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  “Kind of sounds like what you are trying to avoid.” I raise my eyebrows and grin.

  She sits up quickly and looks more pissed off than I thought she would. Crap. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “Stacey, I didn’t mean anything by it. You said all you used to do was work, but now you are taking time for yourself. Maybe that’s something you need to do more often. That’s all I meant,” I say hoping I didn’t just fuck up our night.

  She blows out a breath and leans back again. “No, you’re right. Damn it, I never saw it like that, but that’s exactly what I was becoming, my parents’.” She jets out her lower lip and says, “Don’t let me become my parents’.”

  We both chuckle and I climb on top of her, laying her onto her back. I kiss her lips, nipping on her bottom one. “You don’t need me for that, you were doing it anyway.”

  Cupping my face in her hands, she smiles at me. “Is it weird to say that I feel this connection to you?”

  “Thank fuck it’s not just me,” I say before crashing my lips to her. She runs her hands down my back, such a simple touch, but it makes me want to slam into her. I slowly drag my hand down her chest letting it lightly skim her tit.

  She bucks her hips and breaks the kiss. “Oh God, Ryan,” she moans cocking her head back giving me access to her neck. I kiss down her neck, nipping every so often. I suck on the spot where shoulder connects and she digs her nails into my back, letting me know she loves what I’m doing to her. I kiss a path down her heaving chest to the valley of her breasts and seeing the tops of ample tits spilling out of her dress is too much.

  I pull away and sit back on my heels, running my hands through my hair. “Stacey, if I keep going we will end up fucking right here on this blanket.”

  She snaps her head up to look at me and the lust I see in her eyes makes my already hard cock harder. “Ryan, it’s been longer than I can remember since someone has made me feel like this. Please don’t stop.” Embarrassment reddens her cheeks before she covers her face with her hands.

  Oh fuck, she is killing me. I lay on top of her and link her hands in mine. “As badly as I want you right now, the sun is shining and we aren’t exactly secluded here,” I say looking around. “If you want to go back to my place or your place, I have no problem with it.”

  “Let’s eat first and see how the rest of the night goes. Is that alright?” she suggests, pressing her hands against my chest as she leans forward to sit up.

  “Anything you want is alright.”

  We eat in silence, and I look around the field thinking back. “Stacey?” She turns to look at me trying to force a smile. “If you were any other girl, I wouldn’t have thought twice about fucking you in this field, shit I’ve done it countless times.” I take a deep breath, and she looks at me confused.

  “Thanks?”

  “Let me finish. There is something about you, Stacey, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want to just sleep with you, I want something more. I know it sounds ridiculous, because everyone should want that before they sleep together, but I never have.” I run my hands through my hair and groan. “Shit, this is all coming out wrong. I’m probably scaring you off with every word I say.”

  She laughs and surprises the shit out of me when she climbs onto my lap. “Ryan, when was your last serious relationship?”

  Oh fuck, come on. “Honestly?”

  “No, lie to me,” she says rolling her eyes.

  I chuckle and search her eyes. “Never,” I admit, whispering.

  She sits back a bit to gauge my reaction and when she realizes I’m telling the truth she looks into my eyes. “How is that possible?”

  “I never wanted one before.” I can’t believe I am telling her all of this.

  “But you do now? With me,” she asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Take me home, Ryan.” She stands up and starts packing everything away. “Now.”

  Chapter Nine

  Stacey

  Ryan didn’t say a word as we packed up and still nothing on the short drive home. I’m hoping it is because he’s as turned on as I am; I can hardly think straight. My body is burning with need, a fire he started and only he can put out.

  We pull up to my place and he throws the truck in park then turns to look at me. “Stacey, are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel like I’m rushing you.”

  “Ryan, I want this as much if not more than you do,” I say, opening the door and climbing out.

  I walk up the steps to the small trailer and look back over my shoulder. He winks playfully as we step inside and close the door. Suddenly, closed in the small space just me and Ryan, I feel nervous. He’s known for his promiscuous way, and while I’m no prude, I’m just concerned that I won’t live up to the playful romps in the sack he’s used to. While my partners have always been cautious and boring, the kind of women Ryan’s been with are sex kittens. I know just from kissing him that sex will be mind blowing.

  He lifts my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “What?” I shake my head nervously as he searches my eyes. “Listen, if we want something to come of this, you need to be honest with me. Are you having second thoughts,” he asks.

  I blow out a breath and pick at the hem of my dress. “No second thoughts. It’s just..” I pause for a second to build up my courage. “..well the guys I’m normally with are, well, nothing like you. And I know I’m not the kind of girl you are usually with. What if I can’t, you know, please you like the girls you’re used to.”

