Page 66 of Moonshine Lullabies
I swallowed hard and took the leap of faith that he wouldn’t reject what I had to say out of hand and I said, “I think I love you… so damn much that it scares me.”
He gathered me just a little tighter to him and asked me, “An’ why does it scare you?”
I felt the tears already threaten, my vision beginning to blur as I said, “Because I don’t think my heart could take it if you didn’t love me, too.”
He smiled, and it was kind and full of empathy as he hooked his hand at the back of my head and pressed his lips against my forehead. I closed my eyes and melted into that touch as I always did, the feel of him in front of and around me and the calm set of his body telegraphing without words that I wassafe.
“You ain’t gotta worry about that, Jessie-Lou,” he said, voice gently chiding. “I love you for just who you are, darlin’. You’re the most wonderful thing I think that’s happened to me an’ I honestly been kickin’ myself for knowin’ you as long as I have without really seein’ you afore now. Feels like so much time wasted.”
I swallowed the thick feeling of threatening tears that was lodged in my throat and pushed up, throwing a leg over his lean hips, and settling on him, bringing my lips down to his.
He held my hair back from our faces as he kissed me back so tenderly and I couldn’t help but move my hips, the arousal I felt for him swirling in my veins pleasantly, rising like a wisp of smoke, and where there was smoke there was fire.
When he reached a hand down to grip my hip and encourage movement out of them, urging me to slide my pussy against his hard cock trapped between us, that wisp of smoke kindled up into a flame and within seconds that flame grew and I fuckingburnedto have him inside me.
The feeling was mutual when I tore my mouth from his and straightened up. He took his hand from my face and put it to my other hip, then took his first off of me to stand himself up so that I could take him into me.
I slid down onto him, my eyes slipping shut at the sheer exquisite feeling of taking him in, inch by inch.
When our bodies met, he grunted and let out a satisfied groan andGod, I loved the noises he made with me. I felt so powerful knowing that this beautiful man desired me and that I made him feel so good.
I bit my bottom lip and rocked my hips slowly andoh my, I had to say, this position with him did things for me. Quite a few things… the pleasure radiating out from my center and rolling through me like a fine mist. One lit and turned to a pleasant glow by the first light of day that was comin’ through the blinds.
“Take your pleasure, baby,” he murmured up at me. “I wanna watch you… I love to watch you come.”
Fuck,that was hot. I was growing wetter by the second, and I gathered some of that wetness on my fingertips and pressed them to my clit. I put my other hand to his chest and closed my eyes as he grunted when I put my weight on it, but his hands were on my hips, fingers digging ever so slightly and I threw my head back and let out a throaty gasp.
He felt so good, and I took him at his word, that he wanted to watch me, but me? I was being selfish. I was all about what I was feeling. The feel of his hot length inside me, the feel of my fingertips teasing that bundle of nerves waking up and the way the pleasure from those combined things effervesced through my bloodstream.
I kept my eyes squeezed shut and shuddered when my own hair tickled my lower back and the top of my ass cheeks and the sensation, that heavy feeling, gathered in my womb.
“Oh, God, I’m close!” I half groaned before the feeling stole my breath away making ‘close’ come out breathy and slightly insecure.
“Mm,” the sound he made was like a man who tasted something satisfyingly delicious and it made my body twitch with an ecstatic electrical impulse to hear it, that sound alone very nearly sending me over the edge.
“That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl,” he grated out, andoh, my God, yes!
I threw myself forward, and he caught me, cradling me to him, a hand at the back of my head, the other a steel band behind my back as he bucked his hips and took over for me as the orgasm rolled through me like the tide rushing in. The way he kept at me made me cry out, piercing, shocked, and amazed as I quickly became over stimulated. Still, he was beautifully relentless, grunting and losing rhythm right when I didn’t think I could take anymore.
“Oh, God!” I cried, and he chuckled, kissing my cheek through the curtain of my hair as another shudder racked through me and I trembled above him.
“I love how you call me that,” he joked and I burst out laughing as he held me tight.
God, I loved how this man could make me smile and I loved how he loved me even more.
* * *
The day was a productive one.We took my wad of cash and went and looked at a truck. Again, it wasn’t for me, the body too rusted and way too many miles on it to be worth it to even try and fix it up.
We went on out to the old bone yard for motorcycles and started going through a bunch of shit looking for things on the extensive list of parts for Collier’s motorcycle. We hit some pay dirt and spent a good long while breaking apart a couple of bikes to salvage what we could for his.
During our time out there, we got to talkin’ to one of the salvage yard employees and the subject of my truck came up. He said he knew a guy looking to off-load his mid-1990s little Chevy S-10 pickup at another scrapyard on up the way. Said the thing ran and drove but it had a few problems, but dude was keen on throwing in the parts needed to fix it up if we were interested in a little something that required some sweat equity.
I was all for it, and after we finished with getting what we needed into the back of my brother’s truck, we lifted the tailgate and looked at each other and Collier said, “Well? What d’you reckon?”
I smiled and said, “Let’s go.”
We went on up the road a ways, missed the damn turn, had to backtrack on down to the turnoff and eventually found our way a ways back in the wood at yet another pull-a-part place and sure enough, there was a primer gray truck with a pile of metal parts in the back of it sitting out front with a ‘for sale’ sign in the windshield.
