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Cupping his face, I smile. “I was fearless as a child because I didn’t know better. I’m fearless now because I know fear won’t end me. You did that. Not my mom or Coco or years of therapy with Doctor Elway. Great people tried to help me for years, but I wouldn’t listen. Since you’ve entered my life, your voice has guided me to freedom. But I need you to help me with this last little part. I want to be able to stand naked in front of the man I love.”
Walla Walla loses his hesitancy and kisses me. His fingers gently unlatch my bra. I don’t obsess over how many other women stood in this room and tossed aside their clothes. They are the past. Besides, I’m not looking to simply enjoy a taste of Walla Walla and walk away. I plan to keep him.
Once my bra rests on top of my other clothes, I strip out of my panties and stand naked in front of a nude Walla Walla. Just in case I want to worry again, I walk to the windows and tug open the shades. The room floods with golden light.
“I love you,” I tell Walla Walla. “No more hiding.”
Walla Walla’s gaze feasts on my body. I nearly cover myself out of habit. Instead, I reach for him.
His lips cover mine. Our hands explore. I stroke his chest. His hands disappear into my hair. My fingers caress the scarred flesh hidden under his ink.
Walla Walla cups my breasts, stroking my nipples, plucking them as I moan into his mouth. He follows with his own groan as my hands caress his erection.
His fingers dip between my folds to find me hot and wet. I’ve been wanting him inside me since we left my father’s ranch. Now, I lean back on the mattress and admire the man who saved me.
Exhaling in a pained way, Walla Walla admires my wet pussy spread open for him. His gaze meets mine, searching for signs of his failure. He’s gotten himself worked up over today. His anger has nowhere to go. He doesn’t want to lower his guard and enjoy his reward when he didn’t get to defeat any bad guys.
“Do you want me?” I ask, knowing he’ll need to prove himself.
Walla Walla can’t deny us any longer. He kisses me hard, stealing my breath. His cock slides along my slick flesh. One deep thrust later, we groan together and smile.
“I love you.”
Walla Walla exhales unsteadily and admits, “I wasn’t sure I’d get to keep you.”
Peter’s words about Walla Walla being beneath me set off his insecurities. The man I love suffers from a sizable chip on his shoulder, placed there by his twisted parents.
“You’re the only one,” I tell him. “All these years, I knew my heart belonged to you.”
Walla Walla hears what he needs, kissing me and moving inside my body. We fuck hard and raw. My first orgasm isn’t enough. I want more.
After our first fuck, I end up on all fours with my ass in the air. Walla Walla is a man possessed. His cock refuses to relent.
We’re slaves to our lust, craving what we lost during those dozen years. I feel unburdened. No more waiting on a dream or hiding behind fear, I’m claiming it all.
MARTIN
Finally, after waiting for what felt like an eternity, I’m able to explore Austen’s freckles in the bright light of the day. There’s a splash of them at the small of her back, like an all-natural tramp stamp. Austen claims she didn’t know she had any freckles in the spot where my lips replace my fingers. I think she means to say more, yet her voice breaks off when I nibble at her luscious ass.
The afternoon sun lights up my room, leaving nowhere for Austen and me to hide. I’m in awe of this side of my woman. When we met, she was so timid. Now, she rips away every barrier between us and hopes I’ll love what she reveals to me.
And I do. Austen’s heart beats to an addictive rhythm. I’ll never want to listen to anything else. She’s what I’ve always craved, and she was well worth the wait.
After I nibble and lick my way along her gorgeous body until she’s a limp noodle, I fuck her deeply. I love how she stares fascinated by me. So often, I’m all she sees. I never want this woman to view me any differently.
Her moans echo through the room, making me come hard inside her. She strokes my face and once again seems amazed by how I can make her toes curl.
Wiped out after a long damn day and a very hard orgasm, I rest against the headboard and admire Austen. Her eyes are closed. Her hair is a splash of fire against my pale gray sheets. Her pale skin is covered in my pink love bites.
Austen suddenly rolls over and crawls to me before straddling my lap.
“Are you exhausted?” she asks as her wet pussy presses against my spent cock.
“I might be too old for your youthful exuberance.”
Austen smiles sympathetically. “Those other women wore you out.”
“Ah, I see how it is,” I mutter, playing pissed off. “My ego needs coddling, not taunting.”
