out of. Her whimpers and cries filled the afternoon air, turning me on just about as much as her naked body did.
As her climax wound down, I sat up and stroked her gently with my thumb to draw it out as long as possible. With my other hand, I fished out the condom I had tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Then with ninja-like skill, I kicked off my shoes and pushed out of my denim and drawers, ripped the package open with my teeth, and slid the latex tube onto my steel erection.
The moment I had been looking forward to was about to arrive. I was going to drive into her with full force, pound her again and again as I held her trembling body to me. My own body was shaking with anticipation.
Before her orgasm had even entirely died away, I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust into her. Her eyes flew open and locked with mine and her hands snapped to my shoulders, fingernails digging into my flesh. I didn’t mind the pain they caused. The contrast just enhanced the pleasure that I was experiencing.
Her inner walls squeezed me tight and my balls tingled with my own release. I froze for a moment, trying to get my body back under control. I didn’t want this to be a one and done pump situation.
“Please,” she moaned as her hips lifted off the ground.
She was bossy, but I liked it. With determination I wasn’t sure I could back up, I gritted my teeth as I began to move in and out of her. Each time I entered her I pushed farther, harder. I fixed my eyes on her bouncing breasts as I drove into her body again and again, the sound of our flesh slapping together was the sweetest music I could imagine.
Her eyes rolled back and sweat dripped from her forehead. Her voice was dreamy as she begged, “Oh, Billy, I’m gonna come again. Please, I want to come again. With you.”
Fuck. The sound of her plaintive voice making such an erotic demand was all it took to put me over the edge. I started pounding as hard and fast as I could, and it was all I could do to hold out until her inner walls clamped around my hard shaft and she cried out in release.
At the sound, I pumped into her once more as my orgasm overtook me with a deep sense of satisfaction and connection. It was more, even, than just connection to the two of us. It was connection to this land, to the past, to the future. For the first time I could remember, I felt like I was in the perfect place at exactly the right time. I was where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, with the person I was supposed to be with.
I collapsed down on the blanket next to her and pulled her to me. Her head rested on my chest and I idly stroked her hair as we watched the sun move across the sky. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and the soft sound of the river flowing was the soundtrack to a perfect afternoon. I felt like we were floating in a perfect bubble, and I didn’t want to pop it by speaking.
Finally, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked me full in the face. I could tell by her expression she was gearing up to tell me something she thought I wouldn’t like, but I just smiled. I didn’t care. Whatever she said, I’d fight for her. I knew that now.
Whatever I had to do, however far I had to go. Didn’t matter.
“Billy, this was amazing bu—”
“What are your plans this afternoon?” I interjected when I heard the but coming.
“Um…” She brushed her hair behind her ear and I could see that her plans depended on what I was going to suggest.
Part of me knew that if I’d asked her to come back to my place and spend the day in bed, she’d pass. As much of a blow to my ego as that was, it wasn’t what I had in mind. “I was wondering if you’d help me with something.”
She perked up, tilted her head to the side. “I’m listening.”
“I don’t remember a whole lot about when my mama was alive, but I remember her writing journals. I can see her, plain as day, her long hair falling over her shoulder as