Cleo nodded, ready to swing her leg over but I was faster. I wrapped my arms around her waist and flipped us so her back was flat on the ground and I was hovering over her. She let out a sweet, but nervous, giggle as my fingers played along the waistband of her underwear.
“I think I like you beneath me,” I said, working the fabric slowly down her hips until she was bared to me.
Holy fucking shit. This was real. This was happening.
I dropped the cotton scraps beside her dress, hesitating to get my first honest look at her beneath the moonlight. Soft blonde curls were nestled between her thighs, just a few shades darker than her hair. My nostrils flared as she squeezed her legs together.
“Don’t do that,” I said, dragging my gaze up to meet hers. “Don’t hide.”
“You’re staring at me weirdly,” she murmured.
“I’m staring at you like I want you, like it’s taking everything in me not to rush things and make sure this is just as enjoyable for you as it already has been for me.” Her lips parted, and I could see the way she relaxed a fraction, so I continued. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Clearly you need to get out more.”
“What would make you more comfortable?” I asked, sitting back on my heels. Something had changed from moments ago, and I didn’t like the way she seemed to revert to shyness.
Cleo blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Five seconds ago, you were confidently calling shots, practicallydrooling as I jacked off to the sight of you watching me do it.”
“I was not drooling,” she muttered.
“And now that the positions are reversed, I feel you clamping up. Is it the position? Do you not want to go any further? And to be clear, it won’t hurt my feelings if the answer is yes, but I won’t know unless you talk to me.”
Cleo took a breath and sat up. “I think I like it when I feel like I have some semblance of control. It’s like I know I can stop at any time, and it makes me feel… sexy, I guess. Right now, with you staring the way you are, I’m too in my head. I keep wondering if you’re noticing how bloated I am, or the bruises and scrapes I got last week when Houdini dragged me six feet across the pasture.”
“Okay then,” I said, holding out my hand.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, panic flaring in her eyes.
My lips tilted in a smile. “Oh, bluebird… We’re not stopping. Just trust me.” I reached behind me, grabbing hold of the neck of my shirt and tugging it over my head. It felt unfair she was completely naked while I still had everything on. She stayed still as I quickly removed my jeans, boxers, and boots.
The moment I was done, I held my hand out once again. That was all it took for her to place her palm against mine. I pulled her close to me, earning a soft laugh that probably shouldn’t have made my dick harder than it already was, and then I flipped us once again. She was on top, straddling my hips and staring down at me with such awe.
“This better?” I asked, and she nodded. “Good. Don’t worry about telling me what you need, baby.”
“You said you liked seeing me beneath you,” she said, looking away.
I gripped her chin and brought her face back to mine, kissing her. “I love you anyway I can get you. That doesn’t mean you have to like all the same things as me, and it can be somethingwe can try later if you want. Whatever does or doesn’t happen tonight won’t define the rest of our lives.”
Cleo kissed me again, but this time she guided my hand where she wanted it—which, lucky for me, was right between her pretty thighs. I groaned against her lips as I felt how eager she was. She began grinding against my hand, rocking back and forth so I brushed her clit with each keen movement.
“Take what you need, bluebird. Make yourself feel good,” I panted, pulling back to watch her do exactly as I said. Her hands landed on my shoulders for support, digging deeper into my skin with each rock of her hips. It wasn’t long before I realized how close she was, and then she detonated.
I held her through each wave of pleasure and stutter of movement, murmuring my praise in her ear as sweat clung to her skin. I didn’t even feel the bite of her nails until her grip lessened, leaving me with indentations I knew would bruise.
Good. I’d proudly wear whatever marks she gave me.
“I want you so much,” Cleo panted, leaning back to grab one of the many condoms she brought out. Her fingers shook as she tried to open the foil packet. I chuckled, plucking it from her hold and tearing it open.
We both paused as we stared at it between us, the reality of what we were about to do evident by the rubber between my fingers. Cleo took the condom from me, slowly making her way down and rolling it onto my length. I hissed at the contact, suddenly thankful she had come prepared with plenty of protection. Honestly, I was grateful for the thing. There was no way I wouldn’t come the moment I entered her without it.
She sat back to stare at her handiwork, eyes widening as she came to some sort of realization. “How is this thing gonna fit?” I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. “It’s not funny! What if this thing destroys me?”
“You’re great for my confidence, bluebird, but I’m prettyaverage.” I mean, I might have been on the bigger side of that spectrum, but I definitely wasn’t what she was describing.
Her eyes widened. “Average?”
