Forever With You (Silver State Series)

by Renae Kelleigh

  I roll toward her onto my side, mirroring her posture. The narrow space between us seems to vibrate with an invisible electric current. “Cows maybe?” I ask, my voice low. I notice her eyes flicker to my mouth, and she licks her lips.

  “Or horses,” she says quietly.

  My eyes rake over her, sliding downward from her face to her chest and that goddamn keyhole that’s been driving me wild all afternoon. The curve of her breast is visible through the opening, and it’s more than just mildly distracting.

  When I finally rip my eyes away from her boobs she’s looking at me, frozen, maybe even holding her breath. Instinctively I lean the rest of the way in, pressing my lips gently against hers in a way that feels entirely foreign only because it’s so natural – an oxymoron that confuses and intrigues me all at once. I wrap my free hand around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Tawny scoots fractionally closer so her knees are touching mine and slides her hand beneath my t-shirt until it comes to rest a few inches up my waist. I involuntarily quake from the feel of her fingers against my bare skin, and it causes the yearning buried inside me to kick up a notch. I slide my tongue between her teeth until it collides with hers and scoot even closer until our bodies are flush.

  I move my hand from the back of her neck down to her waist and slide my other arm beneath her head. Tawny rolls into me, angling her body over my right flank, and puts her hand down on the other side of my head. Her lips pull away from mine as she straightens her elbow to push up so her face is hovering several inches above mine. Her hair tumbles forward in sheets of silk that glow red in the fading light. I reach up to comb my fingers above her ear, tangling my hand in the hair at the back of her head. She closes her eyes and turns her head, leaning into my touch the same way Pumpkin might.

  The need to be much, much closer overwhelms me – I can’t not touch her. I lift my chest, leaning back on my right elbow as I move my face nearer to hers and re-capture her lips. After a moment I roll over on top of her, switching our positions. I run my hand up Tawny’s outer thigh until my fingers brush against her panties. I look down, and my breath catches when I see her dress is bunched up around her hips, revealing her lace boyshort underwear. My cock throbs as I nudge up against her covered opening, and Tawny moans into my ear, bucking against me with unrestrained lust.

  Jesus, yes, I want this.

  Tawny – 3:00 PM

  I can feel myself becoming saturated as the muscles inside me clench in response to the insistent pressure of Kyle’s erection. I dig my fingers into his back, then claw at the bottom of his t-shirt, desperate to have it off. Kyle rises up on his knees straddling my hips and yanks it off over his head; I shift beneath him, my body jerking in response to the visual stimulation of his tanned, muscled chest and stomach. I scoot out from beneath him, wriggling around while tugging at the hem of my dress until my panties are covered again. Kyle remains frozen on his knees, watching me with a mixture of neediness and puzzlement.

  I crawl backward till I’m a few feet away, then lean forward to kneel facing him. My eyes dart from his face to the closure on his pants and the strip of boxers visible above his zipper. I glance back up into his eyes and anchor him with my gaze as I slowly reach around to the side of my dress and pull down on the zipper. Once I’ve tugged it past my hip, I drop my hands and let the fabric cascade in a heap around my knees.

  The fire in Kyle’s eyes intensifies from hopeful to ravenous. He drops down on the palms of his hands and crawls toward me. My nipples harden in anticipation and my heart buffets the inside of my chest as I employ every ounce of resolve to keep from lunging at him, determined to wait in agony for him to reach me.

  Kyle seems to sense my suffering and crooks a roguish grin at me as he continues to saunter toward me on all fours. He crawls until his face is even with my belly button, then clutches my bare waist to pull himself back up to kneeling. He pauses briefly to trail the tip of his tongue over my left nipple, then moves his hands around to grab my butt and pull me toward him. I look down at my boobs pushed up against his chest until he uses his bent index finger to nudge my chin upward. He brushes his lips past my cheek and nips at my earlobe; a shiver rockets through me when he whispers, “I want you so fuckin’ bad.” He pulls back so he can look into my eyes and says, “But only if you’re ready.”

  I nod vigorously, ready to shed my virginity without so much as a backward glance. Game on.

