Sharon
Sharon carried the blanket as they stepped off her parents’ porch, still not believing that she was home. The air seemed cleaner, the noise reduced to crickets and the occasional cow bawling. She had forgotten how quiet it truly was here.
“Where are we going?” Vittorio asked as she took the familiar beaten path out of the yard.
She squeezed his hand, so glad that he was here with her. After the tense ride in the car, her dad had started to warm up to her fiancée and, before dinner, she had caught them discussing Vittorio’s businesses.
Well, the ones he could talk about.
It warmed her heart to know that her father sorta approved of her fiancée.
“We are going to one of my favorite spots.”
“Are we going cow tipping?”
Sharon stopped in her path and looked up at him, arching a brow.
“What do you know about cow tipping?”
Vittorio rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
“I… hell, I did some research before we came out here. Cow tipping was at the top of the list.”
Laughing, Sharon shook her head.
“No, but if you really want to do it, then we can.”
He looked embarrassed, so she reached up and kissed his cheek, her heart overflowing with love for her man. He cared enough to attempt to learn something about where she was from. That had to show his love for her, the commitment to their future together.
“Come on, you!”
She pulled him past the tree that still held her tire swing, wondering if someday she would bring her own kids to visit their grandparents with Vittorio at her side. Oh, how she was looking forward to those days!
On the other side of the tree, far away from the house, she laid down the blanket, sitting on it before patting the side next to her.
“Come on city boy. Let me show you some of the country life.”
Vittorio folded his large frame next to her and she scooted to his side, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist.
“What are we waiting for? The corn to grow?”
She laughed, as she did a great deal with him these days. Since Rocco was gone and some of the tension had been dissolving around the city, Vittorio was more relaxed, more playful than she had ever seen him.
“No silly. Look up.”
He did so, and she watched his expression change from laughter to awe.
“Damn, look at all of them.”
Sharon looked up at the millions of stars that graced the night sky, something she had missed living in the city. The filled the dark background, not a cloud to dim their brightness.
“It’s something, isn’t it?”
“It’s fucking gorgeous,” he said quietly, his hold tightening on her waist. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
“We might not have a lot of things here,” she answered with a sigh. “But the clear nights and the thunderstorms take your breath away.”
“I believe it,” Vittorio said, stretching out on the blanket. “Come here.”
Sharon kicked off her shoes. But, instead of laying down beside him, she straddled his waist instead, peering down at his face.
“Have you ever had sex under the stars?”
A grin slowly appeared on his face.
“Not one that I care to remember.”
“Good answer,” she said, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Can I be that one you remember then?”
He brought his hands up to frame her face, his gaze tender.
“You will always be the one I fucking remember, Sharon. I feel like I have been wasting my time until I met you.”
She smiled, running her hands over his chest lightly. He always knew the right words to say, but it was more than words between them. There were deep rooted feelings she felt every time he touched her, the way that he held her at night after the romp in their bed, like she was the most important person in his life.
And she believed it.
With a grin, she slid her hands under his shirt, touching his warm skin.
“I believe I am going to pop your cherry tonight, city boy.”
He took his hands and tucked them behind his head, a lazy grin on his face.
“Let’s see what you got, country girl.”
Sharon gave him a wink and slid her shirt over her head, hearing his sharp intake as she undid the clasp on her bra. She felt bold with Vittorio, comfortable that no matter what she did he would never laugh at her.
Not now.
“Fuck,” he said softly, gazing at her breasts. “You aren’t playing.”
“I’m not,” she said, emboldened to push his hands back down when he reached for her.
With a wiggle, she pressed against his cock, feeling her own body jump start in return. She would never grow tired of this between them.
Vittorio’s eyes grew warm with need as she slid back far enough to work on his belt, successfully tugging his jeans down over his hips until his hard cock sprang out. The sharp intake of her breath at the sight matched the white-hot heat that was pooling in her lower half, her panties already wet with anticipation.
Thank god she had worn a skirt.
Vittorio’s eyes dilated as she slid those panties down her legs before throwing them aside, positioning herself until her pussy was nearly touching his cock.
“Are you ready?” she asked softly.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, watching her every move.
Sharon slowly slid her body over his, feeling him fill her to the core, tightly sheathed inside. She nearly orgasmed on the spot, gasping as Vittorio shifted his hips slightly.
“Not fair,” she breathed.
“You are not playing fucking fair,” he growled, his hands finding her hips. “God, you are so tight.”
She whimpered as she started to move, feeling her own juices multiply tenfold as she slid down over his pulsating cock. She had wanted to tease him, but instead she was torturing her own self.
“Yes,” Vittorio urged, his hips meeting her every move. “That’s it baby.”
Sharon let out a soft cry as she orgasmed all over him, her own movements becoming frenzied in nature as she never wanted to lose the warmth spreading through her body. Vittorio groaned as he started to rock against her, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing her nipples painfully, sending Sharon into another orgasm. Sharon sobbed as her body took over, her legs shaking as she met his thrusts, throwing her head back to allow him better entrance. She didn’t care about the sounds, about what her parents might hear.
She was a woman in love.
“Fuck,” Vittorio swore, pounding into her until he shot into her with a groan, his body stiffening under her. Sharon fell on top of his chest, her breath harsh in her ears as she struggled to get control of her body, listening to Vittorio’s heartbeat pound against her cheek.
They lay there for a moment, the silence falling back around them, a slight breeze cooling their skin.
“Damn,” Vittorio said after a moment, his voice hoarse. “Had I known this was a possibility, I would have brought you home sooner.”
Sharon laughed and snuggled against him, feeling his hands drift over her body. It didn’t matter where she was at, as long as he was with her.