filtering through the trees. "It was the best day of my life too," I tell her.
"But..."
"Liv, don't say it like it was the last day."
"I know," she says. “I just... You know in life there are no guarantees, and I want you to know, no matter what, today, this day was exactly what I needed."
The way she says it has me worried. It makes me think that something's final.
It makes me want dinner to be over because what I really want is to get to the conversation and hear what else is on her mind.