Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
She’s here for me. Just for me.
Well, maybe for the sheep, the donkey, and the chickens too, but she’s here. She stayed. She waited for me to find the words, and when I didn’t have anything pretty, she got down on her knees too and held me, giving me the connection I needed. The connection I’ve been searching and searching for. She’s always the one who surprises me, but maybe one day I’ll find the perfect surprise for her too. I have a feeling she’ll always appreciate the little things, whether it’s getting another donkey, adopting a puppy for Shaggy to raise and train in guarding the animals and all things dog, a flower picked especially for her or grown just for her, or picnics under that big maple.
Her hands leave the back of my neck and skim down the buttons of my shirt. “You should take this off,” she murmurs as her teeth graze my lower lip.
With a soft groan, my hands find the ties of her dress and tug. They go on forever, but eventually, they unravel, and the fabric billows around her, which makes it easy to pull over her shoulders. The black lace bra that cups her beautiful breasts makes my cock throb harder. I have to kiss her there too. She keeps trying to work the buttons of my shirt free, but her hands keep failing. Instead, she throws her head back and sighs in pleasure as my lips graze over her collarbones and then lower. I reach behind her and remove the bra, sliding it away and replacing it with my hands and mouth. I want to do this for the rest of my life. Not just…not just the physical stuff but everything. Farming, working, laughing, being ridiculous, complaining about my family but coming around to appreciating them anyway, making sunshine jokes, staring into her cornflower blue eyes, and learning all the things that make her happy.
I take my time, tracing her breast with my tongue and learning the exact curve and shape of it before I suckle her nipple into my mouth. She arches against me, panting as I devour her. “Want to taste every inch of your skin,” I tell her raspily.
“You already did that,” she gasps, raking her fingers through my hair.
“Oh, but I’d very much like to do it again. Once isn’t enough, twice isn’t enough, and all the number of times will never be enough for your sweetness. I’m always going to want to taste you on my tongue. I’m always going to want you coming on my face, my fingers, my cock.”
“Holy god. That’s very….” she mutters.
“Romantic?”
“Sensual.”
I run my tongue along the underside of her breast, and she gasps, her body vibrating against mine. Her hips jerk up into me, grinding against my jeans. It’s going to be as hard to hold back as it was the first time, but if that’s my mission, then I’m going to see it through. But not on the carpet. A motel room carpet isn’t the best spot to get fully naked.
I pick Nina up and swing her onto the bed. Then, I peel her panties off and chuck them over my shoulder. I want to touch her everywhere all at once, kiss her everywhere. I can’t believe she’s still here and that she’s agreed to be mine. I also can’t believe I put the offer out there. I didn’t find the perfect words, but she just needed the truth. I never thought I’d be here again, but I guess I haven’t. Because Nina isn’t anyone else. She’s herself, and with her, I can just be me.
I run my hand up her leg, trying to position her in the best way possible for me to taste her, but she slams her legs together and gives me a look. “I want you. Now. Please.”
“But—”
She dips her fingers between her legs and shows me her glistening wetness. “I’m more than aroused. More than ready. I’ve been dying ever since we were walked in on. Knocked in on. Interrupted.”
I’ve been dying for her, dying without her. I was dying, and I didn’t even know it. I didn’t know all the good parts of me were dormant, waiting for her sunshine to come and revive them.
I work on getting my shirt undone, then off. My boots and jeans have to go too. It feels funny, stripping down while she watches. Funny and perfect. It feels even funnier to be standing there naked as soon as I strip my boxers off.
Nina wriggles upward on the bed, and I stop worrying about whether I have a freckle off here or there and kneel between her legs as she parts them. There’s no way I’m just going for broke. I nuzzle her breast, letting my tongue trail a circle over her nipple until it becomes even harder. Then, I dip my hand between her legs, stroking her gently. She soaks my fingers almost instantly while she wriggles under me. Letting out a moan, she braces her hands on my shoulders and opens her legs for me. My cock is so hard that if it were a shaken bottle of soda, it would blow the lid clean off.