I reach in and pull it out, rolling my eyes. “You were totally planning this.”
He gives me that trademark innocent-mischievous look I can’t get enough of. I tear open the condom and hold his cock up erect. He rests his weight on his elbows and watches me intently, a sly smile on his face. “You ever done this before?”
I nod, intently squeezing the tip and settling it down over his cock, sliding it over his sheath. “Sex Ed. Banana,” I explain, rolling it down to the base, then proudly inspecting my handiwork. “This good?”
He grins. “That was one lucky banana. You good?”
I nod, pushing into place on my knees until I’m directly over his cock. I lift it and position it at my entrance, then slowly slide down onto it. And there it is, that fullness, that amazing feeling that tells me I’m home.
He sits up, pulls off his t-shirt, and takes my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss. “Fuck, Katie. Never thought I’d be here again.”
“I did,” I whisper, laying my chin on his shoulder as the insects buzz around us. “We belong together, Dax.”
“Yeah,” he admits, reaching under my camisole to cup my breast. “We do.”
I lift up onto my knees, push aside the barely-there fabric of my thong, lowering myself down onto him, riding him as he buries his face in my neck. I lift up, pausing with him just barely inside me, hovering there, letting him groan in frustration. His hands slide around me, cupping my ass, begging me to push down again.
Then I do, hard, so hard I feel him nearly in my throat. He lets out a groan.
“Fuck, girl. Ride me like that,” he says, in a voice not even a whisper. He lifts me, lowering me, until I get into a deep rhythm, and then he lets me go. “You’ve got it. Do your own thing. Whatever feels good.”
So I do. Fully stretched by his cock, I slide myself back and forth on him, rubbing my clit against his skin. I bounce up and down, my hard nipples rubbing against his bare, hard chest through my tank top. That, and the cool, dewy morning air on my skin is enough to set every inch of me into a state of overdrive. It’s almost too much arousal. Soon I’m on my way to completely lost, tossing aside all inhibitions, building to that point where nothing else matters but sensation. We tangle our hands through each other’s hair and grasp for each other desperately, and soon I’m screaming out his name. We come together, at once, our bodies pressed together, panting and trembling.
“Damn girl,” he says. “This, here? It’s my favorite place on Earth.”
I laugh. “Then let’s not move.”
So we don’t. At least, not right away. We stay that way for what seems like forever, until my legs are numb. I peel myself off him and collapse amidst the grass and dandelions.
He looks over at me, grinning from ear to ear. “I didn’t bring you out here to do that,” he says sheepishly.
“That’s okay. I did,” I tease, smiling smugly at his astonished expression. “What can I say? I love your cock.”
“I love you, Katydid,” he murmurs, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it as we lie together, staring up at the bright blue sky.
Chapter 14
We ride back to with Dax’s hand resting in its proper place on my thigh and both of us sporting shit-eating grins on our faces. I’ve been drunk before, but I’ve never felt so high. I’ve always been scared about the future. But this time, for once, I’m excited about the possibilities.
He tells me that when the offer is accepted he wants to begin work on the place right away, and try to open sometime in the early fall. He’s talking a mile a minute about his plans, and I realize it’s the way he is whenever he’s around a car he loves. But even so, I’ve actually never seen him quite this excited.
“My parents sold their house,” I tell him. “They’re closing at the end of August. I was thinking of getting an apartment in town, maybe near the bar.”
“Above Murphy’s?” he says. “Fuck that. That’s no place for my girl. Why wouldn’t you just stay with me in my apartment?”
My girl? I smile, about to have a heart attack for the second time that day. That’s almost as astonishing as him telling me he loved me. “Because you never asked me to?”
He grins. “I’m asking you. Damn, girl. Stop waiting for me to ask if you want something. Just take it. Like I said, you own me. I’ll give you everything I have and then get you anything I don’t have yet.”
Oh, hell, that invitation is like a thousand birthday parties, all rolled into one. Except that the only thing I want is him, and I want it forever. I shiver once again and the thought of his cock buried deep inside me and say, “I’m kind of hungry. I didn’t have breakfast.” Or dinner last night, or lunch yesterday afternoon. In fact, that sesame bagel I stole from Fowler was my last meal.