"Because I want many more nights like this. And I want more camping trips too. If you can make me feel this safe after only a couple weeks, I can't wait to spend the next couple of years together."
"I can't wait either. So next weekend sounds perfect. You worry about the dress, and I'll make sure everything else is taken care of." At y words, a huge smile crosses her face.
We lay there as she gently traces her hand up and down my chest. Every movement turns me on a little more. I don't even try to hide how hard she makes me.
I know the moment she sees my cock tenting my pants because her breath catching in the sexiest, quiet gasp. What I don't expect is for her to reach down and grip my cock.
It feels so good, I groan out loud. For so many years, my cock has felt anything but my own hand. She strokes me a few times and I'm already so close to the edge, but I can't let that happen.
In the blink of an eye, I flip us so I'm on top of her, caging her in and pinning her wrists above her head.
"You are first," I tell her and reach one hand into her panties to find her already wet waiting on me.
Using her juices to coat my fingers, I play with her clit. The moan she gives as she arches her back is almost my undoing. Letting her hands go, I hold myself above her while I continue to finger her.
She wastes no time reaching into my pants for my cock and this time I don't stop her. I watch how she reacts to every stroke of her clit because I need to know how to drive her as crazy as she makes me feel.
My movements get more frantic the closer she gets to making me cum all over her stomach. As her orgasm takes over, she doesn't stop stoking me. Just watching her cum is hot enough that I couldn't stop mine if I tried.
I watch stream after stream of warm white cum coat her cover her panties and up her stomach and I think the only thing that would look sexier is my ring on her finger while I was doing it.
Chapter 9
Willow
Todayaftertheweddingwe are taking a lazy day. We are both working inside, me on the t-shirt quilt I'm making and him on a set of bows and arrows. I love watching him work with his hands. He knows what he's doing and his movements are easy and sure.
As much as I am watching him, he’s keeping a close eye on me too. There is something so comforting about the normalcy of this moment. I hope we have many more days like this.
If this is what life is like up on the mountain, I'm really kicking myself for not doing something like this sooner. My dad would have loved this, but we were both so stuck in Chicago and our lives there. I wish that he could have had a chance to experience a life like this before he died.
Though I can’t remember the last time I slept as well as I did last night in Bennett's arms. He made me feel safe and protected. But at the same time, it makes me feel guilty for not sharing exactly what's going on in my life. Then I think about how well things are going and I don't want to burst the bubble. Not yet anyway. While I know I'm going to have to tell him eventually, right now I want to enjoy this time with him.
When I look up at him again, I find him already looking at me. He doesn't turn away but continues to let his eyes roam down my body. With his eyes on me, it’s as if his hands are on my skin and not just his eyes.
While studying my every move, he says, "Every year I do some trading with the local farmer whose property borders the edge of my property at the back. I need to go renegotiate this season's agreement. If I go up there this afternoon, do you want to go with me?"
He's waiting to see my reaction. I've noticed that he studies every little thing about me. It's as if he wants to know every detail or that I'm telling the truth about things. If I had to guess, I’d say he wants to make sure I'm not just saying yes to something to make him happy or he wants to make sure that it's something I truly want.
"Yeah, I’d like to see you in action and all."
That earns me a smile from him and we both finish up what we're doing and get ready to leave. Once in his car, I want to know more.
"So, what exactly is this agreement that you have with them?"
"They use a part of my land strictly for hay and pay me a land rent fee. But instead of cash, we swap meat so it's that much less I have to hunt on my own. Now that you're here, it will be a huge help, and later as we grow our family."
He says it's so casually I don't think he realizes that his thinking about us building our family together is so much further out in the future than I ever dreamed to look. I turn my head to look out the window so he can't see the flush that has covered my face.
Soon we're heading out of the mountains and down into flat land passing farm after farm.
"Is this still Whiskey River?" I ask, trying to get my bearings.
"Technically yes. The mountains are on the north side of town, and the farmland is more towards the east. I've worked with this family for many years. There are four brothers who work running the ranch and then they have a sister who helps out here and there. But I mostly work with and talk to the older brother."
Finally, he turns down one of the long driveways and we make our way up to a farmhouse. We’re greeted by a barking dog that’s running off the front porch to our car. Right behind the dog is an honest-to-God cowboy in wranglers and cowboy hat coming outside to greet us.
"Bennett! We were just talking about you and hoping you'd stop by soon," the cowboy says as we step out of the truck. "And you brought a pretty lady with you."