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And when we come, we come together. Just an explosion of heat and light and love.
I cradle him to me when we’re done, our bodies sated, our hearts in sync, and I just breathe him in.
My boyfriend. Braxton.
Mine.
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“I want you to fuck me,”Braxton blurts the next morning, his hands on his hips, his head cocked to the side. He looks so damn serious that I can’t help but chuckle at him.
“Is that so?” I ask, even though I don’t really need confirmation. I’ll do whatever Braxton wants me to. I’ll go to the moon and back if that’s what he wants.
Fucking him won’t be a chore at all. I’ve imagined it plenty of times and don’t mind if I do. We’ve already showered and eaten breakfast, and now Braxton seems pretty set on doing this, like it’s something he needs to tick off his list. But the truth is, I want it to be special for him. I want to make love to him.
“Yes. I want to do it. And I want to do it now,” he says, his cheeks flushing pink.
“Well, I would do it now, Braxton, but I want to take my time, and I still have chores to do around the farm. How about after?”
He shifts on his feet and then swallows. “I—I’m worried I’m gonna lose my nerve.”
“Oh,” I say and then move toward him, pulling him into my chest. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. I think we should take our time.”
He nods against me, peering up and wetting his lips. And I can’t help but lean down and press my mouth to his, kissing him slowly, my tongue flicking into his warm, wet space and tasting him.
When we finally pull apart, he’s panting, his dick hard against my thigh.
“Oh,” he says, looking slightly dazed. “Okay.”
“That’s how I want to do it. Nice and slow. I don’t want it to be rushed.”
He nods and then takes a step back, adjusting himself in the process. I have to do the same thing. Braxton really gets my gears turning.
“Okay, well, go on and work, and when you get back…when you have time, I’ll be ready.”
I nod, hoping that’s the case, but also realizing that there’s a possibility he might be too nervous to enjoy it. And I really want him to enjoy it. My first time with him was perfect, and I want the same for him.
“What are you going to do today?” I ask, and Braxton shrugs.
“Just gonna hang out here, if that’s okay? Gonna work on some website stuff for your farm and then some for Beck.”
“Alright, that sounds real nice. And I’ll be back for lunch.”
He nods, and I head out, shaking my head when I see the donkey has escaped his pen again. That damn guy, but then I chuckle and pat his head. He just wants to hang out, and I can do that. I don’t mind some company when I’m working.
And work, I do. I spend the next four hours feeding the animals and lifting and moving and hauling and cleaning everything I can find. When it’s time for lunch, I’m ready for a shower and some food. My stomach grumbles as I make my way back inside my little house and see Braxton in the kitchen, two plates with sandwiches on them.
“I uh, I made you lunch and some strawberry lemonade.”
Oh hell, this guy.
I pull him into me and press a kiss to his temple, inhaling his clean scent. I know I’m dirty and sweaty, but I love that he did this for me. It’s so endearing, so cute.
“Thanks,” I say and then reach out and take the cup, sipping on it. It’s a little sour, but I don’t say that, just gulp it down and swipe the back of my hand across my mouth with a smile.
