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"Yup, the goats are all my fault. My grandparents still have a few."
The way he says it makes me think there's a story that I'll need to hear.
The subject of goats and grandparents gets dropped, along with our dirty camp clothes and I discover that the shower in the en suite is big enough for both of us to shower in, but not quite big enough for both of us to do much else in.
"We'll be getting that remodeled first," Glen grumbles in regards to the shower's limitations when we realize I can't kneel between his legs without flooding the bathroom floor.
"First?" I have to ask, laughing as we towel ourselves off and do our best to mop the floor with the towels when we're done.
"First," Glen affirms, grabbing me up in his and carrying me, bridal style, into the big bedroom where he drops me on the soft, king size bed.
"We're gonna need more bedrooms," he says, as he starts kissing a trail up the inside of my thigh, "and more bathrooms if we have girls. I've got two sisters-- there are never enough bathrooms in a house with girls."
"Can confirm." I giggle, but mostly because Glen's hot breath is tickling my thigh, "I have two sisters too."
"Then it's decided, we'll build each girl their own bathroom."
It's silly talk about a future that's still in the future, of course, but knowing that he's already thinking about the important things just further convinces me that Glen really is the right man for me.
"Now let me take care of this pussy, sugar," he says softly, speaking into the apex of my thighs. "I didn't get to give it nearly enough attention while we were on the mountain last night."
Glen's king size bed is a lot more comfortable than the hard earth of the mountain with nothing but a thin camp blanket for cushioning and there's plenty of room for me to lie back while he pushes my thighs wide and drags his tongue along my seam.
Glen
Finch's skin is soft and warm from the shower and the campfire and dust have been replaced with the scents of my body wash and shampoo, but when I dip my face into the hot, wet, center of her, I'm still greeted by the same earthy musk of Finch's natural scent.
The one that has my mouth watering immediately, hungry to taste her again. This time when I slip a finger inside her silky channel, I already know just how to measure my strokes while I flick the tip of my tongue over her swollen little pearl till she comes undone for me.
Damn, I am looking forward to figuring out every way she likes to be licked and stroked and touched, and especially, how Sugar likes my getting my cock.
Speaking of which, he's aching for his turn now, hard as rock and weeping pre-cum in anticipation of getting inside Finch's tight little pussy.
"Sugar," I rasp, lifting my head from between her pretty thighs and wiping her cream off my beard, "you're so fucking sweet, I could eat you all damn day."
"Maybe someday I'll let you," she purrs as her arms go around my neck.
She moans into my kiss, and rocks those full hips up against my hard cock but before I can slip inside her, Finch surprises the fuck out of me with a sudden roll that has me on my back looking up at the goddess straddling my groin.
"You look pretty fucking good up there, Sugar," I tell her, pushing against her with my hips while my hands grip her thighs. "What are you thinking you're gonna do now?"
Fuck me, I'm hoping. Ride me like a fucking Valkyrie with all that blonde hair of hers still damp from our shower, sticking to her skin while I get her worked up nice and sweaty so we can take another one together.
"There wasn't room in the tent last night." Finch looks down at me, her little hands pressing against my chest for balance as she raises up and positions herself before sliding onto me completely.
Her eyes go wide and she catches that full bottom lip between her teeth.
My whole body tenses up, trying to keep control of my urge to thrust into that velvet sheath that's choking my dick but I can feel Finch's muscles fighting to relax and I know she's still getting used to taking all of me. So I behave myself and let her have the reins, no matter how hard it is to fight my need to slam all the way up to the hilt.
"That's it, Sugar," I coax her down a few inches more with a gentle tug on her hips. "You're so fucking wet now baby. You're such a good girl, taking my cock all the way like that."
A soft little noise makes its way out of Finch's throat as she slips down to the root of my cock. Her fingertips dig into my sides, her eyes flutter closed, and she bites back the next sound that tries to escape those pretty lips of hers.
I need to hear that sound. I need to hear every sound Finch can make when I'm inside her like this.
My will power is out the goddamn window now and I'm moving like a man possessed, desperate to thrust into her heat until she's fucking screaming for me while I pump her full of cum.
Fuck, she's gorgeous, bouncing on my cock and rocking those sweet hips of hers, looking for just the right pressure to find her release.
