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My view laying here in his bed is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. His throbbing cock is still right next to my face. I can see his muscular arms wrapping under my legs, his stubbled lower jaw open and flexed tight as he groans and licks my clit.

I grab his cock in my hand, holding it tightly. I can feel him moan into me as I rub the tip of him with my thumb before slowly working his thick, lengthy shaft in my hand. The pace of his tongue gets faster and he pushes harder as I keep fisting his thick cock.

It’s so fucking hot the way our bodies are feeding off of each other’s touch. Just when I start to pleasure him, he slides oneof his fingers through my slick, wet lips to my pussy, teasing the opening. It sends a shiver through me and I flex my hips into him, desperate to feel more. My grip on his cock tightens and I know he feels it when he rocks his hips forward, practically fucking my hand. At the same time he slides his finger deeper into my dripping wet pussy.

I can already feel the tension growing in me, but I don’t want this release yet. I want more. He’s so fucking good at this.

“I need your cock in me, Tanner. I want it in my fucking mouth.” He groans so loud in hungry approval against my clit, that the vibration sends a shudder through me and I can feel my pussy squeeze his finger tighter. He lifts his head for just a second.

“That’s the fucking hottest thing you’ve said to me yet. My needy girl.”

He lifts one leg over me and now he’s straddling my face on his knees, his cock now within inches of my mouth. His mouth is already back to tormenting my clit when I pull him towards me, getting the tip of his cock in my mouth. His tight balls are right in front of my eyes and I can’t help but squeeze them gently. It’s so insanely hot to feel him in my mouth while he’s eating me out like this.

I want to tell him how fucking close I am. With his cock in my mouth, the only way I can tell him is through the unspoken words of our bodies. My breathing, the way my pussy tightens on his finger, the way I work his cock harder and faster in my mouth when his tongue and fingers are hitting the perfect spot. The way I rock my hips forward, driving myself into his open mouth. All telling him I’m so close to letting go and to keep going.

I lean my head forward and take more of his length in my mouth, my tongue running along his shaft. He groans again, pushing his tongue against my clit and flicking it faster andfaster. He rocks his hips towards my face, slowly easing his cock in and out of my mouth.

Jesus. He’s fucking my mouth while he’s licking my clit and fingering my pussy. Tanner’s warm muscular body is spread across every inch of mine, holding me against the bed.

It’s. So. Fucking. Hot.

The sensations, the touch, the sight, the sounds. They all send me completely over the edge. I can feel the orgasm coming and it’s so overwhelming.

My pussy clenches his finger and I start to squeeze his head between my thighs. I know he can feel it too the way he groans again and starts to rock his hips faster. I moan and whimper as I come, but it’s muffled by his cock in my mouth. He bucks his hips at the sensation and I open my mouth, letting him use it as he chases his own release. He comes deep in my throat while I’m still riding out my own orgasm. It’s a perfect feeling, our bodies are so in sync.

I feel him rest his head on my thigh, slowly pulling his still throbbing length from my mouth, giving me a chance to swallow and catch my breath.

He rolls off of me onto his side, his head still resting on my thigh. He runs his fingers up my leg and over my stomach, resting his hand on my hip. He looks up at me, his eyes narrowed, and heavy, his mouth open catching his breath, but smiling. His mustache has a glint to it, his spit, sweat, and my wetness still there.

“You really can read my mind. That was so damn good. The way your mouth takes me. Fuck.” He shudders. His low voice is labored and still recovering.

“It was pretty great for me too.” I look back at him, my smirking face still flush. He sits up in the bed and lays back down beside me. I roll on my side, letting him spoon me, feeling his still hard length against my ass.

“Careful now, Ronni.” He wraps his arm around mine, holding my hand against my chest. “Don’t make me go for round two.”

Chapter 39

Tanner

Deadline

While I’d love nothing more than to spend every minute with Ronni before she has to go back to Ohio, I can’t blame her for wanting to spend the day with her brother and Lizzy at the spa. If anyone deserves the relaxation time, it’s her. After all, Lizzy came out here to spend time with Ronni, they should have a fun day together. And taking Collin with them, now that Lizzy and him are a new dynamic duo, woof. They should be in for a fun day.

I’m also glad Lizzy has warmed up to me after the first couple days of angst when she realized I’m not into her. Definitely don’t want Ronni’s best friend on my bad side. And she’s kind of scary and fierce.

I’ll pick Ronni up later tonight at the start of my plow run. I’ve been looking forward to taking her with me on one of them for ages and it’s finally happening tonight. Sure, Collin has come along on them from time to time over the years. Despite being twins though, Collin is not Ronni. No. Definitely not.

It seems like every spare minute I’ve had lately has either been on the slopes with Ronni and the gang or alone with Ronni, our bodies unable to be separated. A nice distraction, but still a distraction. So I do need this time to get some work done.

I’ve managed to get a handful of knives made for Giselle and now I can focus on my other project that’s wrapping up. I normally don’t work with deadlines when it comes to knife making. It’s one of the things I love about making knives compared to being a property manager. I get to work at my own pace. But the property owner I’m making these for is important, and I’m on a bit of a time crunch. I’ve snuck in the time to get the blades pounded out, forged, and shaped. The edges are taking shape and ground now, and I should be able to finish them up today.

It’s not just the knives I need to work on. It’s me. I can feel myself becoming a mess, my heart being torn. I know what Ronni and I have is real, that we’ll fight for it. But I’m still terrified of the unknown, of how we’ll make everything work.

I can feel the dread creeping back in and that’s the last thing I want right now. I don’t want it to put a shadow over our last few days together on this trip of hers. She’s been so happy here, not worried about her job, just living in the moment. I’d give anything to help her feel like that forever.

But could I ask her to move here and give up her career back in Ohio? Am I crazy for even thinking that again? This is so new and fragile but we talked about it, we’re going to try and use whatever time we can to go back and forth. But still, I want more. My mind keeps going to the future, craving to know what our future will look like. I know she’s worked hard for her career, even if it makes her miserable. I know that’s a huge part of her life, her identity.

She has Collin and Lizzy back in Ohio. How could I ever ask her to be so far away from them? I know how hard it is tobe away from your family, to feel isolated. If she’s taught me anything recently, it’s that I need to stop bottling things up, open up, and share my feelings. Even the bad ones. It’s easy to share the good stuff, the fun happy things. But I need to take some emotional risks for once and share the rest too.

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