Chapter 19

Ryan

I pressed my body down into Sara’s tight, pink pussy, feeling the warmth of her juices pulling me in farther. I had never felt something so amazing in my entire life, and though I wanted to take my time, I felt myself losing control. I fucked her hard against the bed, slowing down and pulling out. I leaned forward and kissed her lips, sucking on her lower one as I sat up. I reached down and rolled her over onto her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. She looked back at me and bit her bottom lip, pulling a growl from my chest. I pushed my cock even deeper inside her, breathing heavily and listening to her deep moans. She reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, closing her eyes and wailing in pleasure. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold on. I grabbed her hips and pumped faster and faster, feeling her body convulsing beneath me in orgasm. She moaned loudly, her pussy contracting tightly against my shaft. I pumped harder, nearly reaching my peak.

As she moaned out louder, dropping her hand to the bed and shivering from her climax, I pushed in deep and held it there for a few moments before pulling all the way out and jacking my cock. She turned over quickly onto her back and smiled at me, watching my hot seed blow all over her tits and stomach. She rubbed her hand through it seductively, and I shuddered as the last bit dripped out of my cock. I reached up and leaned on her knee, catching my breath and chuckling. She smiled up at me with those beautiful eyes sparkling, and I jumped up to grab a towel and clean us both off.

I came back to the bed and pulled myself in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her tightly against me. It felt so perfect, so right, and I never wanted to let go of her. Back in New York, I was a healthy young man, sleeping with my fair share of women. Never in my life, though, had I ever slept with someone like Sara. She was gorgeous in ways I didn’t know someone could be, and just the sound of her moans during sex made me want to come all over myself. She had bewitched me, and I didn’t mind in the least. In fact, if she asked, I would beg her for more because whatever she was doing, it was reeling me right in.

I had just had sex with her, just gotten through the first of hopefully many times that I would be making love to this woman, but I still wanted more. My cock wasn’t really in agreeance right at that moment, but I could see many all-night sexual encounters with her in the future. I honestly felt like I could make love to her for days, wrapped in those blankets, looking out over the vineyard and still want more. I felt like a teenager again with a libido off the charts, but I knew it wasn’t me doing it. It was her.

When I had gotten my breath back, and my heart had slowed down, I rolled onto my back and she turned over, laying her head on my chest, her body close to mine. I pulled the covers up over us and ran my hand through her hair, smiling at her. There were no words between us, but I didn’t think any words really needed to be said. Sara fell asleep right there on my chest, breathing deeply with her leg intertwined in mine. I watched her sleep thinking about how beautiful she was until I, too, finally gave in and drifted off.

In the morning, the light shined through the windows and across my face, waking me from my sleep. I looked down. Sara was still cuddled in my arms, her hair wild and all around her. She hadn’t woken yet, but that was okay because I was more than happy to wake her up. I leaned forward and began to gently kiss her face, one small peck at a time. I moved over her forehead and down to her cheek, pressing my lips lightly against hers. She groaned, smiling but not opening her eyes. I moved over, kissing her lips and feeling her kiss me back. She lifted her hand up to my face and pressed her mouth firmly to mine, running her tongue across my lips. It was sensual and hot, and she rolled over on top of me, straddling my waist and kissing me wildly. I could feel my cock immediately get hard again, pushing against her back as she ran her tongue over mine, passion in her kiss.

I pulled my hands up her thighs and over her waist, pushing down on her. She moaned into my mouth, her body grinding against mine. I loved that she was so passionate, so erotic in nature. Everything she did was like a seduction, or at least that was how I saw it. She reached one hand up and pulled her hair back beginning to rock her hips against my skin. She breathed deeply into my mouth, and I rolled her over on her back, our lips still closely locked. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling.

“Well, good morning to you too.” I chuckled.

“Mmmm,” she said, kissing me again. “Good morning.”

“We have to get going on this getting ready thing, so why don’t we roll this over into the shower?” I said.

“Sounds hot and steamy.” She giggled, biting her bottom lip.

