Page 8 of Dear Blue Jean Cowboy
"I don't know. But I know I want this," she says and moans in pleasure as I thrust my hips forward against her. "I want you."
She tugs at the pearl snap buttons of my shirt and runs her hands over my bare chest. All the years of working on the ranch have been worth it when I see the look of lust fill her eyes, and she bites down on her bottom lip. My cock reacts, screaming for release. I crush my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. I'm desperate to make up for the years of kisses we've lost in our time apart.
Diana runs her hands down my chest between us and works my belt and blue jeans open. I groan with relief into her mouth when she grips my cock and squeezes. She nearly brings me to the brink of release. The need to be inside her takes over.
I lean back and like to magnets our lips stay locked as she sits up with me. I grab the bottom of her dress and lift it over her head, breaking our kiss for only a moment. I cup her breasts, and Diana throws her head back in pleasure as a squeeze and pinch the pebbled peaks through the lace bra.
Diana opens her eyes, and I can see her gaze that her need for me is just as I feel for her. She pushes on my chest, and I fall back into a sitting position on the couch. I watch as she stands up and reaches behind her, unhooking her bra. The straps fall free from her shoulders, and she lets it fall to the floor at her feet. I lean forward and run my hands up the sides of her thighs, hooking my fingertips in the fabric of her panties and pulling them down for her to step out.
I can barely breathe as I stare at the stunningly beautiful woman standing in front of me.
Gently, she pushes me back and straddles my lap. Her hand dipping between us as she pulls my cock out and pumps her hand up and down.
“Don’t tease me,” I say, unable to take much more of this moment without coming in her hand.
Diana leans in and kisses me as she guides my eager cock to her damp entrance. She pushes down slowly, allowing her body to adjust to me inside her. I let her lead as best I can. The way my release is nearly ready to burst from me if it were to take over, I'd already be pumping in and out of her.
“You feel so good,” she cries out, running her fingers into her hair and thrusting her breast closer to me.
I latch on to one of her nipples and circle my tongue around it. Then move my attention to the other.
Diana begins to circle her hips slowly at first before picking up the pace. I do everything I can to hold back my release. I want to share this moment together.
The pleasure builds higher and higher with each twist of her hips. I hold onto her, ready the moment she lets go, and I can let go too. I feel the tightening of her body around me as she gets closer.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I nod and focus my attention on her beautiful face. I watch as she reaches the brink of orgasmic bliss and falls over the edge. I plunge with her. I am lost in the release but holding on tight to her.
I can't know for sure what our future holds, but I know that I can't let her go. We've lost so much already. Before, the decision was made for us when our parents separated us, but now the only thing holding us back from being together is ourselves.
6
DIANA
Rhett holds me in his arms as I listen to the soft sound of his breathing as he sleeps. We spent the night talking and making love. The urgency to make up for lost time consumes us both, but the one thing we don’t talk about is the night we tried to get married.
I knew, even then, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But after my parents showed up at the church and dragged me away, I never heard from him. The painful memory I’d been avoiding bubbles up inside me as I think about how he just stood there and watched me go.
I thought for sure that we would try and run away again, but he never came. I wrote him a letter the day before my parents sent me away to Tennessee to live with my aunt. They wanted me to finish out my senior year of high school there, but I had other plans.
I left the letter on the windshield of his truck, knowing he'd find it, and come to get me—but he never came. I convinced myself that the wind blew it away. In my mind, I couldn't fathom an alternative reason.
Anger from the past hits me like a wave and threatens to pull me under.
I pull out of his arms and grab one of Rhett's shirts lying on the bench near his bed and slip it on. I tiptoe out of his bedroom and into the living room of his cabin. I pace the length of the small room, needing time to think.
A shoebox sitting on the seat of one of the chairs catches my eye. It's a shoe brand that has long since gone out of business, and I get curious.
I grab the shoebox off the chair and lift the lid. Inside, there are keepsakes of my and Rhett's relationship. I smile, and the anger I felt starts to fade as I look over each item. The leather notebook I thought I lost years ago is in here.
I pick it up and flip through the pages. Something falls out of the book onto the table. I pick it up and see that it’s the letter I wrote to him all those years ago.
I flip it over and see that it has been opened. Rhett did see it. The anger floods back into me as I open it up and pull out the note.
Dear Rhett,
I’m writing to you because it’s the only way I can think to reach you. My parents have shut down all forms of communication so that I can’t call or text you. I can’t use the computer or take out the car. They were very clear that they didn’t want me to see you anymore, but I don’t care. I love you. And even though you haven’t tried to contact me, I know you love me too. We can still be together. We can still have the life we dreamed and planned. My parents want to send me to Tennessee to live with my aunt. I’m not going to go. We don’t have much time, but we need to go if we hope to have a chance of being together. I love you. I love you. I love you. Please don’t give up on us.
