Page 47 of The Rookie

He moans and the vibrations go through my body. I grip his hair, hold his head to me, and my body burns from the inside out, despite the cool water. One hand slides between my legs, and he eases a finger into me. He finger fucks me for a few minutes, until I’m so close to coming, and while my vibrator didn’t give me calluses on my hands, it was Wes on my mind when I used it these last few nights. This is so much better. This is…everything.

“God, yes,” I murmur, not wanting to be too loud, or sound too alarming. I’m not interested in putting on a show for anyone other than the man with his finger inside me. He pulls it out, and cups my breasts.

“I have totally not spent enough time here,” he murmurs and slides his tongue around my nipple. He squeezes my breasts together, and his cock throbs against my legs. “One of these days I’m going to fuck you right here.”

I gulp as he worships my body and glances up at me, a promise of things to come in his eyes. “Yes please…”

He grins, and starts backing up, dragging me with him. He reaches the embankment, and hauls himself out, until he’s sitting on the edge his feet still in the water. “I want you on top, baby. I want you to ride my cock so I can see your face when you come all over me.”

I put my legs around him and shimmy up. His hands grip my waist and he holds me over his erect cock. I wiggle as he pulls me down and a cry lodges in my throat as he slides in so deep, it brings on a full body quake.

“You good?” he asks, his voice soft and gentle, deeply intimate, as big hands brush my hair from my cheeks, and his eyes move over my face, a careful check in.

“Better than good.” I roll my hips, and his cock hits all the right spots as I move.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” I lift myself up and fall back onto his cock. “I’ve wanted to do this all week,” he admits. “All I wanted was back inside you.”

I grip his shoulders and bring my lips to his. He kisses me, devours my mouth, as I ride him, his gorgeous cock sliding in and out easily as I grow wetter.

“Babe, so fucking good.”

“I know,” I agree, and he slides a hand between our bodies to apply the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, knowing exactly how and what I like. I do love a fast learner. I straighten, and rub my breasts on his face as I bounce on his cock, and he grows impossibly thicker inside me.

I ride him hard, and toss my head back as our bodies slap together. Heat barrels through me, and somewhere in the distance a bird takes flight, no doubt frightened by our mingling moans. Keeping one hand on my clit, he slides the other up my back and holds me. I move, restless, needy as I chase an orgasm. I rock, ride him and I cry out as pleasure centers on my core.

My lids fall shut, every cell in my body tingling in bliss. “Wes,” I murmur, unable to find the words to describe how good this is with him.

“I know, babe. I know,” he responds, just as lost in me as I am in him. I force my eyes open, and note the way he’s watching me, and just like that, my body lets go of everything except pleasure. Heat pours from me, and he grunts his approval as it drips down his pistoning cock.

His jaw clenches as I move my hips, wanting every inch of him inside as I clench around his thickness.

He swallows, and a tortured noise crawls out of his throat. “I’m…there.”

“Come inside me, Wes. I want to feel you drip out of me again.”

“Fuck, yeah.” His hand tightens on the back of my neck and he holds me down as he shoots his seed high inside my body. I close my eyes and savor the sensations, loving how good I can make him feel. He grunts a couple more times and guides my mouth to his when he finally stops spurting.

We press our lips tighter and because my orgasm drained the last of my energy, we both just cling and breathe together, our lips lightly brushing. He puts both arms around me and holds me to him so tightly, it squeezes the air from my lungs. I lay my head on his shoulder and breathe in his skin as we both slowly come back. His cock grows soft inside me, and he lifts me up, and I nibble my lips as a few droplets spill out of me.

“Charlie?” he asks, breaking the quiet.

I sit on his lap, and breathe, “Yeah.”

He brushes my wet hair back and cups my face. “Feel free to visit me on the farm any time you want.” I grin at him and as my body comes down from the high, my smile falls. “Hey what’s wrong?” The worry in his eyes, the genuine concern tugs at my heart.

“I remembered why I came here.”

“It wasn’t for this?” he asks and points a finger back and forth between the two of us, his brow raised in curiosity. “Checking to see if I finally became a better kisser?”

I chuckle, but my insides are a mess. “You’re a great kisser and you damn well know it.”

“What’s going on?” he asks, humor gone from his voice.

“I wanted to tell you. I got an offer from both those firms where I interviewed.”

He goes deadly quiet, his eyes narrowed in on me, like he’s trying to find the right words, and my God, I really want him to find the right words—even though I’m not entirely sure what they are. My throat tightens, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to say something in response.

He exhales, and nods his head, like he’s coming to terms with something. “Congratulations and I’m not surprised. You’re good at everything you do.”

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