Six Months Later

Peru is beautiful in the morning. I look out my window at the mountain view and stretch. James is still asleep behind me, and I’m going to let him. He worked hard yesterday, and he worked me hard last night. He deserves his rest.

It’s our last day here, and I’m going to miss it. Hopefully we’ve done some good. With our crew we’ve built ten new homes for people in this rural area, and now we’re completely finished. Today we’ll meet with the local government to evaluate what we’ve done and make arrangements with them for future trips. I’m excited at the prospect of getting to talk to them about exactly what they want and need in terms of housing and infrastructure.

If we can make it happen, we’ll try. We’re not a full non-profit yet, this trip being funded by several charitable corporations including The Harrison Foundation. But I know James won’t let me rest until I finally start my own company. And I won’t let him rest until I’m sure he can do it with me.

I check my email on the phone, sketchy as the internet is here. I have an email from my bank, and…woah. That’s not what I was expecting. There’s a deposit for two million dollars into my account, with a personal message:

Sorry it took me this long.

Good luck.

Call me soon.

Love,

Mom.

I beam at my phone. Thanks, Mom. This money is coming at the perfect time. With it, James and I can come back here for another building trip. We can expand our original plans and the amount of houses we were going to build. The progress will still be slow, but it will be full of good help. Screw sleeping, I’m going to tell James.

When I turn and see him, he takes my breath away. The sheet is draped across his legs, and the rising sun is striking the muscles in his stomach. He is the world’s most perfect painting. Except for the enormous morning wood sticking up from beneath the sheets. I know his favorite way to wake up. I slide onto the bed and duck my head under the sheet, coming face to face with his cock. I don’t think I’d ever considered a cock gorgeous before I met James, but it is.

I open my mouth and take him in, diving down to take him all the way into the back of my throat. He shifts on the bed and I know I’ve gotten his attention. I hold my mouth down on him as long as I can before coming up for a breath and teasing his tip with my tongue.

James groans, “You’re going to kill me, after last night.”

I lick along him, grazing him with my teeth just to feel him jump. “What?” I say in mock horror, “You’re not man enough to take me again?”

He starts to say something but I take him deep into my throat again and whatever he was going to say is lost in one long groan. He pulls me off his cock and flips me over, his eyes fiery and fully awake. “You question my manhood?” he says, matching my mocking tone. “If that’s the case, I think it’s time for something we’ve been saving. We’re in Peru. It’s time for firsts.”

I give him a look. “What are you talking about?” It’s hard to imagine there’s something he hasn’t done to me.

He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, playing with me before answering. “I’m going to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

My pussy clenches. He’s been working up to that for a long time, and I can’t say that I’m not ready—I am—I’m just nervous. My mouth is suddenly dry. “Okay.”

He leaves the bed, digging in his bag. Then he pulls out a bottle of lube and tosses it over to me.

I tell him, “You knew you were going to try to get me to do this.”

The only response I get is his slow smile. He gets back in bed, turns me on my side, and lies behind me. I can hear him stroking his cock with the lube and I shudder in anticipation. Then I feel his fingers probing, pushing into me. My body heats in response. I know this feeling, I know the kind of orgasms he can give me from here, but his cock…it’s so much larger. His fingers disappear and I feel that same cock against my ass. God it feels even bigger than when it’s in my pussy.

James reaches around and starts to play with my clit, teasing me and warming me up as he works into my ass. I’m gasping as he pushes in, and I’ve never felt this full. He goes slowly, but he doesn’t stop. It seems to last forever and I feel him in such a different way and it hits different nerves. I already feel one of those deep orgasms coming on, and he circles my clit suddenly, so fiercely that I come unexpectedly in a hot rush.

It’s fast and bright and I cry out as he pushes the rest of the way into me. He toys with my pussy, drawing my orgasm out from my body, as everything comes down from the overload and adjusts to the feeling of him in my ass.

Just when I think I’ve adjusted, he moves his hips, and I curse. He’s so far in me and it feels amazing and I can’t believe he’s all the way inside. His lips are on my neck and his hand drifts up to my breasts, tweaking my nipples before returning to my pussy. He starts to rock, and I know that I’m going to come again. On instinct, I squeeze my ass around him and he growls in my ear, rocking faster. He slips his fingers inside my pussy and I see stars. I love this feeling of being fucked in both places, and he knows that, and it’s so much better now.

I can’t breathe, I’m moaning so much, I can’t stop. Every thrust into my ass sets off a lightning burst of pleasure behind my eyes and he finger fucks my pussy relentlessly, driving me to the edge and over. I am not prepared. The world goes a blinding shade of white and I scream James’s name. Everything in me contracts, and I hear him cry out. The pleasure comes in waves that wreck my body—I’ve never had an orgasm like this—and dark spots form in front of my eyes as another orgasm hits on the heels of the first. My entire body goes limp and I am at the mercy of this pleasure. I can’t move, I can’t see. I can only feel.

James is still in my ass and I feel him come, warming me from the inside. When he slips out I feel the loss. I’m still in free fall, my body oversensitive and tingling. He turns me over toward him, and he’s smiling. “I think that was worth the wait.”

“We will be doing that again.” I let him kiss me, still unable to move properly.

I close my eyes, my body pulling me towards delicious sleep.

“If you’re going to sleep, I suppose that means I earned my manhood again.”

I smile, “We’ll see how I feel when I wake up.” His cock stirs between us, and I laugh. I tell him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He rolls away from me and I hear him digging in his bag, but I’m already halfway gone. It’s only when I feel him tug at my left hand that I manage to open them. I catch him just as he slips the ring onto my finger. “James,” I say, “What are you doing?”

His face is chagrined. “I should have waited longer. I was hoping you’d wake up and see it.”

“Are you serious?”

He rolls over me, kissing me so deeply that it lights that fire in my belly. “I couldn’t be more serious.”

“You have to say it.”

He pulls back from me, kneeling on the bed. Totally naked and glorious. “Vera Caldwell, will you marry me?”

I bite my lip to keep the smile on my face from growing out of control. I didn’t think anyone could ever be this happy. It fills me up to bursting with joy and light. “Yes.”

His smile matches mine and he’s kissing me again, tangling us in the sheets.

Sleep is out of the question.

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