Page 94 of Right in Front of You

“I love you too, Carter.”

I could never get tired of hearing those words, so I seized her mouth with mine, and let my instincts guide me. I wanted this woman unlike any other. Holding her, kissing her like she was the key to my next breath, I could finally see that I had a chance at happiness. I had a purpose and she was it. I pictured our kids, running around the yard, the curls they’d inherited from their beautiful mother spilling over their shoulders. Us, taking long walks to Pebble Lake and back. Maybe we’d even skinny dip. What if I removed the remaining charcoal from my burnt home and built a new house for our growing family? With Molly, I could see it all happen – being together for better or worse, in sickness and health, until the day I died. Nothing could stop us if we worked together. Not even her father. I was certain of that.

Water dripped down our faces. It trickled between our mouths. The taste of her and rain combined made me hard. Her curls straightened, some of them sticking to her beautiful face, longer ones to her chest. Our clothes were soaked, and it felt as if we were naked. Thunder roared in the distance, but neither of us moved. I sucked on her bottom lip before pushing my tongue deeper into her mouth. The best part of kissing Molly was that she kissed me back. Hard and desperate, her passionate kisses seared against my mouth as she pushed her bosom into my chest, stringing her arms around me, gently scraping any part of my skin she could tantalize with her fingernails.

When I pulled away, I leaned my forehead against hers, heaving.

“I want to make love to you, Molly, so badly. I want to show you what being with a man should be like. I want us to make good memories, ones that will wash away the past, ones that will fill your heart and soul with enough happiness to last you ten lifetimes. I will erase your doubts. I want to love your whole body. I want to love you and protect you for the rest of my life. I do see what’s right in front of me, and that’s you, Molly. I won’t do anything to screw this up. I promise.”

“I want you too, Carter. I’m not afraid anymore. I won’t let him ruin me any further. I won’t let him guide my life.” Her hands slid over the water on my arms on a downward path until our fingers intertwined. “I want you as well. Right now.”

I looked deep into her eyes, trying to find a hint of doubt there, but I only saw longing. She didn’t need to ask me twice. I touched the first button on her shirt and flicked it open. Then the second and third. I followed the column of buttons until her white shirt spread open, revealing her soaked white bra. My dick twitched at the beauty of her pink nipples poking through. Rain formed strings of paths from her neck through the valley between her breasts.

Jesus, was she ever beautiful.

Her pure scent filled my nostrils, and my senses spun into a whirlwind of lust. I reached for the button on her jeans, unfastening them. Then another, and another, until the fabric opened up to the sides, and I could see a matching set of white panties over her triangle.

“Not sure if you noticed, but it’s raining, Molly.”

“It’s perfect,” she replied.

“You’ll shiver if we stay here longer, and I’m planning on taking my time with you today.”

Instead of sliding her pants off her hips, I picked her up into my arms and carried her to an old barn in the back of my parents’ field. A mumble of a protest escaped her lips before she bit down and smiled. Molly was still afraid I’d exert or injure myself.

I kicked the barn doors apart and we squeezed through the opening. The smell of dust and dry hay weaved around us.

“Hang your clothes there. I don’t want them to get dirty.” I pointed to an old hook on the side wall.

Raindrops beat forcefully against the rooftop. I opened a chest that I knew was filled with blankets and pillows my grandmother had stored for us. A faint smell of oatmeal cookies lifted from within, as a memory of my grandmother bringing them to the barn flashed in my mind. We’d ended up eating the entire batch right on top of the blankets and pillows we used to build forts.

I spread a checkered throw over the hay at the base of an old stack, as well as a few pillows, and then turned around to look at Molly. Wearing her partly opened jeans and white bra, she was watching me, still biting her lip, making the tightness in my pants that much more visible. I beckoned her with my finger to come closer and she sauntered over. Kneeling in front of her, I kissed around her navel with tenderness and hooked my fingers into the loops of her jeans before slowly lowering them off her hips. My lips danced a downward path over her velvety skin and firm legs that were soft on the inside until I got to the knee and removed her pants completely. As she shimmied out of them, her hands raked through my hair, tightening it into her fists and gently tugging so that I would stand up to meet her.

Molly reached for the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. While I wanted to grab her, throw her onto the hay, and sink deep into her, I took more pleasure in the slow progress, watching her expression change at my every touch and feeling the gentle tremors of her body under my fingertips. Time teased us. The languorous ticking seconds of anticipation aroused me. My hands grazed all over her body while hers explored my chest, neck, and back.

Molly’s breaths shallowed, her nipples pebbled underneath her bra, and her lips parted invitingly. Her hand moved to my jeans, flipping the button open in one swift tug. The sound of the zipper overpowered the sound of the raindrops banging against the wooden boards. Jesus, could this girl ever turn me on!

Once my pants were down, there wasn’t much to hide. Well, there was a lot to hide, actually, because my dick was swollen to its full capacity and peeked out of my boxer-briefs. Molly’s eyes grew wide at the sight of my crown while her mouth curved up with delight. She pulled her tongue over her bottom lip and I almost came right there. I took her face into my hands and kissed her again. Wanting this moment to last, wanting her memories to be as if it were her first time ever, I took my time kissing her collarbone, neck and shoulders. I caressed her lips with mine and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth to play with hers, savoring every little moan and sound she made. They were innocent and beautiful, just like she was.

Her fingers scraped gently over my back, driving me wild, before sliding higher to my head where she raked them through my hair again. It was one of the most amazing feelings in the world.

The barn felt hot and muggy. Molly’s slick body pressed against mine. We kissed as if we had all the time in the world, the rush of everyday life ceasing to exist.

It was just the rain and us. And Molly’s hands. Jesus, where was she going with this? If she didn’t stop teasing me this way, I’d definitely blow. She slid them up my back again, then down, and didn’t stop until she reached my ass, squeezing her palms inside my underwear, cupping my cheeks ever so gently, feeling their strength, massaging them. Her hands then ventured toward the front, forcing us somewhat apart. She traced her fingers over the fabric and up my shaft, nearly touching the wet tip.

“Molly, stop.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it. That’s the problem. I don’t want to be done before we’ve barely started.”

She smiled with satisfaction. “Does that mean that I turn you on?”

“You had doubts?” I looked down, right into the eye of the dragon and the pre-cum pearl.

“I want to touch it.”

“You will, but first, we take care of you.” I moved forward, guiding Molly to walk back and onto the blanket. “Lie down.” The growl I heard in my voice vibrated through my chest.

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