“Slow down,” I instructed. “I want to look at you.”
She minded. And I continued to take off my clothes.
“I’m on birth control, but I have condoms too if you prefer,” she said and pointed to the box labeled “bedroom.”
“Eager, are we?” I said, mostly just trying to get a rise out of her.
“I just got out of college...what did you expect?” I smiled. Good girl. Knowing she was prepared made me proud of her.
She slowly slid her lacy dress off and revealed an even lacier strapless bra and matching panties set. I kneeled in between her legs and scooped her up on the bed. As much as I wanted her to be mine, we were going to take this slow for at least a few minutes. I nibbled at her neck, wanting to bite and bite hard, but not wanting her to show up to her first day of work with hickeys all over her.
Her hair pulled back gave me something to hold on to and I enjoyed tugging and pulling her face back so I had full access to her neck. The moans that came from her told me she approved without saying so, too. I sat her up in bed and reached behind her to unclasp the lacy bra. Her soaking wet panties were my next obstacle, and they were around her ankles before she could so much as protest. I kissed her skinned knees as I made my way back up her body.
She reached down and pulled my boxer briefs to my knees, freeing my dick in all his glory. The sight on her face almost made me blush, but I had to get to business before she made me burst. I took my time at first, not knowing how much she could handle. I eased my way in, and she started making pleasure faces almost immediately.
That didn’t help my concentration.
Her little moans escaped her lips and she gyrated her hips, pulling me deeper and deeper inside. Her eyes were locked closed as we fucked, and I knew she was feeling everything she could possibly feel and enjoying every sensation. I sat up on my knees to get a good look at her and pulled her chin down with my thumb, opening her mouth a little. Two of my fingers slipped inside and she bit down, swirling her tongue around them, tasting my skin.
“Look at me,” I said, bringing her back to reality. “I want to see those eyes.” They were the lightest I had seen them, and I knew it was because her eyes changed color with her mood. She obliged and continued to suck on my fingers that were trapped by her mouth. I thrust into her harder. And she moaned louder and louder until she came.
She freed my hand from her mouth, and I put my hand behind her head, pulling her face toward mine. I wanted to see her eyes while she was in so much pleasure. Pulling her into me intensified her orgasm, pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” she said, breathing hard.
“It’s about to be even more amazing,” I insisted and pulled out of her, dropping my face in between her legs. I sucked on her clit and put the two fingers she had been sucking on inside her, quickly locating her G-spot. It didn’t take but a few more seconds for her to come again. I did not let up though, even when she got a little crazy. Gently pushing down on her stomach, I held her where I wanted her. Her moans were no longer soft. And I don’t think either of us cared if the neighbors heard.
When her second orgasm subsided, I fucked her harder, willing her to come once more...this time with me. And we did. We climaxed together and it was everything I had hoped it would be and then some. She laid in my arms for a few minutes before either of us said anything, and then I finally broke the silence.
“You okay, Cutie?”
She sighed a sweet little sigh. “I was just contemplating whether or not there has been another moment in my life when I have ever been more okay.”
Aggie got up and went to the bathroom.
“Come back and lay with me when you’re done. I want to cuddle that naked body of yours.” I saw her scurry downstairs before she came back into the bedroom. She was carrying our shaved ice and one spoon.
It was then I knew just how fucked we were together.
Chapter Nineteen
Aggie
This time I fed Drake a spoonful of the bourbon cherry slush and kissed him before he had a chance to swallow it all.
“Have I told you yet that I’m glad I met you? Even if I did face-plant because you distracted me on my run?”
"I distracted you?" he said and sat up in bed. "You tripped!"
“I did trip. Because I was too worried about looking at the sexy guy in the red truck.”
“No, girl, are you kidding?”
“Are you blushing, Mr. Butcher?”
“Maybe a little flattered...feeling more responsible than anything. I’m sorry, Cutie,” he said.
“Best accident ever,” I said and shrugged my shoulders. “And I have a nice battle scar to use to make up good stories, too!”
“I like you, even if I make you silly,” he said and asked for another bite.
“Will you stay tonight?” I asked, not knowing what his plans or expectations were.
“I better not tonight,” he said, and I’ll admit it made me a little sad.
"You'll find out real quick that word travels fast around this town. If people see my truck here overnight, they'll think all sorts of things. And you haven't even started your job yet."
“I get it. I’m just enjoying this,” I told him.
“Me too, and I didn’t say I was leaving right now...”
We laid together in my bed and talked for a couple of hours before he saw himself out of my apartment. I finished off the melted slush and set my alarm on my phone, so I'd be ready to go to his place early to swim.
If my body had anything to do with it, my brain was preparing some good dreams.
THE NEXT MORNING, I got up and showered, then put some leave-in conditioner in my hair and tossed it up in a messy bun. I went ahead and put my one-piece swimsuit on that I used for exercise. It was too hard swimming laps in a bikini, but I tossed it in my bag for later in the day. I planned to swim off a little energy when I got to Drake's and then change and lounge with him for the rest of the day. I knew he had some barbecuing planned too and I looked forward to that.
Before he left my apartment the night before, he put his address into my phone so it would be easy to find. The little drive into what felt like “the country” was quiet and quaint and not too far from my apartment. Just a little ways drive and you were out of the business district of Hazenberg.
It was not long before I happened upon the sign that read “Blackheart Farmstead” and I turned down the road to Drake's house. He told me that his grandparents bought the land when they were young and before they had children of their own. So his father was raised in the house that he and his brother visited when they were young.
With the extensive acreage, it was easy to see where his grandfather had cattle and horses at one point in time. Drake now shared the grass with another local farmer; he tended to it while Drake ran the butcher shop, and they split the price they were able to get for the hay. It was another bit of income for him.
The long drive down the gravel road and up to his driveway gave me some perspective on the residents that were typical to Hazenberg. It was nice that it was so close to a major interstate, but it felt farther off the beaten path.
I began to look forward to meeting more townsfolk and learning the history of the town. I hoped to gain the trust of the residents and prayed that my Dear Aggie column would become a success.