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His hand slid back under my shirt. “Damn right. Buffy is glorious.” This time, his fingers inched higher to stroke just below my breast. “Watch the movie.”
The campy movie was indeed just what I’d needed. I found myself drifting off with the 90s soundtrack in my head and a giant heater at my back.
Sometime in the night he did, in fact, slip inside me. The torches had gone out, and the only witnesses to our lovemaking were the stars and crickets. But the sweet, rocking climax wasn’t enough.
It only whetted my appetite for more.
For a connection to someone and something. The vastness of our little spot in the middle of nowhere gave me a freedom I wasn’t aware I needed.
I turned and rolled him over. His eyes shone in the darkness. The moon was close to full and gave me just enough light to be brave.
Climbing onto his thighs, I undid each button on my borrowed shirt. The cool breeze coasted over my skin like mist as I peeled it open. While he watched me, he slid his hands up my hips and his cock lengthened against his lower belly to curve slightly to the right.
Patience warred with need as he waited me out, letting me take the reins this time.
Slowly, I trailed my fingertips up my belly to my ribs and finally to tease the tips of my tight nipples. His grip on my naked hips tightened, but he didn’t move. Just the harsh rise and fall of his massive chest alerted me to his response.
I lifted my arms to untie my braid. That day in the suburbs flashed in my memory. When I’d leaned over him to help free Butch, he’d reacted to my hair. Reacted to my closeness.
Here and now, I shook out my hair as he swore darkly.
I leaned over him to press a finger to his lips. I didn’t want him to speak. The magic of the night was enough for us.
I brushed my breasts against his mostly smooth chest. Just a little dusting of hair along his abs led to the muscular vee ending in the thick girth of his cock. I nipped his bearded chin, then his neck as I opened my thighs wider to slide my still wet cleft along his shaft. His fingers slid farther back to cup my ass and gently guide me to rub harder.
Resting my hands on his chest, I rolled my hips to tease the tip of his cock with the hood of my pussy. My eyes closed as pleasure flared between us.
I fumbled above his head to dig through his condom stash. I should have been mad that he’d prepared for this possibility, but I didn’t care right now. I just wanted him inside me.
Finding my prize, I leaned back to take him in hand.
His jaw was tight in the faint glow of the moonlight. I rolled down the latex and shimmied up to take him before I could overthink the whole damn thing. The fact that I wanted him inside me more than to ride to the orgasm I knew he could provide made me pause.
But then he was sitting up, those ridiculous arms lifting me. “Ruby.”
I reached between us and guided him home.
No. Just inside. Home implied something else.
I rolled my head back, but I couldn’t lie to myself. He did feel like home. As if he was part of something bigger I’d never known I was missing.
As if I was too. Together we were just…more.
He gripped my hair before hauling me against him. Chest to chest, face to face, every inch of skin pressed close. He filled me up so completely that I couldn’t hold back my broken sob.
Slanting his mouth over mine, he swallowed my cries. If he hadn’t, they would’ve echoed into the darkness. I couldn’t suppress them.
He braced his other hand against my back as he rocked himself deeper inside me. We flowed together, a rushing current against an endpoint neither of us wanted to reach.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, then buried my face between his neck and his shoulder. The tears sideswiped me. All the pain of the day, the stress of keeping quiet about a betrayal I’d thought I buried, and this man who’d bulldozed his way into my life crashed into the wall of pleasure.
He stiffened under me, and his choked groan of release activated my own.
Even if the messy emotions tried to strangle the passion between us, they were there under it all. Refusing to be denied. They flattened me as my groan of surrender ended in a sob.
“Shh.” His arms tightened around me. “Shh. It’s okay.”
The torrent of tears horrified me. I tried to scramble away, but he wouldn’t let me. He crushed me tighter and pressed his cheek against mine. The murmur of acceptance and the comfort of his immovable strength soothed me, there for the taking.
