“Soooo, you didn’t do any of this with Tree?”
“You are not subtle, you know that?” he chuckles.
He brushes his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath as he puts a new washcloth to his face, cleaning himself off.
“Nope.”
He dries his face and throws the towel in the laundry basket before leaning on the counter next to me and folding his arms.
“When Tree and I messed around it was pretty vanilla.”
“Vanilla?”
“You’re so innocent, it’s adorable. Vanilla means straightforward things like the standard moves with sex, missionary etc. When we finally had sex, she was the dominant one and wouldn’t let me lead. I mean it still felt good, but it wasn’t my cup of tea.”
I scrunch my nose and fake gag.
“Nothing felt as good with her as it does with you, baby. Don’t worry.” He kisses me reassuringly. “She basically emasculated me and wouldn’t let me be the man in the bedroom. To be honest, I let her do whatever at that point because I got sick of fighting with her, andthe more I fought with her the less sex she’d give me. The ecstasy of sex didn’t last long though. So, once the sex wasn’t fulfilling me anymore, I went online and discovered more of what fit my…tastes.”
“Online, like porn online?”
“Mhmm. Some of the guys I hang around gave me some sites to check out and once my world was opened, I never went back.”
He pulls me close and looks down, his nose pressing gently against mine.
“When I would watch those videos, the only person who popped up in my head was you. I became addicted to getting off while watching those videos and imagining you were the one I was doing those things to.”
Thinking of him getting off to me is so fucking hot.
Damn.Wet, wet again.This is going to be my constant state if we keep this up.
He presses his lips on mine and grabs my ass, pulling me into his hardness.
“Come on, babe. We need to get back outside.”
“Or, we could play more? From the feel of it, you’re as ready as I am.”
“Oh, believe me, I am.ButI have a feeling if we do more right now, I’m not going to stop and then we’ll beinside the rest of the day and my parents will definitely notice we’re up to something nefarious.”
I whimper in protest and pout my lips.
“My greedy, greedy girl. I lo—” he stops, looking thunderstruck.
Was he just about to…?
“Uh, let’s go. We need to help my parents out.” He walks out the door, leaving me dumbfounded and calls me from the kitchen where I find him putting his boots back on, cheeks flushed and eyes down.
The rest of the night is filled with laughter, a delicious home cooked meal, and helping him and his dad put equipment away in the barns.
Alas, the time to leave arrives too soon as it nears eleven o’clock. I don’t want to push my parents’ boundaries any further so as we leave the barns, I bring up the conversation that I have to go. He looks sad but reluctantly agrees it’s probably best and squeezes my hand.
He closes my car door after we pry ourselves apart from each other, the familiar feeling of magnets trying to pull us together surfacing. It’s torture leaving him, but we already made plans for the next three days on the farm, so it’s not like I don’t know when I’m going to see him next.I have a love/hate relationship with this feeling.
Watching him wave goodbye in the rearview mirror as I pull out of the stone driveway tugs hard on my heart. One hand waves in the air, while the other squeezes the back of his neck in discomfort. Does he feel this way too? The pull to never leave each other’s side, the constant pain when we’re not near one another?
Butterflies flutter in my stomach in the hopes he might feel as strongly about me as I feel about him.
My parents are already in bed, making me regret coming home early. I toss and turn in my bed, but I can’t get comfortable no matter what I try.
