by Megan Hart
"Hold on," he breathed against her mouth. "We're going down."
"I love that saying," Daisy replied.
Sonny knelt on the battered and faded sofa along the back wall with Daisy still clinging to his hips like a strand of spaghetti on a fork. The couch, half-covered by a clean but tattered Navajo-print blanket, cushioned her back. Daisy unhooked her legs and pushed back against the wide cushions. While Sonny straightened, she swiftly tugged off her shirt and wiggled out of her skirt.
"No sense in wearing these when you're as naked as a biscuit without honey," she told him, then threw back her head and laughed when Sonny growled and dove down on top of her.
He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her throat and ears and every part in between. When he reached her breasts and took first one nipple, then the other into his lips, Daisy cried out his name.
He answered with hers, with that melted chocolate voice of his sending her pussy into delighted spasms just from the sound of it. Daisy pushed him off her, made him turn and got him on his back. She straddled his hips and rubbed his engorged cock back and forth on her moist slit and upright clit.
"I love to watch you do that," Sonny said.
Daisy stopped for a moment, surprised. "You do?"
When had Sonny started talking about love? She knew saying he loved to watch her wasn't quite the same thing as saying he loved her, but still...he'd never said anything like that before. He reached up and palmed her breasts, rolling the nipples the way he knew she adored. His hands slid down to her hips, then front to press one thumb against her button.
"I love to watch you do everything, Daisy Cooper. I love to watch you eat, I love to watch you drink. I love to watch you walk into my diner with the whole world turning its head to see you pass. But you want to know what I love the best of all?"
She swallowed again and fought to find a voice to answer. The words that came from her throat were pitched low and sultry, hoarse and sexy. She didn't try it, that's just how she sounded when she talked to Sonny. "What's that, Sonny?"
His hand moved again on her clit, rubbing the moisture from her slit upward onto her love button and getting it nice and hot. "I love to watch you come, Daisy."
She sighed and shuddered as another ripple of orgasm began to build inside her. "Ah, Sonny, yes..."
"Turn around," he told her.
Nearly blind with passion, she did as he said. Now her mouth hovered tantalizingly close to his wonderful prick. She felt the puff of warm breath on her pussy, and she tensed, waiting for the touch of his tongue. She quaked and quivered when she felt it, and sank down with her cheek on his belly, her elbows on the soft couch, while he licked and sucked her clit and pussy.
After a moment, she broke out of the haze of desire his mouth was giving her, and she took him between her lips. His penis bucked inside her mouth and sent a slippery, salty drip of pre-come to tickle her tongue. The taste of it sent another shudder through her, echoed in the way her pussy contracted around the finger Sonny had managed to slip inside her.
Daisy fucked Sonny's cock with her mouth while he fucked her with his finger. In. Out. He added a sinfully erotic twist she echoed with her mouth, and when he groaned out loud, she did, too.
Up. Down. She cupped his balls with her hand and stroked him while she sucked. His hips moved, and so did hers, each in time with the other, moving up and down, in, out, around and around, until at last she felt him begin to swell in her mouth and knew he was going to come.
She was, too, an incredible, amazing orgasm that rocked her body from heels to hair. It flooded through her, and she took him all the way in as far as she could while he cried her name over and over and kissed her pussy as it spasmed.
The force of their mingled passion landed them on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Daisy pushed herself up and unwrapped her body from Sonny's. She snuggled back close to him, her head on his shoulder, while he stroked her hair away from her face.
The question rose to her lips and she bit it back, not wanting to ruin a good thing. She'd been coming--no pun intended--to Sonny's Come and Go Diner for about a year now. It was always the same. He sent the other staff home early on the nights he knew her route took her past here, and he turned on the sign when he saw her rig heading down the off ramp.
On the few occasions she'd arrived to find the diner full of other truckers, she and Sonny had shared steamy glances and flirtatious talk that had made the next time they had sex that much more spectacular. They'd laughed together lots of times. She'd even slept with him once, the whole night through, and woke the next morning to slip out before the morning crew came in.
Nearly a full year of amazing sex and good companionship, too. Sonny Dean was a good-looking man, decent and kind, and he made a mean apple pie. He'd put his heart and soul into this little back-roads diner...but Daisy was afraid to ask if he was offering to put his heart and soul into her.
"Daisy?"
She pretended a sleepy murmur, though the way he said her name sent her heart leaping like bread from a haywire toaster. Sonny stroked her hair again, then held her close. His lips brushed her temple. "Daisy, I meant all that stuff I said earlier."
She was afraid to look at him. Afraid to look into those dark, compelling eyes and see the proof of what his chocolate voice was promising. She snuggled closer, eyes shut tight, not wanting to lose this. To lose him.
"Daisy?"
"Sonny..." She faltered, then gathered her courage and looked into his eyes. "Sonny. You don't have to--"
"Daisy, every couple of weeks, you strut in here and turn my world upside down. Every time that bell over the door rings, I look up, hoping it's you and hating whoever it is that has the bad luck to be someone else instead. When you're not here, the milkshakes all taste sour and the fries are soggy. Without you, I'm like apple pie without the vanilla ice cream. Just not worth having."
Daisy reached up to push his dark hair away from his forehead. Her hand lingered on his cheek, then came down to trail her fingers across his lips, still glistening from the loving he'd given her.
"I'm on the road a lot," she told him. "Long weeks away from home."
"I know that." He kissed her palm. "I think what I'm asking you, Daisy, is that...well, if you might just consider...that maybe you might...aw, hell, Daisy. I want to know if there's a chance for me to be more to you than just an occasional fuck. I want to know if I could be more to you than just a come and go, Daisy."
Although she didn't know how she was going to answer until she actually did, the words that tumbled out of her lips had never sounded more right. "You already are, Sonny. You're the light at the end of a long, hard haul." She kissed him lightly on the nose, then the chin and finally, the mouth. "You know what else? I already came, but this time, I think I'd like to stay."
What that meant for her career and her life on the road, Daisy couldn't rightly say. And she couldn't say she cared in the least. At that moment, nothing else much mattered. She was in Sonny's arms, tucked up in there like a sausage in a pancake, and there wasn't any other place on Earth she'd rather be.
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I was born and then I lived a while and I did some stuff. Then I did some things and whatnot. Now, I mostly write books.
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