Page 13 of Back in the Country
Pushing the words away, I walk us toward my bedroom inside the small trailer. She deserves better, but she’s never complained anytime she’s been here. I’m a single guy—I don’t need a lot.
She’d probably giggle if I dropped her onto the mattress and she bounced, but I don’t have it in me to be apart from her for that long. Instead, I cover her body with mine and kiss the hell out of her. Despite the fury in the kitchen, there’s no rush here.
I only get this once.
Sheonly gets this once.
Marlee’s hips rock against my length and I groan.
“Way?”
Eyes hooded, I meet her gaze.
“I need you to touch me.” She pants the words and that’s it. My body hums with anticipation. My heart hammers in my chest. But my soul? My soul glows with the rightness of what’s about to happen.
Sitting up, I pull my shirt over my head. My body isn’t a temple or anything, but it looks all right. Doesn’t hurt that I’m a jack-of-all-trades and busting my ass all day either.
She looks at me appreciatively, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. My cockthrobs.He may never know what those lips and that tongue can do, and that may be a cross I have to bear for the rest of my life.
Marlee’s gaze isn’t innocent—she likes what she sees, but there’s something akin to nervousness there too. Hell, I’m definitely fucking nervous, but I’m also all in. I won’t break my promise even if she breaks my heart when she leaves.
I ease off the bed and slowly unbuckle my belt. Elbows propping her up and her eyes glued to my waist, she seems fascinated with me, and I smile. Pulling the belt from my jeans, I let it drop to the ground with a thud.
She swallows.
“You’re sure?” I can’t hide the huskiness in my voice.
Marlee nods.
My thumb pops the button and then I ease the zipper down. Her breathing is shallow and fast as I finally shuck my jeans. I stand there for a moment in my boxer briefs to let her have a look at me—at my desire for her. My cock is so swollen, the lack of denim did nothing to ease the ache.
The mattress dips under my weight as I place one knee between her legs and one on the outside. I capture her lips in a sweet kiss before trailing mine across her jaw and down her neck.
“Oh God, Waylon.”
Her body arches into me, and I inhale her sweet scent as I lick down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Goosebumps erupt as I push my hands up the flat of her belly and pull her shirt over her head.
“You are so damn beautiful.”
She blushes, but my eyes are locked on her tits as I pop the clasp on her bra. Part of me wants to draw this out, but the other feels like if I don’t hurry, she’ll disappear right before my eyes.
This feels forbidden.
“What is that look for?” She shimmies against the quilt, and her tits sway.
“These,”—leaning down, I squeeze them together and then pull one nipple into my mouth before looking up at her and mumbling— “are perfect.”
She gasps as her hand grips my hair. She pulls harder the longer I lick, suck, and knead her. I could literally stay here all day listening to her whimper while she writhes beneath me.
“OhGod.I need…I need…”
“I know.”
Slowly, I continue my descent. Her breathing is ragged, and she’s already so flushed with lust and anticipation that I know mirrors my own.
I don’t wait.
Roughly, I pull her jeans and panties down her legs and let them drop to the floor. My gaze meets hers, and she looks so sure—like this is exactly where she wants to be.
