All throughout dinner, Mia was nervous. It was hard to meet Clint’s gaze, so intense after a moment. He seemed happy to let her stew and worry. His hands touched her knees under the table, but always only slightly, just enough to make her want more. Mia was ready to leave before he was. Clint seemed to be taking his time and she didn’t know if it was her perception that changed or the he was doing it on purpose.
“Are you ready to go back to the apartment?”
His eyes darkened as the waiter left. Mia looked down and felt heat going to her cheeks. The man just exuded sexuality and it was like his smile, contagious and she had caught it.
“It’s our first night off in weeks. Are you sure there isn’t something else you want to do, see?”
“I’m ready to go to bed Clint.”
Now he was the one ready to go, standing up and waiting for her. Mia kind of giggled as he pulled her up from the chair. Clint half-dragged her out of the restaurant, pushing her against the truck to kiss her, before she made it inside of the vehicle. His words from dinner played in her ears and Mia realized that it had been far too long. She hadn’t wanted to believe that they could be together, but now she knew that it was what was supposed to happen.
He got in and started the truck. While he waited for it to warm up, Mia ran her hand up and down his thigh. She heard his whimper when her hand got too close to the hardness that was ever-present in his pants. Mia loved to hear the sound and then the louder groan when she grabbed his length in her hand. “Mia, don’t.”
Clint moved his hand to hers, while trying to put the truck in park. “Just drive or we will never get home.”
She moved her hand back to his groin and squeezed to his desperate sound. “Oh that’s right. You said you had a better use of my mouth. Is this one of those times?”
His dark eyes went to hers and Mia smiled back. “I think it must be.”
Clint looked down as her fingers undid his jeans, the zipper sound amplified as she pulled it down. He had to look back at the road. All he could focus on was what was through the windshield as he felt the air on his shaft as she pulled him free from his pants. “Mia, not while I am driving. I can’t…”
“Just pay attention to the road. You will be fine.”
Mia looked down at the hard length pressed up towards her waiting lips. It was bigger than she remembered, so full of blood that it looked purple. There was salty discharge coming out of the tip that she leaned in and took a taste of with the tip of her tongue. She felt the truck serve a little and she did it again.
Taking it into her hand, she watched his face as she slowly ran her hand up and down the shaft. He squirmed beneath her and scowled down at her. She ignored him and put him back in her mouth, sucking him in quickly as he groaned louder in the cab. “Mia you have to stop. You have been teasing me for weeks.”
Ignoring him she took more into her mouth until she felt the cockhead pushing against her throat. She pulled him back out and then slid back down his length as Clint shook underneath her. His reaction spurred her on to take more of him as deep as she could until she felt the vehicle jerk off to the side of the road and come to a stop. His hands went to the back of her head, pressing her down as his hips thrust up. Gagging, she braced her hands on his hips as he shoved himself into her mouth. Her throat and mouth were filled suddenly with his hot spunk, his grip tight on her hair.
Clint murmured her name, wanting to melt into the seat as his head fell back. He could hear the cars passing by as they sat on the shoulder. Her mouth left him and he was able to breathe again, eyes going open. He looked over at her and she was wiping a small amount that had escaped off the corner of her lips.
“We are never going to get home at this rate. Why did you stop?”
His eyes watched her lips and then he finally looked behind them to get back onto the road. He put the truck in drive and flew the next few miles to the apartment. Mia had tried to put him back, but he finished as he got out of the truck. She was the one stalling, moving too slow for his liking. He already had the door unlocked and most of his clothes off by the time she got in. He had waited far too long and as soon as she came through the door, he was kissing her lips and neck, tugging her dress over her head.
She tried to slow him down, but there was no stopping him. Her hands went up to cover herself, but his hands jerked hers down, not giving her the satisfaction of modesty. Mia was worried about the changes in her body, but all he saw was something to be desired. It was more intimate than before, their one shared night of pleasure, spurred on by one too many drinks.
“Why do you hide yourself Mia? You are beautiful.”
It was good to hear, but didn’t change the shyness that she felt in front of him. Clint was so perfect, almost too perfect when she compared herself to him. Every inch of his body was chiseled and hard, straining. She may not have fully believed him, but the look in his eyes was enough for her.
As she stood in her bra and panties, Clint pulled her towards the bedroom. He had wanted to get in there with her for months, but she had put him off. Now he could not be put off, needing her more than anything else he could imagine. Pushing her towards the bed, she fell and his body moved to cover her curvier form. She sighed as his hardness pressed against her panties.
Clint couldn’t even be bothered to take anything else off. His need to be in her was paramount and he instead just jerked her underwear to the side. His boxers were yanked down and she felt smooth hardness at her center. Closing her eyes, she waited for the penetration.
“Look at me Mia.”
She whimpered as he stilled above her. All she needed was fulfillment, but he wanted something more from her. Her eyes opened, meeting his for just a moment before his cock drilled down into her depths. Clint’s lips silenced her cry, as her insides choked his member. He cursed while she moaned, clinging to him as he pressed slow and deep. Clint didn’t stop till he was fully embraced.
Mia was overwhelmed with his girth, but she was not given long to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back into her. It was like before, hard and fast, her mind gone from the first time she came. All she could do to stay grounded was hold onto his neck while his body thrust into her over and over again. When she started to scream, Clint stopped afraid that he had hurt her. “Don’t stop!”
Her nails dug into his shoulders and back as he looked down at her as if she had lost it. Mia moved one hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit to push herself over the edge that he had left her teetering on. Clint grabbed her hand, pushing it back into the mattress as he ground against her. Mia cried out, her body exploding from his.
Clint was moving slower, his strokes deeper as his eyes closed to make it last just a few seconds longer. He warned her as his lips moved to hers, his manhood filling her full of her virile seed, hoping to start another baby. He didn’t share his thoughts with her, rolling over onto his back, breathing hard. “That was, perfect.” Mia just murmured against him as he pulled her against his sweaty chest.
“I forgot how good it felt with you. We really should be more careful though.”
“Why?”
“Because we are going to have another baby if we aren’t careful.”
“Would that be so bad?”
She smiled with her eyes closed. Mia didn’t see how serious he was. “Let’s get Virgil in diapers before we think about another baby.”
“I don’t want to wait any longer for our family to grow. We need to make it official.”
Mia looked over at him. “Official? What do you mean?”
“I mean, we should get married.”
“You never asked.”
“I am now.”
“This is how you ask?”
“Yes. I can’t think of any other way.”
“Okay.”
He wasn’t sure if he heard her right. “Did you say yes?”
She nodded and then moaned as his mouth moved over hers, his body pressing her down into the mattress. Mia would have agreed to anything as long as he kept touching her like he was then. It was impossible to deny her cowboy anything, especially not another perfect baby.
~THE END~