  Kyle – 3:15 PM

  Did she just say yes? I grip Tawny’s lean upper arms as I stare into the depths of her astonishing blue eyes and try to decipher whether she’s telling the truth. Satisfied when I see only pure desire radiating from her, I wrap my arms tightly around her middle and kiss her hard on the mouth. “Wait here, okay?” I say, pulling away.

  “Okay,” she whispers. I reluctantly remove my hands from her body and rise to my feet, then jog quickly around the side of the barn to my Jeep. I glance both directions in a weak attempt at assuring we’re alone – the road is deserted. Quickly I dig in the back of my Jeep and pull out an old towel. It isn’t large, but it’ll do.

  When I trot around the back of the barn, the first thing I see is Tawny’s discarded dress in the same spot I left her – but no Tawny. My cock tics uncomfortably in my pants as it grows stiffer at the thought of her hanging around in nothing but her underwear.

  I whirl around and see her standing in one of the doorways of the derelict old barn, turned slightly away from me, completely naked except for her black lace panties. I’m mesmerized by the taut lines of her muscles, the hard rift running down the center of her back from her shoulder blades to the dimples in her lower back, and the round perfection of her ass. Fuck that’s hot. My fingers itch to reach for my camera, but something tells me that might not go over so well. Instead I remain rooted to the ground while she ambles toward me, spellbound by her slight feminine curves, her tight stomach and the bounce of her beautiful breasts.

  Once she’s covered half the distance between me and the barn, I’m stirred to action. I drop the towel at my feet and swiftly unbuckle my belt, then give the strap of leather a tug to free it from my belt loops. I kick off my shoes and hop on alternating feet to peel off my socks, then unbutton and unzip my pants and jerk them down to my ankles before stepping out of them.

  Tawny is only a breath away now. I gaze at her, and for a moment my mind spins in reverse, recalling the way she looked in high school – lanky, maybe a tad too skinny, but beautiful. Still, it’s difficult for me to reconcile that memory of her with the image before me. My vision swims as I dwell on the dreamlike quality of this moment. It dawns on me: I have been dreaming about this for so long.

  Tawny hooks her fingers in the elastic band around the top of my boxers, pulling it out away from my skin before letting it snap back against my stomach. I slide my hands up her sides until my thumbs are tucked beneath her tits, then cover them with my hands, squeezing lightly as she rubs her hands along the outside of my underwear, stroking over the length of me through the cotton. I suck in a breath when she plunges her hand inside and pulls out my dick. Shit, I can already tell I’m going to last about five seconds.

  I help her guide my boxers the rest of the way down, and suddenly I’m standing naked before her. Slowly I help Tawny with her underwear. I take a moment to admire her once she’s completely unclothed – I could tell she had the kind of body most girls would kill for when we were at my house last weekend, but that was nothing compared with the unrivalled magnificence of seeing her in broad daylight. For a moment she appears uncomfortable, but as I drink her in she seems to relax, her confidence probably bolstered by my obvious awe.

  I kneel back down before her, and she holds the sides of my face as she gazes down at me. I nudge her legs slightly apart with my hands, then grip her right hip as I sweep my thumb over her clit the way she liked it the last time. She rolls her head to her left shoulder and groans softly, then gasps when I use my fingers to spread her open and use my tongue. I lift one of her legs and
settle it over my shoulder, opening her further so I can probe deeper.

  “Oh my God, Kyle,” she moans – the breathiness of her voice spurs me to suck and lick deeper, running my tongue between her folds, savoring her sweet taste. I can feel her begin to tremble and the knee of her standing leg bends a little as she crumples in weakness; I slide one hand down the back of her smooth thigh to support her knee so she can enjoy the ride as long as possible. Meanwhile, she weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling, fisting and squeezing with a fervor that might feel painful were it not for the endorphins sailing through my system, numbing me to all but the most pleasurable of sensations.

  I can feel it when she’s close to coming. I pull back just long enough to pump two fingers inside her, and my dick leaps at the reminder of how tight she is. She cries out, and my tongue reconnects with her center to finish her off as my hand reaches down to stroke at the base of my erection.

