Page 55 of Country Charm

Cassidy

I’m living in a parallel universe where I am the kind of girl who likes to date the same man more than once. The kind of girl where the idea of a relationship isn’t all that terrifying and waking up with the same person more than once sounds kind of cool.

Hunter and I barely made it into my apartment before he was ripping my pants off, bending me over the arm of the chair, and eating me from behind, jeans bunched just below my knees, again.

I think he might be a fan of restraining me, and I might be too. I came twice on his face before I slumped over and relaxed into the cushion, sated. He barely gave me time to recover before he was notching the head of his latex-covered pulsing dick at my entrance. Naively, I tried to push my hips back, but that only earned me a spanking.

He only sat himself in me just past his swollen head before reaching around my hips with one hand to strum my clit and grasping my throat with the other. Now, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to put their fingersaround my windpipe during sex, but Hunter didn’t ask. He just demanded things, without ever saying a word.

I came so hard on the tip of his dick, something I also have never done. Well, you know that saying you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile? I feel like he made me come with an exceptionally thick inch, and then I was begging for that mile. He obliged.

Now we’re lying in my bed, naked, and he’s reading me a passage fromLittle Women. His voice was made to read aloud. I can imagine creeping up on him, unaware, listening to him readThe Giving Tree,Harold and the Purple Crayon, orGoodnight Moonto a little babe in his arms.

The thought stops my brain and I suddenly feel dizzy. I rest my head on his bare chest, and he wraps his arm around me. How comforting it is, both soothing and terrifying. I feel myself tensing and focusing on each breath I take. Hunter is calmly reading but suddenly pauses and lifts the book away from him.

“There a reason you’ve come down with rigor mortis?”

I toss around something to say, but nothing seems right. I don’t want to lie to him. We’ve been so honest and up-front through all this, why start lying now? Part of me also doesn’t want to stop this amazing evening. Things are so good, and I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot by opening the door to a conversation I’m not really ready to have. The solution that seems best fitting: partial truth.

“I’ve never done this before?”

Hunter sets the book down, open-faced, on my bed.

“Lie with someone after sex in your bed?”

“Not this close and no one but my father has ever read to me.”

I feel his heart rate pick up. If anyone is curious about a quick way to douse any kind of flame you havewith a man, try mentioning your dad while you’re lying naked in bed with him. It’s like a bucket of cold water. This is a first because I don’t tell the men I usually sleep with personal information about myself, and anything about my dad fits into that category.

“I like reading to you.”

I hear something in his tone… a warmness? Irrefutability? Compassion? It makes my insides feel warm and my heart race. It makes the voices in my head scream and run for the hills. It makes me look up at him and crush my mouth against his.

I may not be the best when it comes to talking about all of this and moving in any kind of constructive direction. I am, however, good at the physical part, and so is Hunter.

Large, strong hands move me so that I straddle his hips. I’m already slick from his proximity alone, but it’s increasing just by our kissing. Feeling his hard length in between my legs I begin to slide my wet core along him. It’s so good. The silky, hot skin moistened by my arousal. The way he squirms beneath me but lets me explore him. I want more. I want it all. I pull my lips away and brace my hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming of riding this fat cock since I first laid eyes on you. I may not be a cowgirl, but I think I know a thing or two…”

Hunter’s dick twitches beneath me and I take pleasure in such a simple feat. Being able to bring a strong man down to his knees is one hell of a power trip. I’m no fool though, I know he’s only lending me this power. It’s taking every ounce of his control.

“I think you’ve got more cowgirl in you than you think.” Hunter goes to move me, but I push him back against the pillows, quirking a brow.

“Condom?” he asks. Ah, that makes sense. Then the next thing I know I’m back in that alternate universe.

“I’m clean and on the pill.” The words are blurted out and his face turns an endearing shade of pink.

“Uh, I’m clean. It’s been a minute since I went to get tested, but it’s also been a minute since I’ve slept with someone. Never unprotected.”

“Oh! I’ve never done that either.” I can feel the blush cross my cheeks and spread across my bare chest.

“Okay,” he says softly as he gently glides his hands up and down my bare back.

“Okay,” I echo, bringing my lips a hair away from his.

Hunter brushes them together lightly and then slips his tongue along the seam of my mouth. Kissing this man is the most uncomplicated thing I’ve ever done. I don’t second guess a thing when his mouth and mine are melded.

His hands firmly grasp my hips, and he begins more laborious strokes of my flesh against his. As much as I adore how dominant he is, I want to show this man I can take charge too.

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