DAVID
Michelle turns to me with a smile and I can't remember the last time I've seen something as wonderful as this woman looking happy in my kitchen. "I'd love a tour," she says, gathering her hair over her shoulder.
I peek out the window to be sure my family is truly on their way to their respective homes. I wouldn't put it past them to be hanging around outside, Momma's ear pressed to the door as she whispers a play-by-play to Dad and Colton. "Perfect," I say when I'm sure they're gone. "What do you want to see first?"
"All of it," she replies with a wry twist of her lips and a sexy gleam in her eyes.
"All of it?" I get the feeling that she's not talking about the farm.
"Yep." Michelle steps into my space and grips my arms. "All of it." I stare into her eyes as the glimmer of confidence bleeds away until uncertainty replaces it completely. She bites her lip and drops her gaze. "I'd love to see how much of this place I remember," she offers almost apologetically, and then clears her throat.
If that was what I think it was—if that was the tiniest hint of her acting on her own impulse and desire, rather than on what she thinks I want from her, then damn it, I will do everything I can to breathe life into that spark. "Why don't we start upstairs?" I ask, before surprising her by flinging her over my shoulder. Michelle squeals and laughs as I head up the stairs, one hand sliding up the back of her thigh and gripping her ass, so she understands what I have planned for her.
"David!" she cries out, laughing as I stride into my room, kick the door shut behind me, and deposit her on my bed. She sits back on her hands, her knees bent and her lips parted as she stares up at me.
I tear my shirt over my head and abandon it on the floor, undo my pants and step out of them before I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, and supporting myself with my hands on either side of her head. "You still want all of it?" I ask and then take her bottom lip between my teeth.
"Yes."
"Good, because that's what I'm going to give you. All of it." I press my lips to hers, and in a flurry of movement and heavy breath, her clothes join mine on the floor. I pin her wrists over her head and trail kisses down her throat to her tits as she arches and writhes beneath me. Desire devours me and my need to be inside her overtakes rational thought. I wrap my fingers around my dick and press it against her center, sliding my bare cock just barely past her slick folds.
She hisses in pleasure and it takes an act of sheer will not to plunge myself up to the hilt and pound away until I find my own release. Gathering all my strength, I pull back and rub the tip of my cock over her clit instead of fucking her senseless, watching as she rolls her hips and spreads her legs even further. Hot damn, Michelle is hiding a sex kitten buried underneath her mannered exterior and I promise, I'm going to liberate her.
I kiss my way up to her ear. "Get on your knees, darlin'."
She lifts her head to meet my gaze, her eyes wide and questioning.
"You're hungry for my cock, I can tell." I help her off her back and guide her to the floor before standing in front of her, one hand buried in her hair. She looks up at me as she glides her tongue around me and then, eyes still trained on mine, slips my dick into her mouth and sucks, one hand wrapping around the base of my shaft and stroking it into her mouth. I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling as my balls clench and my hips thrust towards her lips. I drag my attention back to her face.
"Fuck. I knew I'd like what you could do with that mouth." I could watch her down there all night, but I'm on edge as it is and I refuse to lose control before she gets to come. Using my hand in her hair, I pull her off my dick. "But I need you to get on the bed and let me fuck you. Now."
Michelle smiles up at me. "I thought you'd never ask." She slides onto the bed and opens her knees.
I grab a condom out of the bedside drawer and tear open the foil packet. "Believe me, darlin'. I'm not asking."
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I collapse in a heap beside Michelle and she climbs up to snuggle her cheek against my chest. "Thank you," she says, sighing. "I'm sorry."
I smooth her black hair off her sweaty forehead. "Why do you apologize after sex?"
She buries her face into my shoulder. "I don't know." Her voice is muffled. "I just feel bad for..." She trails off. "I don't know."
I slide out from underneath her and prop myself up on an elbow. "You feel bad?"
"For... I don't know. Losing control." She blushes. "You feel so good and all I can think about is..." She shakes her head. "That's the thing. I can't even think. I don't worry about you at all and just lose myself to how good you make me feel. You make me selfish."
"And you think you need to apologize for that?" I smile down at her. "The thought that I drive you that crazy is more erotic than anything I've ever experienced. Watching you unravel around me? That shit's gold. Honestly, I should be the one thanking you."
Michelle runs her hands up into her hair, staring dreamily up at the ceiling. "I just never knew it could feel that good." She turns to me. "You have a gift. And..." She trails off, looking uncertain. "I don't think I've ever had an orgasm before you."
My first reaction is to call her out on such a sweet lie, but looking at her face, I don't doubt she's telling the truth. "As tragic as that is, I'm honored. And I promise that we will make up for lost time over and over and over again." I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Also, I think the gift is the two of us together. We've got something special growing here," I say as I slide out of bed and gather my clothes.
She sits up, clutching my sheet to her chest. "It does feel special, doesn't it?" She smiles and takes a deep breath, holding it a few seconds before letting it out slowly.
"You want to see the rest of the farm now?" I hold out a hand to her.
"I'd love that." She slides out of bed, letting the sheet fall away and I take the chance to appreciate her beauty as she gets dressed and fiddles with her hair. "I think my hair is ruined," she says, scrunching up her nose as she tries to smooth it back into place.
I shake my head. "Not at all. Just been fucked looks hella good on you."