by Brynn Hale
“You can wear my boxers.”
The way she looks up at me with those big blue eyes makes my cock hard. I drop my head to hers, allowing our lips to meet lightly, but she won’t have soft and sweet. The woman is pressure and lava, and she’s ready to explode. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close, smashing our bodies together. My cock slides up and down her belly, and her slick soft stomach yields to the pressure.
She throws her head back. “Touch me, please, Boone.”
I use my willpower to step back. I grab the soap and lather my hands. I start at her delicate collarbones and massage the suds over her body. I cradle a breast, watching the nipple pebble to a dark pink peak. I guide her under the water and watch the suds roll down her body. They create white rivers of bubbles that pop on their way to the natural stone floor.
After the soap disappears, my lips have to be on that delicious mound. I drop my head and lick the peak, enjoying her deep, tortured moan. I suck the tip into my lips and as her legs weaken, I wrap my other arm around her waist.
“I’ll hold you up.”
“God, don’t stop. For the love of god…”
A long chuckle rumbles from my chest. “That’s my girl.”
When I return to suckle the other breast, she grabs my cock and I have to take a couple seconds to stop my body from betraying me. Her pleasure will come before mine.
Always.
I continue my attention on her body while sliding the hand not holding her up down her stomach through her nice bushy patch and slip two fingers between her pussy lips. She’s warm, slick, puffy, and my fingers long to dive in deep, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Sweetheart, you’re a virgin?” I ask to confirm what I believe is true.
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure?”
“I want you, Boone. I want you so bad that I couldn’t help myself to come in here and see your beautiful body.” Her hand slides over the scar on my face. “Your beautiful soul.”
And that’s all I need to hear. I shut off the water. She stands there with surprise on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to make you mine standing up in a shower. I’m going to worship you in the bed.”
She shivers and I know it’s not just because of the cool air.
Daisy
I didn’t want him to stop, but he was right. I wasn’t sure he could lift me, anyway. I step out and he grabs a fluffy gray towel and starts to pat my skin dry.
“Do you need lotion?” he asks.
I smile and reach out to untangle his long beard. I love how the strands crinkle into tiny lightning bolts. “Do you have lotion?”
He searches and comes up with a travel size that he no doubt got at a hotel.
“You traveled?” I asked.
“I visited a friend in Kentucky this summer. Stayed at a hotel, thought that maybe someone someday might use it.”
I open the bottle and sniff. “It smells like wildflowers.”
“Like daisies?”
I nod. “I think so.”
I let him watch as I lotion every surface I can reach and the ones I can’t he does for me.
His warm hands cross my upper back and then lower and lower until he’s clasping my ass. I’m amazed how sexual it is and whimper when he cups my butt cheeks, his fingers brushing my pussy lips from the back.
His hand slips into mine and he walks backwards. “My bed isn’t super comfy, but it’ll work. I’ll get a better mattress this week.” His concern isn’t warranted. I’d want him on a marble slab.
He stops and his hand caresses my cheek. “I don’t have a condom.”
I bite my lip. “You’re clean?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve never been with anyone, either.”
My eyes widen. “How is that possible? Look at you! You’re…gorgeous.”
“It just never happened for lots of reasons. Until you.”
My legs feel like one of those inflatable tube men. Until me.
“Are you okay with me going without or you want to just mess around in other ways?”
I take a moment to think. I’m not afraid of pregnancy. This man’s babies would be beautiful. And in his eyes, I see the honesty of his stare.
“No, I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel our bodies connected. I trust you.”
I really do. I feel a connection with Boone that I haven’t ever felt before.
He doesn’t waste time. His large hands slip under my ass and he lifts me.
Into the air! Like I weigh nothing.
I squeal, a little apprehension and a lot of excitement, at his success. He lays me on the bed, my wet hair curling into tight spirals that I normally straighten.
“I want you to wear your hair curly. Don’t fight nature, baby.”
I nod. “Okay.”
The comforter slips against my bare skin. I slide back a little and Boone just stares at me.
“You’re a goddess.”
The sear of embarrassment rolls over me and I reach for the comforter to cover myself.
“Daisy, you’re perfect. Look at me.” His voice gets gruff and I bring my gaze back to him. “You. Are. Perfect.”
His wide chest presses into mine as he lowers onto me. I can’t believe I’m the first woman to be in his bed. My body responds, slickening between my legs.
“We’ll take it slow, sweetheart.”
“I don’t care how you do it, Boone, just take me.”
And that’s exactly what I want. I want to be his. To be taken and live bigger than I ever have.
He moves off me. He trails his fingers down my stomach, searching for the part of me that’s dripping and boiling. His large fingers separate the lips and I moan as one finger evades the tissues that have never been touched. I reach down and rock my hand up and down his cock. His chest rises quickly, his eyes clamp closed. I love that I’m affecting him. His cock swells in my hand and I can’t wait to watch him go off someday. I can imagine the sight of his seed glistening on his stomach. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel him.
His lips meet mine and he quickly invades my mouth with his tongue. I meet his urgency, releasing his cock to clasp his head as his tongue dances a fast tango with mine.
