Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Our inability to keep it down as we made out on the porch, his hand fumbling with the key, made us giggle again, and we shushed each other, only making us laugh harder. When the door finally opened, I made a joyous sound like I had found my Christmas tree overflowing with presents. In a way, I had. I had the gift that would keep giving for the rest of our lives.
The door shut behind him, and he swept me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. I placed my lips on his before he sat me down and refused to break them apart as my knees hit the mattress. We tore each other’s clothes off eagerly, as if it were the first time, and as he curled into me in the bed, I sighed in happiness.
His thick, throbbing cock entered me, and I felt the power of our love, our connection, our passion, fill me to the brim. I would overflow soon, crying out into the midnight hours with a moan of passion that rattled from deep in my chest. He would join me, and the symphony we would make would be the greatest song I had ever heard.
But first, his tender, powerful body poured over mine, not leaving an inch of skin untouched, not a sensitive area un-kissed. Our fingers interlaced as he held my hands down on the mattress, his chiseled body over mine as he rocked into me, were like the bond that tied us together. Our eyes burned into each other as we came, together, the climax pushing me into a sensation of such intense pleasure that I felt like I would pass out, lose consciousness under him. And at the brink of that moment, he would whisper in my ear, and my body would go limp with the sound of his husky voice.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” I said back.
And I meant it.
Forever.
27
CAMDEN
We were home. My home. Our home.
Well, almost.
We had made it as far as the Texas border, crossing into Texline, Texas, which as far as I was concerned, meant we were home. It still, in reality, meant we had a twelve-hour drive or so to get to the ranch. We’d be home before nightfall, if everything went to plan, and even if it didn’t, we’d still end up sleeping in our bed together tonight.
Kristen had zonked back out fifteen minutes into the drive. I didn’t blame her. She had stayed up all day yesterday with me as we stopped all along the road at tiny attractions and markets, filling up our time and seeing the Midwest on our way back. Originally, we had planned on a much longer drive, going west a bit and heading back through Arizona to get into Texas. But the offer to stay at the cabins for a bit longer was too good to pass up, and I didn’t think either one of us had any regrets.
We’d see the country on another trip. We had all the time in the world.
I pushed the sunglasses up and set my arm in the window, letting the rapidly warming breeze fill my sleeve with air as I drove along. Soon enough, I’d need to roll up the window and turn on the air, but for now, I wanted to smell Texas. Kristen had a thin blanket over her, and she crunched it up in her fists as she turned to the side, a contended smile on her face.
This was perfect.
Soft music on the radio, driving at daybreak with my woman beside me. Nothing but highway and sunshine ahead.
Eventually, Kristen awoke again, and the early summer Texas sun had us rolling up the windows and cranking the A/C. We pulled off for gas after a few hours, and she offered to switch, saving me a leg of our journey, and I accepted.
I didn’t even see it coming, but as we got closer to Dallas, I felt my eyelids drooping, and as soon as we passed the massive traffic and were safely on 35 passing Alvarado, I shut my eyes and slipped into a dream.
I dreamed of the ranch, and the life we were going to have. I dreamed of the surprise I had in store for her that she knew nothing about and how excited she would be. I dreamed of a future filled with adventure and love and laughter. I dreamed of a return trip to the mountains of Colorado and of the cabin that overlooked the inky black night, pockmarked with stars.
When I came to, we had only two more hours’ drive ahead of us, and Kristen was pulling into a gas station to stop. I got out with her and stretched my legs, taking the keys so I could finish up the drive. She ran inside and grabbed us water and soda, replenishing the nearly empty cooler in the camper that had been a wonderful idea to rent and one I would absolutely do again.