  She shudders and thrusts into me, and my hands come up to clutch at the backs of her legs and keep her from collapsing as she rides out her release. When she’s finish she looks down at me with a half-lidded smirk; her eyes are backlit with a spark that sends a thrill charging through me. My knees are a little tender from biting into the hard ground, but it was entirely worth it to feel Tawny come apart in my hands.

  My fingers encircle her wrists, and I pull her down on the ground, adjusting myself between her legs as she kneels in front of me. I clasp my hands behind her back and whisper, “Tell me what you want.” I’m unable to keep the roughness from my voice.

  She rests her forehead against mine and says, “I’m ready, Kyle. I want to.”

  Tawny – 3:30 PM

  Kyle breathes in and out twice before he responds – it’s a moment that seems to last an eternity, when I’m racked with doubt and fear he’ll rebuff me after all. Finally he exhales – “Okay.”

  It isn’t exactly the enthusiastic reaction I was hoping for. “Do you still want me?” I ask, bracing myself for the possibility he’ll say no. He chuckles and intertwines his fingers with mine, moving my hand to wrap around the thick, solid base of him. “Does that answer your question?” he asks. The teasing edge to his voice is barely discernible through the gruffness.

  He crashes his lips against mine, and suddenly I’m swept up in another whirlwind of wanton craving and animal instinct. Kyle uses his hand to guide his shaft against my wet heat, his hips driving in and out against me as his other hand fondles my breast, then slips into my hair. He continues to explore my body with his hands, and I emulate his movements, feeling the hard lines of his arms and torso and the outward curve of his butt with the light touch of my fingers.

  A couple of minutes later Kyle breaks away only long enough to grab the towel he brought from his Jeep and fling it out onto the ground. He reaches for my hand and pulls me forward onto the rectangle of cloth, then assails me again with his lips. He puts one hand between my legs and elicits a yelp from me when he inserts one of his fingers in my opening.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he whispers. He bites softly on my lower lip, then leans back and reaches for his jeans lying a few feet away. He retrieves his wallet from the back pocket and flips it open, then fishes out a single foil-wrapped condom.

  Ohmigod, this is it. My entire body pulses with both desire and the aching realization of what I’m about to do – the finality of it. I watch Kyle rip open the packet with his teeth as if I’m in a fog or frozen in some kind of trance. It’s just sex, I remind myself, thinking fleetingly of my conversation with Harumi. It seems so long ago now…

  I watch, fascinated, as Kyle holds the latex circle to the tip of his shaft and begins to roll the condom down over it. It occurs to me I hadn’t actually seen a real penis before Kyle’s, so I don’t have much of a basis for comparison – but judging from the pictures I’ve seen in various magazines and anatomy books he seems pretty…gifted. I gulp, wondering for the first time how it will feel to fit him inside me. Will it even be possible?

  Kyle’s eyes are on me as he finishes and scoots toward me. “Are you nervous?” he asks softly.

  “No,” I answer, too quickly. I squeeze my eyes shut and recant. “Well, yes.” I clear my throat, knowing the time has come to be honest with him about my status as a virgin. I’m not really sure how this all works, but my sense is that it may be painful, and Kyle should know he may meet with some…resistance.

  “I, uh…” I look down, feeling his eyes on me, probing me.

  “Listen, Tawny, we don’t have to do this,” he says. His voice rings clear, no longer the husky murmur it was a moment ago.

  My eyes snap up to meet his. “No, I want to,” I say pleadingly, suddenly terrified he’ll back out before I’ve had a chance to explain. “It’s just, you should know I haven’t…done this before.” I catch my bottom lip between my teeth to keep it from quivering as I search his face for any sign of repugnance.

  I sigh in relief when a sexy half-smile forms slowly on his face. He brings his hand up and lays his palm against my cheek. “You’ve never had sex before?” he asks. I shake my head, and the smile fades as his brow furrows in earnestness. “Are you one hundred percent certain this is what you want?” he says. “Because it’s kind of a big deal. You need to be sure.”

  “I’m sure,” I tell him, knowing it’s true, yearning to express it in a way that will make him believe it. “I want to. Trust me.”