Boone breaks the kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
He turns down the lights and lights five candles on the mantle and builds a small fire in the fireplace.
The large room glows and his shadow covers me before he’s close to the bed. But I don’t feel scared. I feel appreciated and like we’re both ready for this.
I slip a hand between my legs, teasing my clit and slipping a finger in my pussy.
He stops in his tracks. “Fuck, that’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I thought I was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.”
He folds one arm over his chest and uses the other to comb his long beard and just watches. “You touching yourself is a very close second.”
“Good save…” I shake my head at him.
He puts his hands on either side of my hips. “Let’s see if you’re as tasty as I first thought you might be when I saw you.”
I giggle. But soon I see where his head is going. I suck in a breath when his tongue flicks at my clit.
“Again…” I grab his hair, almost directing him with my grip.
Boone flicks my clit once, twice.
He’s got me so worked up that I’m close. So. Close.
“Suck it. Suck my clit.”
He’s a good listener and as soon as he latches on, he slips his finger inside of me and I’m off like a rocket. My body releases blast after blast, wave after wave of pulsing nature. He intensifies his attention and the rolling, searing continues through my body.
Soon I’m coming down and I release my grip on his hair. “Wow.”
He balances over me. “I agree, wow.”
Our bodies line up. I can feel my shoulders tensing and I take a deep brea
th.
“Baby, look at me.” I look up as he separates my folds with what I can only compare to a small log he just threw on the fire. “Slowly.”
“Slowly,” I say with a deep swallow.
He pushes forward and I gasp at the pressure, but there’s little pain. It’s filling. It’s hard. It’s slick.
He grunts and a tiny beads of sweat gather on his brow. “Damn, woman. So… tight.”
I lift my hips to meet his and suck in a quick breath when he bottoms out. Filling me until I feel like I’ll burst.
He waits for me to get used to his size and then he retreats slowly and then slips back inside.
“God, you feel good around me, woman.”
“Better than your fist?” I ask.
He smiles and I swear his scar disappears. “Fuck it, I’m never letting you out of this bed.”
I wrap one leg around his solid thighs, near his tight ass. “Bring it home, Boone.”
“You ready?”
I reach between us and start to rub my clit while meeting his thrusts. My body is on fire. My pussy tightens and Boone’s eyes clamp closed.
“That’s it. Come on that cock. Come hard for me, Daisy.”
And before I know what’s happening, I’m screaming his name while he thrusts faster and faster. My body detonates like dry TNT, unexpectedly. His lips slam to mine and I kiss him through the pure energy.
“I’m ready, baby…” He grunts and his body stiffens and I can feel the his hot seed coating my insides. “To make you mine, forever.”
Forever?
Boone
My whole body feels like rockets have gone off inside of me, blasting me into the atmosphere and beyond. Masturbating is never like this. This is different. This is… fucking and fucking amazing.
I roll off of her and kiss her cheek. I draw her close and slip our bodies under the covers. I wait for our breathing to calm and then brush the hair from her face and gaze into her eyes.
“I’ve dreamed of you for so many years.” I hope my honesty penetrates into her.
“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise me.” The words aren’t a question. They’re firmly a statement.
“I promise.”
I squeeze her tight. I’m not alone. I have Daisy now.
A ray of sun slips through the curtains in the morning. I stretch, but when I reach out, no one is in the bed. I sit up quickly, my head spinning.
My eyes search the room and find my forest nymph in the kitchen, leaning over and drawing something out of the oven wearing one of my flannel shirts and a pair of my boxer briefs.
“Now, that’s a sight to wake up to.”
She giggles and as soon as she closes the oven she looks back over her shoulder and shakes her half-covered ass at me.
“Biscuits and gravy are ready for you, sir.”
My mouth drops open and I don’t fucking care how ridiculous I look. I jump out of bed, naked as the day is fresh and jog to the kitchen. My cock swings and her eyes drop to admire the view.
I glance over her shoulder and kiss her cheek. “Biscuits? You know how to make biscuits?”
“Yeah. Not like it’s that hard—flour, sugar, pinch of salt, a little baking powder, butter, a fresh egg, and a dash of milk.” She carefully lifts the perfectly round disks onto a plate. “The real trick is that the butter has to be super cold and it has to stay cold.”
“And you made sausage gravy?” I lift the spoon and the thick white gravy rolls off, chunks floating like meaty islands.
She lifts her shoulders coyly. “What can I say? I didn’t get this ass by eating celery.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her. “This is amazing. I… I can’t tell you what this means to me. But can you eat it?”
“Not really. I scrambled up some eggs and threw a little cheese on them. I can eat that.”
I pull on a pair of boxer briefs and the granite bar catches my eye. I go to the closet and reach in. I carry a second stool to her. “I never thought I’d need this, but I’m happy I do.” I kiss her cheek.
Daisy sits, putting two cups of coffee in front of our plates, and starts eating her eggs. “Fresh eggs are the best.”
