Page 116 of Something Like Sunflowers

He shakes his head, sputtering a laugh before angling to face me, seriously, smolderingly, so fucking hotly…is hotly a word? He’s doing it. He’s doing hotly regardless of its vernacular validity, and fuck if I’m not frothing at the mouth for it. Does his lip lick thing only do it for me? Or are all the women who watch these thirst traps turned on by my man’s lip licking?

A selfish, jealous, animal part of me wants to round them all up and let the pigs live off their carcasses, because he’s mine.

But I’m not like that anymore. Living a bitch-free life is amazing, by the way.

I still can’t tell if it’s more that I’m living bitch-free, or if I’m just around people who tolerate the real me. The latter is more than likely. But if that’s the case, then damn, I’m one lucky cowgirl.

“I’m not saying fucking sunflowers, and you’re not leaving me tied up, you little tease. You and I know very well people will start showing within the hour.” He rakes his eyes over my body slowly. “Unless you want ‘em to watch.”

I swear, he knows what this does. Every inch of skin he sets his gaze upon flares to life with electricity that I’m quite positive he saves up and magically zaps to my core when he winks.

But I eye the door to see our trusty lock is in place, and I’m on him. My lips are crashing against his, my teeth snagging over skin, my tongue tasting anything I can until he’s sensing what I want and taking over, making my mouth personal grounds for his tongue to do whatever the hell he pleases. He dances inside me, and with his lips and tongue alone he makes me clench my thighs, rocking my clit against his belt buckle and the gathering of blue rope that comes together in a loop at his core.

“Untie me,” he rasps, bucking his hips up as I grind down, giving me the friction I need to build up my pleasure as I ride him.

“Or what?” I ask, licking my own lips this time, pleased that I taste him there. I bend down to taste more. My tongue trails over his collarbone, sliding between the ropes to the salt lingering on his skin, the sandalwood of his aftershave wafting through my senses and making my toes curl in my boots.

Thank the Lord for skirts, because they’re convenient for moments like this, when I unclasp his belt buckle and slide his jeans off his thick, heavy…God, I want you on top of me…

“Stop lookin’ at me like you need a meal and cut the ropes so I can fuck you right.”

“Okay,” I surrender breathlessly, scrambling off him and snatching up the safety scissors we keep close by during these rope play sessions of ours. They’ve become a ritual of sorts that I don’t hate one tiny bit. But I admit I prefer to be the one under his prowess. That’s the real reason I cut him loose.

The nylon ropes come billowing down his body and land on the floor without a sound, at least not one louder than my beating heart, and in an instant, I’m thrown to my back, his hard, thick body on top of mine.

“Hunterrr, fuuuck,” I moan.

“Filthy little wife has a filthy little mouth, does she?” he purrs, his eyes smirking to match his mouth. He knows how to make me insatiable. Always has. But over the years, he’s also learned a trick or two, like the way he swipes the flat of his tongue across my neck, licking and sucking slow circles lower and lower down my chest.

I go limp for him, his kisses becoming liquid gold over my skin, wrapping me in a veil of pleasure, his hands tweaking my nipples, giving me spurts of pain and pleasure as he slides my panties to the side and lays a hot, wet, kiss by my ear.

“Can I fuck you, babygirl?”

“Yes!” I cry, bucking my hips and urging his entry, moaning and shouting his name and screaming my love as he enters me again and again, my body molding to his, my clit pulsing with electricity, and my mind reeling with desire, with hope, with love.

I cry out as my body pulses, climaxing with the pleasure. He continues to pump into me, his hardness teasing my insides until I’m moaning uncontrollably, my lips snagging across his shoulder and biting down as I come around his cock.

“Look how good you take me,” he coos, slowing his thrusts and massaging my throbbing G spot as he does. “Pretty little wife came all over me, but we have a problem, don’t we, babygirl?” He thrusts deeper, dragging another moan from my lips. “Because you don’t like my messes, do you?”

I gasp, looking up from under sweaty bangs, and I watch his eyes darkening as he pulls his cock from my pussy, lowers me to my knees, which traitorously comply, and releases his hot, sticky seed across my lips.

My pussy hums, my body sizzling as if it could reignite just from the act alone, and it’s simply not fair for him to hold that kind of power over me, so I do one better. I stand naked before the only man I’ve ever loved, and I lick his seed from my lips. I lean in, cupping his balls in my hand, and lower my head, taking his entire length into my mouth, coating him with his own cum and sucking him down, until he’s hard all over again.

“I think I cleaned it up just fine, don’t you, Daddy?”

He gapes, reaching out to tickle me to submission, most likely, but we’re out of time when the barn door sounds with three tiny but firm knocks.

“Ya’ll better stop yer kissin’ and pissin’! The whole town is on their way, and that scary preppy-clothes lady is in our livin’ room drinkin’ tea without sugar.” Ellie pounds the door three more times before we hear her boots scuff through the dirt as she skips away.

Hunter and I share a look and then burst into a fit of laughter, still tangled in each other’s arms and legs, and I know nothing in my life has been wrong.

Even when it wasn’t easy to see.

This is where I’m meant to be. Forever and always.

But we do have to get this show on the road. And we have a surprise for Ellie.

We leave the barn and watch as she skips ahead of us to the amphitheater and events arena Hunter and I unveiled the plans for at the fair in November. She’s grown so much since then, and it’s only been a month. But she’s still the awkward kid in overalls, holding nails while her papa builds things like this beautiful community-use structure from the ground up.

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