I growled, shook my head, and pulled myself from the bed. She watched me with a sexy smile as I disappeared into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in, feeling the hot water running over me. Just moments later, she got in behind me, running her hands down my chest and gripping my cock tightly. I groaned, feeling her hand sliding up and down it, wanting more and more. I turned and picked her up by the waist, setting her up so she was standing with her legs spread on both sides of the tub. I started to finger her, watching her throw her head back and growl. I watched, stroking my cock as she climbed further and further toward orgasm. Just as I thought I had her there, there was a knock on the door. She let out a deep exasperated groan, and I chuckled, jumping out and seeing who it was. I cracked the door slightly and poked my head out.

“Hi,” I smiled at the innkeeper.

“Good morning,” she said snobbishly. “I wanted to let you know that breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”

“Gotcha,” I said, nodding my head and closing the door.

“She summons,” Sara said, standing in the bathroom doorway in a towel.

“That she does, milady,” I said with a bow.

She smiled and pulled out some clothes, figuring we should get down there before the woman came back. Breakfast was delicious, and she made all the best stuff from pancakes to muffins. It was very much needed after the vigorousness of the night before. I didn’t even realize how starved I was until I sat down at the table.

“Okay,” Sara said, eating some bacon. “What is the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?”

“I don’t know.” I chuckled. “What?”

“Snowballs,” she said already laughing.

“That was good,” I said, shaking my head. “Here’s one. What do you call birds that stick together?”

“I don’t know,” she said, giggling.

I laughed. “Vel-crows.”

“Ohh,” she groaned and giggled at the same time.

We traded more jokes and laughed through breakfast. I was already disappointed that we had to leave so soon. I could have stayed there for a week and not gotten tired of it. In fact, with as beautiful as the place was and with as much as I loved it there, I could probably stay there for an eternity. Hell, I had enough money to do it, to retire and never want for anything. Maybe I should buy the place, and we could stay there together, ignoring the rest of the world and just enjoy the sunshine and the peaceful quiet of the place. I wasn’t sure if she would go for that, but I sure felt like I was down for the idea.

I sat up in my chair and cleared my throat, shoving another piece of bacon in my mouth and chewing like crazy. My own thoughts had caught me off guard, and I didn’t know where they had come from. One of my main rules in life at that point was not to get tied down, not to find myself pinned into a situation with a woman. With Sara, though, it wouldn’t be her pinning me down and might possibly be the other way around. Which was something completely shocking to my psyche. My mind did not work that way at all, at least on a normal basis.

I had never, in my entire life, had thoughts like that, forever thoughts, about a woman. I knew one day that I would eventually settle down, maybe have some kids, but it hadn’t ever really crossed my mind like it had just done. I figured when I finally did bite the bullet, it would be with some rich socialite, the kind who were constantly trying to tie me down, the kind who already knew how to live with wealth and would be happy with simply having a fat bank account and a successful husband. The kind of woman who ended up like the innkeeper, alone and bored in her late forties or early fifties and running a bed and breakfast just to see if she could do it. That wasn’t Sara, though, not in any way, shape, or form. Sara was independent, didn’t care about money, and had goals and dreams for the future beyond finding a husband and raising some kids. I couldn’t believe how much this one woman had completely thrown me for a loop. Seriously, she had pulled the rug right out from under me, and I didn’t even see it coming.

“You okay?” She giggled. “You went to another planet.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “Sorry. I’m back.”

“Good,” she sighed. “We should probably go get packed.”

“All right,” I groaned. “If we must.”

“We must,” she sighed, standing up and reaching down for my hand.

We went back to the room and packed up our bags in silence, both of us feeling the sting of the reality of having to go back. When we were all packed, I carried the bags down to the SUV and loaded them into the back while Sara signed out at the front desk. I leaned up against the car and watched as she walked out onto the porch, the sun hitting her perfect, pale skin. I shook my head, not believing how lucky I had gotten. She walked up, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close to me.

“Thank you for joining me for the night,” I said. “I had an amazing time. Like, beyond amazing.”

She smiled. “This place is pretty magical, isn’t it?”

“You’re pretty magical,” I replied, unable to stop myself from leaning forward and giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

She melted into my arms as we stood there in the morning sun, getting ready to head back to reality. When I pulled away, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, a smile moving over her lips. She was really something else, and I had to fight myself to let her go. I did, though, and helped her in the car before jumping into the driver’s seat. She reached down and grabbed my hand, smiling and nodding her head. I nodded back and pulled down the dusty dirt road, making our way back to Bonanza.