I fill my plate with some of everything and an extra biscuit on the side, finding the blackberry jam I made this summer in the fridge.
She takes a drink of her coffee. “You looked so peaceful this morning, I decided not to wake you.”
“Thanks for that. I’m usually up before the sun, but since today’s Christmas Eve and I have the day off, I turned off my morning alarm. I guess you wore me out last night.” I look around and don’t see my phone. “Speaking of…” I search the couch and then remember I took it into the bathroom last night. I grab it off the counter and return. I hit the button and it lights up.
911: Sheriff Vacanti will be out early this afternoon to collect Ms. Parker.
My heart stops, pain radiating outward. I slide the phone across the granite for her to see.
“Oh.” She does that thing where she pulls her lips in and I lean over and place my lips to hers to stop it. It’s not annoying. I don’t like the thought of her lips being mistreated like that.
I take my first bite of breakfast and salty flavors rush me. “Damn, this is good.” I was a starving man. Until her.
I set my fork down and take a drink of coffee. “Obviously, I’m not going to stop you from leaving. But I want you to know that I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you to stay.”
“But my life is back in Helena. I teach at the university. I have friends and…” She stares at her eggs. “Maybe we could do the weekend thing for a while and see where… it goes?”
I can’t answer that. It’s not what I want. I want it all. There is no “or” to that statement.
We eat in silence. The truth that we’re meant for each other might not be enough to keep her here.
She pulls her camera from her backpack. “Can I show you something?”
“Sure.” I put the last forkful of biscuits and gravy into my mouth, wondering if I can get another plateful quickly.
She cycles through a few pictures of animals and I look over her shoulder, admiring the view. I can see down her shirt, but the photographs are eye-catching, too.
“I like that one.” It’s a picture of a chipmunk. I wrap an arm around her, drawing her near. “What’s in his hands?” I squint to see.
“Oh, I brought some sunflower seeds. That’s partially why my bag is so heavy. I leave them in piles all over for when the snows melts and the animals can find them. It’s my gift to them for letting me take their picture.”
As much as I’m a naturalist and live off the land, I also respect the animals, only taking what I need and treating the rest with regard for its place in life. And this touches me.
“Okay, this is what I wanted you to see!” She’s so excited that I chuckle.
She turns the camera screen toward me. My jaw tightens.
“Look at you… so peaceful.”
My chest folds in. For a moment I hope I’m looking at another person. But it’s me.
“I told you not to take any pictures of me.” I stand and move away from her.
“But it’s just a picture.”
“And now that you’re leaving, you’ll take that back and make fun of me with your friends/ The monster you met in the woods.” I motion to my face. “The guy you took pity on.”
“No!” She slips off the stool. “I… I thought you looked handsome, so I took—”
“You promised me.” So many things.
“But I just—”
“Couldn’t help yourself?” I run a hand through my hair. “Yes, you could. You didn’t have to take a picture. You didn’t have to do what I asked you not to. You could’ve respected my space and me.” I beat my chest. “Me.”
She pulls her lips inward and I stare at them. I want to cross the room and help her untangle them, but she’s stolen a part of me in that machine. Wh
en I’m gone, I don’t want any evidence that this was how I looked. A beast of a man.
“But I think you’re beautiful.”
“It doesn’t matter what you think now. Delete the pictures. Now!”
She jumps and reaches for the camera and a few clicks hit the air. “I deleted them.”
“You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
I yank on clothes. “I have things to do outside. Just close the door after the sheriff comes to get you.” I have to get away from her. Saying goodbye will be too hard.
“Boone, are you just going to leave me?”
“No, Daisy, I’ll still be here. You’re the one who’s leaving.”
Daisy
He walks out the door, wearing a different coat. One that I imagine isn’t quite as warm as the one I ruined. I’ve come into this man’s life and messed up his happiness.
The snow has stopped, but the blowing wind is what’s really causing issues now.
I get dressed, wearing the pants I wore the day before, but borrowing one of his t-shirts to wear under my sweater.
I want to walk out and find him, but I know he needs time. Time to see what we had was special. But it wasn’t… meant to be. I care for him, but how can you love someone you’ve known for twenty-four hours? That doesn’t make any sense. I’m safer this way.
I pace the room. There are signs of him everywhere. An extra pair of winter boots. A flannel hanging on the outside of his wardrobe, I smell the fabric and it’s all him. A book spread open and flipped over on the coffee table. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. My heart pounds or hurts, I’m not sure I know. I’ve never felt this way.
Haven’t I always played it safe? I started working at the college after a friend got me the job and I’ve just stayed there when I know there’s nothing else for me there. When I started the book, I took it slow and now I’m afraid I’ve lost momentum, passion. When I walked out into the wilderness and got lost, I was scared, but I was found.
By Boone.
And then I went and did the one thing he asked me not to. I should’ve respected his wishes. It’s a part of a reverent relationship. And I should’ve known that his scars run deeper than his face. It’s not all about the outside, it’s about the pain he feels inside and of the losses he’s endured. Loss of his parents. Loss of his life before me. Loss of…me.
