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A smile sneaks onto her face as she lifts a frame from the dresser in the bedroom. “Is this you and your grandparents?”
“Oh shit.” I hold the photo in my hands, brushing away the heavy dust that’s plagued the glass. My grandfather sits on a fishing bucket holding his tackle box. My grandma stands behind him. “Yeah, that’s us. Their relationship was the only real example I had of love, and it was a strong one. She passed a year before him. He wasn’t the same after that. They were married nearly sixty-five years.”
She takes the photo from my hands and settles back in place. “They look like sweet people… and you’re a very cute kid.”
“The cutest.” I nod and squint toward the photo. “I think I’d just polished off one of Grandma’s giant jelly donuts. She used to wrap them in beeswax and surprise us with them down at the honey hole. I’ll take you down there sometime.”
“I’d like that.” She lifts another photo. It’s sepia toned. I’m sixteen, pulling apples from the tree. There’s a man behind me. “Who’s that?”
I pull the photo closer inspecting it. “Not sure. I remember that fall, though. We had one of the largest harvests we ever had. Grandpa needed help that year to get them all picked.”
“Did you guys sell at the market?”
I scrub my hand over my beard and set the photo back in place. “No. I’m not sure where Grandpa sold them.”
She smiles and stares up at me with the beauty of a thousand dreams yet to be explored. “Can you imagine us out in the fields like that?”
I kiss her lips and stroke the side of her face. “I can.” As much as I want her forever, if tonight is all we have, I’ll take it. I’ll memorize every inch of her body and every sound she makes.
I kiss her forehead. “Follow me.” I take her hand in mine, moving out of the house quickly. I want her under those apple trees, looking up at what we could make here. I grab a blanket from the backseat of the truck, and we walk through the field hand in hand toward the orchard. It’s late summer and the apples are far from ripe, but the floral scent from the trees and the sun weathering down on us is far more appealing than the dark, musty cabin.
I lay the blanket out in the orchard, then set my phone to play soft music before pulling her into my arms. “What do you think?”
She smiles. “I think I want you to lay me down out here and make a memory neither of us will forget.” Her tone is soft and sweet, but within seconds, my cock is rock hard and throbbing in my jeans like a tiger desperate to escape his cage.
I lean into her ear. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t have protection and it’s been a good while since I’ve… you know.”
She looks at me, her lips parted slightly. “I want you, but I…”
Fuck.This is where she changes her mind again. “But what?”
“Please don’t let this stop you… okay?”
“Okay…”
“I’ve only been with one guy.” She sighs. “I was really young, and after putting some moves on him, we both found out he was gay. So… the sex never really happened.”
Oh fuck. For some reason my cock grows harder. The thought of being the first man to sink into her tight, little pussy excites me in a way I’ve never been excited. She’s mine to explore. An untouched diamond to polish.
“We’ll go slow.” I growl unintentionally. “You tell me if you want me to stop.”
She nods and loosens my belt buckle.
Fucking hell. I’m going to make it to the finish line way too soon.
I inhale a soft breath of her skin and stroke circles on her shoulders, dragging down the straps to her dress.
She moans softly and tugs off my t-shirt, running her fingertips through the hair on my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos, kissing my biceps with her unhurried hands. I want to have the same reserve, but I’m frantic.
The sun beams through the clouds above and retreat again spilling light onto the orchard floor as I cradle her head in my hand and take her soft body against mine. Her dress gives way and falls to the ground, leaving behind her bare skin and a pair of white cotton panties.
Fuck.
We’ve never been this far before. I’ve never been this close to her.
I slide out of my boots and tug my jeans to the ground, letting the tiger free to roam. He’s hard, excited, throbbing, aching, needy, and desperate to be touched.
Before I can stop her, she’s on her knees, her lips on my cock sucking, gagging, pumping.
