When I walk in the door most evenings, I usually find her relaxing on the couch. Her knees are tucked in beneath her and she’s wrapped up in a throw blanket as she binges watches some show on Netflix.
The best part though, is she looks so at home here. Hell, she is my fucking home.
Every night I go to sleep with her tucked so close into me, there’s no room between us. I wake up most mornings and she has her leg hitched over my hip or is practically sleeping on top of me. It’s been the best form of torture.
One night, I woke to the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock. I thought she was asleep, that joke was on me though.
When she whispered out my name, I knew she was awake and alert. My hand drifted down to where she was slowly jacking my cock, wrapping my hand around hers, and showing her just the way I liked it.
I’m not even ashamed at how fast she had me coming on my stomach. After that I whipped the shirt she was wearing off of her, cleaning myself up with it, and pounced. I tasted every inch of her body, from her lips, to her collarbone. Fuck, those sweet nipples of hers. She was so sensitive, I knew she could come with me just sucking on them. I wanted to savior that for another day. That night, I wanted her taste on my tongue most. My tongue traveled all the way down the curve of her stomach, only stopping when the shorts she was wearing kept me from my heaven.
“Oh, god, Levi,” she moaned, her hips going up in the air as I whisked the material down her legs and threw them somewhere in the distance.
I took my time. I brought her to the highest peak, only to bring her back down. Enjoying every moment and every taste. When she grabbed a fistful of my hair, thrusting her hips towards my mouth I knew she was ready to come. I used my thumb to slowly insert into her tight sheath. I didn’t want to hurt her. She told me the truth a couple of nights before this one, that she was a virgin. I didn’t want to hurt her, not after I finally get to have her. I’ve waited years for her, and I wanted to cherish every moment when we finally came together.
With my thumb slowly penetrating her, I turn my attention to her clit, sucking, nipping, and licking at it until she’s well on her way to coming for me.
“Right there, Levi. Please!” She all but screams. I look up and see her, she’s grabbing the sheets in her fists, head thrown back, and her breasts are heaving.
I speed up my pace and when she comes, it’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had.
15
Peyton
It’s been a long week, I admit it. The hours aren’t horrible, but the amount of people coming into the clinic these days without health insurance and hardly any money to their names, that’s the hardest part. Especially when it’s a child that is so sick. It makes my heart ache.
With that thought in my head, I close down my computer at work and turn in all the paperwork that our nurse on duty would need for the day.
“Hey, Susie, I’m heading out,” I tell the receptionist, as I put on my winter coat. It’s mid-November and already snowing. We’re going to have another harsh winter, which means Levi will need all kinds of help with the horses from my ranch and the horses he raises. I don’t envy him right now. It also makes me think he may have bitten off more than he could chew. I hope he doesn’t resent buying the Triple J ranch.
“Have a good weekend, see you on Sunday,” she responds, and I smile and walk out the door.
I climb inside the truck my dad once drove. It isn’t anything amazing. Just a truck he kept at the ranch. It’s better than driving my little car when snow is on the ground though. I saw the way Levi looked at it when I mentioned driving Dad’s truck, “Better the truck than that death trap you call a car, baby.”
“Hey, my car isn’t too horrible.”
“Yeah, it is, I’d rather you be in a Tahoe or a Suburban, but the truck is much better than the car,” he grunted.
“I know, which is why I’m driving it, silly. I promise not to put myself in harm’s way.” Leaning up and wrapping my hands around his neck, he meets me and kisses me before he walks me out to Dad’s truck. I saw him stay there watching my taillights as I left.
I continue on back to Levi’s ranch, something I’m noticing I like to be at more and more. If he’s not careful, I’ll move in when he’s not looking. We’ve fallen into this comfortable place where we work so seamlessly together, whether it’s cooking meals, cleaning up the house, and even while we’re in the bathroom sharing a space. I have to admit, I’m a messy person when it comes to the bathroom and having lotions, make up, hair products, and who knows what else.