His voice thick with determination, and I hear myself swallowing hard as my hands instinctively start to move over his body again.
Hearing him say it in no uncertain terms feels like a fuse that he’s lit so deep inside me. The only way I know it can be put out is with the nuclear blast that’ll have to follow.
I might be a virgin, but I’m no dummy. And I’d never just give my heart away.
But Mack’s talking about a bigger picture. A forever picture.
And as much as my heart’s screaming yes, my mind, or should I say, the voice of my mom in my mind is shouting something else.
You’ve known the man for less than twenty-four hours. What could possibly make you think this could last more than five minutes?
I don’t have to dwell on that question too long.
Once my hands find his stiff cock again, stroking him through his jeans, I feel the growing pulse of electric current flowing from him like lava.
Knowing full well I’m already hooked. And that a lifetime of nothing but pleasure from him would be heaven on earth.
I’d be crazy to say yes, to agree with anything.
But it’s Mack himself who cautions me.
“I mean it, Tina,” he says again in a softer tone. “I’m all yours, but the only thing I ask in return is that you’re mine. All mine, and always mine.”
He lets his words sink in, and far from feeling like I’m still falling.
Far from feeling like I’m in the grip of some weekend crush on an older guy. I know I’ve hit the bottom.
Feeling my ears pop. Knowing I never have to come up for air ever again.
Feeling the space inside me where my heart will implode.
I know in a single second that I love Mack, and yes. I want to give myself to him.
All of me in return for all of him. What’s not to love about that?
It sounds like the fairest deal I’ve ever had, and even though I haven’t even seen all of it in action yet, I can already feel Mack drives a hard bargain.
And he won’t quit until he gets what he wants most of all, which somehow, I just know is me being the happiest girl alive.
Content with the man of her dreams in real life.
“I’m yours, if you really want me,” I hear myself reply, making him look relieved but frustrated at the same time.
“I don’t know how to tell you any other way, Tina,” Mack murmurs. “So I guess I’ll have to show you.”
My mind already racing to the thought of how good he will feel inside me.
If he can do that with his mouth, imagine what he can do with that delicious fat dick of his?
But a baby!
I haven’t even had him inside me yet and he’s already talking about a baby.
The tingles that thought gives me inside are just as intense as everything else so far this weekend, and only because I know he’s right.
Because I know deep down that all I’ll ever need is Mack, and a baby of our own would mean we’d always be together.
“You’re the most amazing, beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And soon, real soon. I hope you’ll see just how much you mean to me,” he whispers, holding me close to him again.
And I hold on for dear life this time.
Harder and longer than ever before. Hoping I can show Mack just how much he means to me already.
And already knowing I couldn’t live without him. I know it’s just as well.
Because once my mom gets wind of all this, my life probably isn’t going to be worth living.
Not the way it was just a few hours ago anyhow.
“We don’t have to…, I mean…not here,” Mack finally says, the wheels of his mind turning as I catch the intense look in his eyes.
His features focused on everything I haven’t seen yet. The cabin. The rest of today.
Tonight.
The ripples of my afterglow re-emerge, and I suddenly couldn’t care less if he took me to the moon or just flipped me over this hay bale and filled me with that dick of his.
But maybe. Just maybe, Mack’s a little bit of a romantic at heart under that tough guy exterior that suits him so well.
And seeing as it is my first time, I’m guessing he wants to make it special.
Even though just being with him is special enough.
“We can go as slow or as fast as you want,” he tells me.
Making me wonder if I can wait until we get to his cabin in the woods, not to mention riding there on horseback.
Already wondering how I made it through twenty years of my life without a climax a ‘la Mack, let alone how I’ll get through the next twenty minutes without more of the same.
But like every other racing thought I have, Mack seems to read me easily. And after assuring me we’ll be more comfortable at the cabin, as well as amazing me with his self-control, he suggests we keep moving.