“Shit, city girl, you feel fucking amazing. So hot. So warm. So fucking tight. Still doing okay?”
I love the way he checks in on me. He’s worried, wanting to make this good for me. Which makes me wonder if he’s not self-conscious about his size.
It’s a lot to take in.
A smile curls all the way up to my eyes. I’ve never had a man with a big dick before and it lives up to the hype. Add in Drake’s rugged good looks, his sensitivity melded with his feral masculinity, and I’m basically in Nirvana.
“I’m good.”
Drake begins to move. He stands solidly. Lifting and lowering me up and down his cock, pleasure builds and builds until a third orgasm spirals me into oblivion.
He pumps me up and down as sensation riots through. Every cell in my body sizzles as he thrusts harder, rocking our bodies together.
Picking up speed, his breathing turns erratic as my entire body liquefies in his hands, completely and absolutely overcome with sensation.
His breaths turn to deep grunts as he fucks me, thrusting savagely. He jerks out, lifting just high enough to slam me back down on his cock. That burn is nothing but a memory as pleasure coils and tightens.
Tears swim in my eyes as his raw, sexual need flames across my skin. Deeper and harder, his hips piston furiously as he chases his release. My entire body is aflame, consumed by pleasure, as Drake finally releases inside of me.
From head to toe, I’m spent.
He very carefully walks us back to the tailgate, where he sets me down. His cock softens and slips out. While he takes care of the condom, I scoot all the way back into the bed of the truck, smoothing out the blankets and fluffing the pillows.
He turns off the generator and tidies up our camp. I guess we’re done with movie night. The truck rocks as he vaults into the back. On hands and knees, he prowls toward me. His entire body covers mine. For a moment, he stares at me, then his head lowers.
Drake captures my mouth, kissing me with tenderness and maybe something more.
I’ve been blissfully fucked by a wonderful man. Talk about mind-blowing. Nothing can bring me down from this high.
Absolutely nothing.
He rolls to his side and grips my hand as we stare up at the night sky, saying nothing as we simply connect.
Soon, his breathing slows. His hard body relaxes, and his grip on my hand eases, then finally releases as the slumber takes him under.
Careful not to wake him, I draw up a blanket to cover us both. Then I stare at the heavens, comforted with the knowledge that I made the right decision moving to Peace Springs.
I watch him sleep for a while. His chest rises and falls in a slow, easy rhythm. At some point, I drift off.
The first rays of dawn spread across the sky, light greens, yellows, and the faintest pink wake me from the best sleep I’ve had in years.
Drake’s arm drapes heavily across my midsection. His leg curls around mine, caging me in, and makes me feel wonderfully safe.
I could lift his arm and disentangle myself from his leg, but I’m not ready for this to end. He wakes and pulls me close, makes love to me as the dawn breaks. Time stands still as we lose ourselves in each other. Eventually, we head back to civilization.
We pack and load everything into the back of the pickup. Then we drive back to town in companionable silence, where we stop at Shelly’s Diner for her magic pancakes.
HOME
Drake pulls up to my uncle’s house and walks me to the front door. He leans in close. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he dodges to the side to whisper in my ear.
“I had the best night.” He teasingly nips at my ear. “Can’t wait for our next movie night.”
“When is that?” My reply is energetic.
Enthusiastic.
His low, throaty chuckle brings a smile to my face. “Damn, but you’re adorable.” He taps the tip of my nose. “I’ve got work on the ranch that needs doing, then I promised Bert to help mend some of the fences on his property. That’s going to keep me busy until sundown.” He peers up at the sky, covering his eyes as he tracks the sun. “You kept me up late, city girl. I’m falling behind in my chores.”