  Slowly he nods. “Okay,” he says, back to whispering. “Just promise you’ll tell me if you want me to stop. This may hurt.”

  “I will,” I assure him – then a thought occurs to me. “Kyle? Will it hurt you, too?”

  His same sexy grin is back, only wider this time. “No, babe. Don’t worry about me – it’s gonna feel fucking amazing.”

  My mouth twitches into a coy smile. That was all I needed to hear.

  Kyle

  Christ. My brain is a muddle of emotions – I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before. I’m fucking terrified of hurting her…but I’m also as turned on as I’ve ever been. My cock has a mind all its own – it pulses in anticipation of what will likely be the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. This is counterbalanced, though, by the need to take care of Tawny. I say a little prayer to all that’s holy I’ll be able to resist temptation and calm the fuck down so I can give her what she needs and keep myself from doing any irreparable damage, physical or otherwise.

  Tawny sits down with her legs bent in front of her, and I sink down over her, my muscles tensed as I move in slow motion. I wrap my arm around the back of her shoulders, cradling her as I lower her flat on her back. I’m planning it out in my head… I’ll be on top so Tawny doesn’t have to do the work this time. The only challenge will be stopping myself from going too fast. I’ll have to give her time to adjust to my size.

  I position myself at her entrance, poised to push inside. She holds on tightly to my neck, like she’s afraid a rift will open in the earth and swallow her whole if she lets go. “You ready?” I ask.

  “Ready,” she replies.

  I close my eyes as I exhale. 3…2…1—

  Tawny

  Oooooh no. Oh God that hurts. I hold my breath as I dig my fingernails into Kyle’s back. He pauses, then quickly slips back out. “Are you okay?” he asks breathlessly.

  I open my eyes just a crack and peer up at him. His face is masked with concern. “I’m okay,” I say, my voice shaky. “Just – keep going.”

  “Tawny—“

  “Please, Kyle. Just please try again.”

  He winces, and I curse the absurdity of the situation. If I was any other girl, we’d already be in the throes of passion by now. Suddenly I feel sorry for Kyle having to baby me like this. I grit my teeth and steel myself to endure the pain this time. I also work to relax my features so my discomfort won’t be quite so obvious.

  This time isn’t quite as bad. Kyle gets as far as he did the first time, maybe only a couple of inches, then stops again. “I’m gonna go a little deeper,
okay?” he says.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  I slide my hands to grasp his biceps; I can feel him trembling with the effort of keeping his movements controlled. He pushes in further, inch by inch. I can feel myself stretching, and God almighty it’s painful, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I lay my head back and try to concentrate on something other than the pain; I find my happy place when I think of the fact I’m having sex with Kyle Freeman. There’s simply no way this won’t end up being worth it, right? I mean, it’s like the culmination of years of fantasies and daydreams, crashing down on me in this moment.

  He eases in until he reaches my natural barrier, then stops again and pulls back slightly. He drops down on his elbows and kisses my lips, then my temple, and whispers in my ear, “I have to go a little faster now. I’ll stop as soon as I break through, give you some time to get used to it.”

  “Go ahead,” I say, sounding braver than I feel.

  Kyle

  Holy. Fuck. I can’t begin to describe the way her pussy feels, so I won’t even try. It’s like my cock has finally found its home – it’s un-fucking-believable. I’d be in Heaven if it wasn’t for Tawny clearly being in so much pain – my excitement is tempered with anxiety over what I’m doing to the poor girl.

  I rear back, preparing to deal her the most excruciating blow yet. She gazes up at me intently, obviously dead-set on surviving this one way or the other. So far she’s tolerating it like a champ.

  I take a deep breath and plunge in, pushing past the resistance and burying myself deep inside until I’m completely swallowed up by her. Tawny gasps, and I still my hips. The anguished expression on her face would’ve made me go soft a long time ago were it not for my dick’s own selfish motives.

  I watch her as she slowly re-opens her eyes. I’m surprised when a smile blooms over her flushed face, and I smile back in spite of myself.

  “You’re in,” she whispers.