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Sticking his head up between my legs again, he slowly licks off his pointer and middle fingers with a satisfied moan. “You taste amazing, baby. I’m already hooked on your perfect little pussy.”
His fingers slide deeper into my folds now as his tongue, lips, and teeth tease and flick me into weightlessness, as if I’ve left Earth’s atmosphere to float somewhere above space, time, the universe.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but my body needs more. Urgently. “Travis, please don’t stop,” I beg, moaning and arching my back and hips towards his face.
“That’s right, sugar,” he growls, “Grind that perfect pussy of yours into my face. I love the taste of your honey.”
“Yes,” I cry, heading over the edge of ecstasy as my hips shudder into his hand and face. But his tongue and fingers don’t stop until I relax completely beneath him, a panting hot mess of satisfaction.
He wipes his hand over his face, moving towards me as he lifts my legs, sinking the tip of his hot, hard cock into me. I letout a ragged sigh, my pussy swollen and sensitive to his every move. He’s too big for me. Way too big for me. There’s no way this will work.
Registering the shock on my face, he palms my cheek, saying gently, “You’re so tight, Faith. This is going to hurt both of us. But then it’ll get better … I promise. I’ll go slow and do everything I can to make it pleasurable for you.”
Pausing for a moment, he angles his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut before he starts moving little by little. Putting his attention back on my clit with his thumb, he finds the perfect pressure and pattern to catch my attention. And he leans forward, sucking my nipples one at a time, setting me on fire. Teasing me until I can’t take anymore, he leads me toward the edge of another orgasm.
“That’s right, sugar,” he pants, moving methodically deeper with each thrust, taking me to the edge of intense pleasure and pain. As my need increases, my hips rise to meet him until my pussy spasms around him.
Seizing the moment, he plunges into me, and I let out a scream as desire and pain smack into me simultaneously. He pauses for a moment, reading my face before continuing.
He promises, “It’ll get better now.” His stroke deepens as his eyes claim mine, and his mouth frantically takes my lips again. I’m still tumbling back to Earth on ecstatic waves of pleasure when he lets out a visceral cry. I feel his hot release, and he holds me tightly, pulsing out his tremulous pleasure as I savor the feel of his hot, sweaty flesh against mine.
We lie in a tangled heap until our breathing returns to normal, and he asks softly, “Are you okay, Faith?”
I try to hold it together, nodding, but I can’t. Waves of emotion flood me all at once, and I burst into tears.
“Shh,” he croons, gently rocking me in his arms. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I tried not to, but there was no other way.”
“It’s not that,” I sob. “I’m just feeling so much right now. All at the same time. It’s too much to take in.”
Concern washes over his face as he holds me. “Are they good feelings? Talk me through them, Faith. The best you can.”
“Yes, they’re good feelings. The best. It’s just a lot.”
Pulling me into his chest, he strokes my arm with one hand and runs the other soothingly through my hair. He starts to say something but then stops himself. I want to ask why, but I’m afraid if I open my mouth again, all that will come out are sobs.
I’ve never been so close to someone in my entire life. Never been this vulnerable or so wholly wrapped up in another person. I love him so much that I feel like I’m drowning, and the thought of ever losing him anguishes me.
If we could stay in this moment forever, everything would be perfect. But fire season could start as early as April, which means only a precious few weeks together.
Chapter Twelve
TRAVIS
Agroup of elders from the House of the Seven Prophets eyeball me as I walk past. I give them a polite head nod, but they extend no reciprocal nicety. I’m starting to see why Faith has bent to their will throughout much of her life. In so many ways, they and their members run this town. And they’ve perfected the art of making a body feel uncomfortable.
They have no sway over me, so I observe their tactics with a detached air of amusement. But I worry about Faith and the kind of blowback that’s coming now that our relationship is out in the open. I’m not typically one to agonize over bridges I have yet to cross.
But April’s in full swing, and the Rough & Ready Hotshots just received our first call. It’s tough to predict what that may or may not say about the upcoming fire season. Still, I feel nervous about leaving Faith to face these people alone. After all, we’ve only been together for a month, and I’d like our relationship to be on firmer ground. Life doesn’t always go as planned, though.
I’m in love with her. There’s no other way to put it, and itfills my heart with an elation I’ve never felt before. I haven’t told her yet, but those three words are constantly in the back of my mind. Do I let her know before heading out on my first roll? Even a few more weeks would help me gauge the rightness of the moment.
But as a wildland firefighter, the clear and present danger of my career makes me think about things a little differently. While I want to minimize her worry, my job’s dangerous. There’s no other way to put it, and I hate the thought of leaving things unsaid between us … just in case.
Of course, I’m back to jumping the gun again. Although Faith spends plenty of time at my cabin, she keeps putting off a dinner with Birdie. She’s also hesitated each time I’ve offered to accompany her when she visits her mom in memory care. I get that there’s a lot of drama swirling around Mrs. Jenkins and seeing one of the “neighbor foster boys” as she liked to call us, in the company of her daughter.
Still, I want to offer my support to Faith through what’s got to be a difficult time. My foster dad, Wyatt, is getting older, too. Watching the toughest man I’ve ever known grow frail with age has been one of the most painful things I’ve ever done. So, I can only imagine what she and Birdie are going through.
Opening the door of Jenkins Feed Store, it does my heart good to see Faith behind the counter in a tight-fitting pair of jeans with a lacy pink shirt. Ever since we got together at the hot springs, she’s been dressing in ways that steal my breath.
