“I can’t wait until we walk back to the farmhouse,” he says, holding himself above me with nothing but desire in his eyes.
“No one is going to see us,” I say, reaching down and pushing his shirt up past his abs until he takes over the motion and strips it off over his head, showing me his bare chest and the still-healing North Star tattoo.
I place my hand over his rippling muscles, my fingers tenderly tracing the outside of the raw skin. “I think I found my way home,” Theo murmurs, seconds before bringing his mouth to mine. And with those few words, my heart seems to completely explode. I think I’m in love.
THEO
She’s everything I never knew I wanted. I’ve spent decades traveling this earth and feeling as though simply my thirst for more experiences and sights was what kept me leaving the farm, over and over again. But that wasn’t the case at all. I was searching. Searching for this woman who was born to hold my heart in the palm of her hands and my seed in her womb. Every time I’m with her, I feelright,more settled than I’ve ever been. And I know without a doubt that it’s here that I’ve found my home.
“I can’t get enough of you, Dot,” I rasp, sucking against her bottom lip before driving my tongue past her lips once more. She has the sweetest taste, and I briefly wonder what it’ll be like tasting the rest of her. Mind blowing is my bet. And after I press my face between her thighs, I know I’ll never, ever be full of her. I’ll always be starved and wanting more.
“Take what you need,” she whispers, her thighs wide open beneath me, ankles wrapped around me as I pin her to the soft ground with my weight.
“Oh, I plan to,” I say, pressing up on one hand and using the other to unbutton the cute little pinafore dress she wore to work today. Every time I saw her, my dick got hard from wanting to bend her over and lift that pleated skirt, tear into her tights to create just enough of a slit for me to do everything I want with her. She’s fucking gorgeous, soft and sensuous. I want to own every part of her. I want to make love. I want to fuck. I want to be gentle. I want to be rough and filthy, and every other possible thing you can be with a partner. I want it all.
She sucks in a breath when my fingers brush against the smooth skin of her belly, and I pause, looking her in the eyes as I push the fabric further open and the black lacy bra she’s wearing is on display. If I wasn’t already rock hard and desperate to sink myself inside her, the sight of her milky white tits spilling out of a barely there bra is enough to make me almost embarrass myself.
“I hope you chose this in case I saw it,” I say, mesmerized by the sight of my tanned fingers tracing the outline of her breasts. “This whole outfit has been driving me wild all day.”
“You might have had something to do with it,” she gasps, her chest heaving and her voice rough as I trail my fingers lower.
Shifting back, I lower my head and press a kiss next to her navel. This isn’t a moment where I really want to think about Duke, but I can’t ignore the tiny voice in the back of my head telling me he’s going to kill me for doing this with his sister. But since I plan to marry and put a baby in this gorgeous girl, it’s kind of something he’s going to have to get used to. He won’t be able to chase me away. Dottie is mine, and mine only.
“Mmm. I fucking hope so. I don’t even want to think about another man seeing you like this,” I say, dragging my teeth across her belly as I slide my hands under her skirt and lift the pleated material over her hips, revealing nothing but black, opaque tights and the shadow of her panties underneath. I don’t know what it is about these things. They look like a thin pair of yoga pants and reach up high on the waist in a way that a lot of women find unflattering. But for me, I fucking love them. And when I hook my fingers where they pucker at the tops of her thighs and pull outwards, the tearing sound sends a shiver down my spine.This.This is why I like these things. They tear apart so easily that exposing her creamy thighs and silky panties is like ripping into a gift on Christmas morning—wonders are found inside.
Dottie lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan when I place my hand on the lacy window covering her mound then slide my hand between her legs, letting out a moan of my own when I feel how wet she is for me.
“I hope this is for me too,” I say, pressing my fingers against her apex and rubbing until more of that glorious wetness seeps through.
“It’s for you. It’s all for you,” she gasps, rocking her hips with my movement.
“Even this?” I ask, slipping my fingers into the side of her panties and almost coming when I connect with her silken seam, probing gently into her valley of her cunt until I reach that little nub and pay it some specific attention.
“Yes!” she cries out, pressing up on her elbows like she’s trying to watch what I’m doing to her.
I shift back even further and nudge my nose next to where I’m playing. “Can I taste it?”
“Oh god. Yes. Please.”
The need in her voice makes me feel so powerful that I almost want to make her call me ‘sir’ or ‘lord’ or ‘daddy’ or something equally delightful, because regardless of what she calls me, I intend to be the man who provides her with everything she needs, in and out of the bedroom, from this day forward. But I refrain from any power play, because I simply can’t form any more words. I’m desperate for a taste.
Bowing my head, I pull her panties even further aside and taste all of her with a long, deep lick of my tongue, teasing her clit with slow then fast movements until her whimpers change in pitch, and I pull back with a kiss.
“This is mine now. Do you understand that?” I ask, lifting up so I can meet her eyes while I tease her entrance with the tip of my thick finger. I swear she gets even more wet as she nods. “I don’t care who was here before me—I don’t want to hear about it—but I do want you to understand that after tonight, there’ll be no one else. You are mine, Dottie. Mine.”
And just as I thrust two fingers inside her, she gasps out five words that completely change my world. “There’s never been anyone else.”
My entire body stills, and I lift my head again to lock eyes with hers. “I’m your first?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”
A slow grin takes over my mouth as I work my fingers in and out of her tight hole. “Even better. You’ve never known pleasure like what I’m about to give you. What happened last night was nothing compared to what it’ll be like when I take you and fully make you mine, Dottie. You ready for that?”
“Waited all my life,” she gasps, making me chuckle as I add in a third finger to stretch her a little, knowing she’ll need more than that if she’s going to accommodate me.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” I growl, lowering my face and flattening my tongue against her clit while I work my fingers in and out. Her hips can’t stay still, and she rises up and down and I move back and forth, fucking my hand and face until she just can’t take it anymore and lets go.
“Theoooooooo!!!!” she cries out, rocking against me then wrapping her thighs around my head while that bud of hers pulses along with her orgasm against my tongue.
