“Ryan, please let me put you inside me. I want to feel you every way I can.”
Without a word, I let her curl her slender fingers around my cock. It felt so fucking good. Squeezing the base, she inserted my hot, rigid length into her entrance, inch by thick inch.
“Jesus,” I moaned out as I pushed inside of her. “You’re so fucking hot and wet, my little butterfly.”
“Oh, Ryan, you feel amazing!” she breathed out, clenching her muscles around me, intensifying the pleasure if that was possible.
I slid halfway back down and then began to pummel her. There was no foreplay. No tender lovemaking. Just hard fucking. My cock had been bereft for too long, and this was the way I was making up for lost time. My breathing grew ragged as she clawed at my back, her hips bucking to meet each fast, furious thrust. Whimpers spilled out of her mouth as my eyes stayed trained on her enraptured face. She looked and sounded like she was about to come, and I quickly put one hand to her soaking wet pussy, rubbing her clit to coax her to climax. Her whimpers morphed into sobs. She was close to coming, and as I felt my balls contract and thigh muscles pulse, I knew I was too. I was determined to take us over the edge together. With a grunt and one final powerful deep thrust, I felt her shudder all around me and heard her cry out to God as I met her orgasm head on with my own explosive one. As she continued to judder around me, the blast of my release bathed her until there was no more to give. My heart beating fast, my body heated, I collapsed on top of her, burying my head in the crook of her neck. Her sobbing subsiding, she silently stroked my hair. Right here, right now, there was no one else in this world but Willow Rosenthal. Beautiful just fucked Willow.
We stayed in this position until our breathing and heartbeats calmed down. Then, I repositioned us so she was snuggled in my arm, her head resting on my chest as the sun beat down on us. We didn’t talk about what we had done—or about how amazing it was—but rather of sweet nothings. As we studied the billowy clouds, reflecting on what their shapes reminded us of, I picked a dandelion, left over from the summer, and blew on it. The furry little spurs scattered upon us.
Willow giggled. “Do you know when you blow on one a wish comes true?”
“Really? I didn’t know that. I didn’t make one.”
A look of disappointment washed over her face. She frowned. “Then, I’ll pick one and make a wish for the both of us.”
I watched as she reached for another one of the fuzzy flowers and then pursed her lips, blowing on it. Again, the spurs fell all over us.
“What did you wish for?” I asked.
Laughing, she flicked the tip of my nose with the stem. “I can’t tell you. If I do, it won’t come true.”
“Well, I hope it was a good one.”
She looked up as the last of the spurs floated in the air. “Yeah, it was.” A dreamy smile spread across her face as she caught one. “Hey, we better head back. My grandma is probably wondering what happened to us.” She sat up.
As much as I could have stayed here in this euphoric state forever, I helped her to her feet and we both put our clothes back on. It was time to say farewell to the weeping willow, but there was something I wanted to do before we left. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I pulled out my trusty Swiss Army knife. I switched it open as Willow watched.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I put the sharp blade to the thick trunk of the stately tree and began to carve into it.
A few short minutes later, there was another heart gracing the tree just above the one carved by her father. Except this one was bigger and on either side of the arrow were two initials. RM on the bottom and WR on the top.
Willow flung her arms around me. I passionately kissed her once again.
It was official.
I, Ryan Madewell IV, long time suffering, fucked-up widower, celibate for four years, had a girlfriend.
I was officially in love with a girl named Willow.
Bending down to pick another dandelion, this time I made a wish before blowing on it, hoping this love would last forever. Like the heart on this tree that eternally connected us. Love had no goodbyes.