Serenity Falls(41)
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” I whisper as I push his boxer briefs down over the hard flexed muscles in his ass.
Wes lifts up and shoves them down the rest of the way, kicking them off. Not wanting to look like a woman who’s never had sex before, I clench my jaw together to keep my mouth from falling open when his erection springs free. His cock is one that porn stars are known for. My eyes fixate on him and his hands as he rolls the condom on.
He looks back at me, and our eyes meet as he slowly climbs back over me and nestles between my legs. Wes’ lips brush against mine as he leans down, taking command of my mouth. It’s not hurried. It’s sweet and passionate. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had, yet it holds so much conviction. Conviction that he really is making this all about me, my needs and wants. My legs fall further apart, allowing him more access. With one hand, he lifts my leg and hitches it around his hip. “Look at me,” he whispers around our kissing. His cobalt blue ones meet mine. We stay like that for a few short seconds when he begins to push into me and my breath catches from the pressure. “Damn, Baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits through clenched teeth. Barely inside me, he stills, and I want to scream and ask him why he stopped. “You’re not a—”
I give a slight shake of my head to indicate that I’m not. “No. I’ve only been with one person. And that was only once.” I guess this is something we should have talked about beforehand, but I’m really not that interested in knowing how many women have had Wes before me. As his shoulders drop, I can tell he feels relieved. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it is. It just means I’m the luckiest bastard in the world right now. And just so you know, not tonight, but eventually, I’m going to bend you and break you and mold you in so many ways that you will not be able to tell where I begin and you end.” Wes thrusts forward as he fills me to the hilt, and I gasp from the intrusion. “But tonight, we’re going to do this nice and slow.”
The smell of bacon, gravy, and eggs wafts throughout the kitchen as Wes and I sit at the dining room table while waiting for the rest of the volunteers to show up. It’s nice being here next to him. Just the two of us. His thumb gently caresses my thigh under the table, and I think back to this past weekend. Friday night with Wes had been beyond amazing. I had never felt more adored in my whole life. He not only told me, but also showed me how beautiful he thought I was. He made sweet, slow, passionate, love to me. I can still feel his hands clutching my hip as he pushed slowly into me time and time again, savoring the feel of me. The way he gripped my upper thigh and guided my leg up over his hip. The strength he possessed while he held our hands above my head, tightly woven together. My body recalls the way his tongue and lips traced patterns up my stomach, toward my breasts, along the slope of my neck, and finally found my lips. It’s as if he was memorizing every shallow breath, gasp, and moan that I made as he did it. Just thinking about it sends an ache to my core and a smile to my lips. It was perfect.
Saturday and Sunday consisted of lots of running around to different stores to stock up and prepare for the kids to arrive at the ranch. While I was with Mrs. Sandy, Wes was with Brantley and Mr. Will, working on the ranch and with the horses. It seems like I had only seen Wes in passing. Jackie called Friday night while Wes and I were out to say she couldn’t make it until Sunday. Of course, we found this out on Saturday, and I’ve never seen Wes look so relieved.
On Sunday, the volunteers slowly started trickling in. Jackie showed up while Mrs. Sandy and I were unloading the stuff we had bought from Sam’s Club. As soon as she saw me, she squealed with excitement and dropped all of her luggage to help us. I had come back out of the house to get the last of the stuff when Liam and Sarah pulled up in Liam’s older model, dark blue, International Harvester Scout II with the top off. At that moment, the excitement of the next two weeks ahead of us actually started to sink in. It was all coming together, and people whom I loved like family were finally back in my life again. When I’d met them both last summer, we just clicked. Our personalities meshed well, and although Sarah and Liam are both older than I am, all three of us are college students.
As I sip my coffee, Mrs. Sandy says from the kitchen, “Kenleigh, dear, would you mind helping me get all the plates and stuff together for everyone else? They should be here soon, or at least they better be, especially since I told everybody to be here at six sharp.”
I’ve never seen Mrs. Sandy nervous before. I know this year that the group of kids we have coming in is larger than last year, but it’s only by five or ten more. Pots and pans bang on the stovetop while plates and silverware clink against each other in the sink.