Cherished: The Mountain Man's Babies(5)

She pulls back, meeting my gaze with a sure nod. "When you kissed me when we were fourteen, my body woke up to you... it has never gone back to sleep."

My cock twitches, damn those words are sweet and forbidden and luscious and ours. "All this time you wanted me pressed against you?"

She shakes her head ever so softly. "No, I wanted you pressed inside of me."

"Oh, love," I groan, wanting to strip her here and now, take her under our oak tree, and in the shallow creek, I want to kiss her breasts, see them in all their glory, trace our love on her skin and fill her up and make her whole.

"We've waited long enough," she tells me, unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to ask for your forgiveness, for making you wait so long. I want my body to be an offering, to you." Her blouse drops from her shoulders, revealing creamy skin and a simple white bra covering her breasts.

"Don't say things like that, you have nothing to apologize for. This life of ours, it isn't normal. It's fucked us up in ways we might never understand."

"I've hurt you, though, and I'm sorry." She reaches back and unclasps her bra. She drops it next to her blouse. Her tits are full and big, made for loving. "And I know we can't go back in time, but I can give you what I've always wanted you to have. All of me. So, take it. Take me now."

It's all I need to hear. I've been saving my body for her because it's always been about her. And now I will give her what we both so badly want.

I run my hands over her breasts, two big luscious globes that get me all bothered under the hot sun and blue sky. My cock grows thick as my fingers run over her beautiful nipples, hard under my fingertips. I have dreamt of this moment for most of my life: her in my arms, offering herself to me. It's more than I can goddamn take.

Growling, I tear off my t-shirt, take her blouse, and lay them together on the leafy ground for a makeshift blanket. The soil is soft, and I need her on her back. I need to see all of her at once, then I'll pull her to me and worship her body like the gift it is.

She licks her lips, sitting on this tree trunk, without her top on, and with the covering of the trees, and the burbling creek, it's as if we're protected from the rest of the world in this wooded oasis of our own making.

"I haven't seen you without a shirt since you became... became..." She licks her lips again.

I step toward her, her knees parting, and I stand between them, looking down at this woman I've known for forever. "Became what, Abigail?"

She hooks her thumbs through the belt loops on my blue jeans, her chest heaving in anticipation. "Since you became a man."

She looks up at me then gingerly reaches up, touches my abs, running her hands over the ladder of muscles. I've worked outside for years, staying here so I could make sure she was safe, and all that work has put my body in peak condition. I'm glad she likes what she sees because I goddamn love my view of her.

"Your body is a piece of artwork," she says, biting the corner of her lip in disbelief.

"No, you are the piece of art. I want to see all of you."

She nods but doesn't make a move to stand and take off her skirt. Instead, she unbuttons my jeans, tugs them down, and my cock is begging to be released. Her warm hands are so close to my thick manhood, and it’s throbbing with desire, having waited so damn long for this moment. I've released myself over the years thinking of her creamy skin, of her curvy body atop mine, her pussy filled with my length. I've imagined it, gotten off to it—but this is no daydream. No fantasy. No, this is real.

She pushes down my boxers, and when she does, her chest heaves, her mouth parts, her lips are licked, her eyes flutter.

"James, you are so..."

"You can't keep holding back your thoughts, love. What happened to the girl who could tell me anything? Who knew her secrets were safe with me?"

She opens her eyes wide, swallows. "I'm still here."

I run my finger over her soft cheekbone, lifting her chin. "Tell me what you see."

"I see your cock, so big, so hard." Her face flushes at the dirty words, words that I'm guessing she's never uttered, words I'm surprised she even knows. But before the church went fundamental, we'd go to the mall, watch movies, read books. She may have been sheltered, but even as teenagers, we still had access to the outside world.

"And do you like what you see?" I ask.

She sighs, her shoulder relaxing. "James, I love what I see."

"What does it do to you, when you see my big cock, nice and hard for you?"

"It makes me wet... down there." She lowers her gaze, and I know she's talking about her sweet pussy.

"How wet?" I ask, inching my cock closer to her. I stroke myself and my long cock gets harder still.