I pull my truck up to the creek that’s on my property, not telling Mia that, just in case she gets spooked. I knew she was hesitant afterwards, even though seeing her come alive for me was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Watching her let go makes me imagine how much of a wildcat she’ll be once I get her in my bed and in my life permanently.

“Come on Darlin’, let’s go sit down by the water.”

I’m looking straight into her sparkling green eyes that still have the look of a well satiated woman. Those eyes are definitely bringing my dick back to life.

Grabbing a blanket from the back of the truck, I get out and go over to her side of the truck, opening her door. Watching her slide out, makes everything resonate. I want more, more of her in my life, more of seeing her smile, more of watching her eyes glittering with the last moments of her climax. I know it in my soul, even if it has happened quickly and even if I’ve only had her once.

“Wow,” she whispers in an awe-struck voice. “This place is beautiful, Cash. Where are we?” When she asks, I know I have to tell her the truth. I only hope she doesn’t turn, tuck tail and run.

“We’re on my farm. I raise cattle,” I respond, trying to keep things easy going.

“What… you mean you own all of this? This is beautiful. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave here. It must be amazing watching the sunrise on a cold crisp morning.”

She rushes the words out, and I can see a faint redness on her cheeks, from the truck’s headlights.

“I’m glad you like it,” I answer her honestly, hoping to make her like everything I have in store for her—and I mean everything. “Let’s go sit down by the water and talk some,” I tell her, my voice barely above a murmur. I’m trying to keep my voice quiet and do nothing to jar her. I want to keep her in the moment and not break the peacefulness I see on her face.

I take the blanket and stretch it out on the ground. I reach for her wrist, to pull her down in front of me, so she can rest her back against my chest. As she settles down against me, I wrap my arms around her, and just breathe in the air mixed with a scent that I can only describe as Mia.

The sensuality of the moment makes my dick so hard that I can feel the imprint of my zipper, but I don’t give a damn. As long as I have Mia in my arms, I don’t need anything else.

She turns her head to look at me. She looks like she’s about to say something. I bring my head down to hers and kiss her, just a light peck. Pulling back, she breathes my name, “Cash…”

It’s easy to tell that she has a need inside of her, but she’s afraid to tell me what it is. I don’t push her; I have to caution myself to give her time to adjust to me.

We sit there for hours, not really talking, just sitting in the silence. I feel a peacefulness in my soul that has never been there—a completeness I’ve always wanted. It’s not long before she starts to doze off. I maneuver her so we are lying on the blanket. I bring her against my front, while lying on my side and I hold her while she sleeps. I hold her tightly and she murmurs my name in her sleep. That soft voice whispering my name in her sleep, causes my heart to jump in my chest.

She’s it. I know she is.

That feeling cements as I watch her and play with the ends of her hair—relishing the moment and hoping I can convince her to stay forever.