Page 60 of In the Dust

I’ve never felt pleasure like I have since I returned home, but damn did age make him a better lover. I don’t want to imagine why and how he has learned the things he knows, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that any girl he’s fooled around with has never had his heart.

And knowing that we both are each other’s first and last? It’s incredible.

I slide my hands through his hair, panting wildly as he slides down his jeans, his throbbing cock bulging from his boxers. I lick my lips as it bounces out. I want him inside of me. He slides on the condom and sinks in between my legs.

Using my legs, I wrap them behind his back and pull forward. He fills me completely, entering me without a second thought.

The rhythm of his strokes, his thrusts are magical especially in this setting. “I … It feels so good,” I moan out.

His rough hand comes up to graze my collarbone; he’s tracing me like a sculptor, slightly leaned up as he pounds into me while outlining my curves. “God, Dix,” he grunts. “I need this forever.”

Forever.

I repeat those words in my mind over and over as I look at him and to the twinkling stars above. Wouldn't that be nice? Forever.

I pull my dress back down and blush as he gets dressed, looking over his sculpted body and reveling in the fact that it’s all mine. “You ready to get a drink, Cowboy?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Quickly, before I can react, he grabs my arms and pulls me up on his back for a piggyback ride.

We barrel out to where our friends sit around the bonfire. “You two get lost?” Jackson asks.

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