  Without a word he grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He flips on the light and stands in front of my bed. Pulling his shirt over his head he drops it to the floor and my body starts to feel the slow burn again, seeing his muscular chest. Still not a word, he unbuttons his jeans and lets them pool around his ankles. I can’t move, I can’t breath. Seeing him with nothing on but his black boxer briefs has my nipples pebbling under my dress. His body is something I didn’t actually know existed in real life. No one I have ever been with has been half as sexy. He has the body of someone who works out, takes good care of himself. Someone who cares what others think.

  I haven’t said a word or moved an inch. If I do this fantasy might end, and I sure as hell don’t want that. He moves a little closer and I look into his heated eyes. He lifts his left eyebrow. “My clothes are off, why aren’t yours?”

  With my heart pounding in my chest he watches me with a need I’ve never seen before. I grab the hem of my sundress and pull it over my head, leaving me exposed to him in nothing but my teal satin strapless bra and panties.

  The way he is taking in my body, raking his eyes over every inch, makes me feel sexy and desired. He takes the last few steps and stands right in front of me. I feel so out of my element considering I’m used to being in bed, taking off my clothes while under the covers and keeping my body hidden most of the time. I feel like that would never be an option with Ryan, not with the way he licks his lips before he reaches his hand out and touches my cheek.

  “Stacey, you’re right, you aren’t like the girls I usually have sex with. You are so much more,” he whispers before presses his lips to mine.

  His words sink in, and I know that he feels something for me, something more than just sexual. He pulls me flush against him and when my skin touches his, my body nearly goes up in flames. His hard chest against me and muscular arms wrapped around me are my undoing. I moan and run my hands down his body feeling every groove and valley, feeling a bit more confident after his words.

  He lowers me to the bed and allows me to position myself before he climbs on top of me. “I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you, Stacey. Don’t forget that for a second.” He claims my lips again before kissing a path down to my breasts. My chest heaves and my breasts beg to be touched, so when he cups them I toss my head back. Reaching around me he unfastens my bra and tosses it behind him. He takes in my breasts for a minute before looking at my face. “Fucking beautiful.”

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ng his head he pays homage to my breasts, awakening a feeling in me that has been dormant for far too long. Continuing his exploration of my body, he makes his way down to the top of my panties. Hooking his fingers inside, he pulls them down my legs and they join my bra on the floor. Pushing my legs wider apart, he lets out a growl that vibrates through my body. My nipples are hard and my pussy is dripping with need and watching him take in my naked body is so erotic, but I need more.

  “Please, Ryan,” I whisper, and he snaps his head to mine.

  “You’re breathtaking. Everything about you is perfection. Now I need to see what you look like when I make you come,” he says before I feel his hot breath blow across my pussy. He runs his fingers from my opening to right before my clit. “You are so wet, do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut letting the feelings run through my body, unsure how to answer him. Slowly he pushes a finger inside me, and the sensation is so strong that if he wasn’t holding my thighs down I’d have shot off the bed. Adding another finger he begins to finger fuck me and my world tilts on it’s axis. Just the feel of his talented fingers has my body burning with a desire I’ve never known. Nothing matters in the moment, nothing but the two of us and the way we make each other feel.

  He licks at my pussy as he continues working me over with his magic fingers, and I fist the blanket in my hands tossing my head back. “Oh God, Ryan,” I shout when his tongue makes impact with my clit.

  He licks at it with a speed I didn’t know a tongue could reach and I feel my orgasm on the brink. It’s been so long since I’ve been given one, but it’s not a feeling you forget. He picks up the speed and the force of his finger fucking as he sucks on my clit has my orgasm ripping through me so hard and fast I wasn’t even expecting it. “Holy fuck,” I shout and moan while I ride out the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

  He removes his fingers but continues to lick at my sensitive pussy causing my orgasm to go on and on. He finally climbs up my body and grabs a hold of my face, searching my eyes. “Fuck that was hot,” is all his says before kissing me and allowing me to taste myself. I’ve never tasted myself before, and I’m surprised it actually turns me on. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s on him or the erotic images of what he’s just done, but I grab onto his hair holding him to me.

  When we pull away from the kiss he says, “I need to fuck you.”

  He stands up and grabs a condom out of his jeans before stepping out of his boxers. His cock is jetted out in front of him, big and hard, making me excited for what will happen next. He climbs back on the bed and sits on his heels, watching me while he rolls the condom over the sexist cock I’ve ever seen. A cock that will be inside me soon, connecting us even more.

  He lays on top of me and I feel his cock at my entrance and I start to worry. I know he said I am more to him, but I’m once again nervous I won’t be able to satisfy him like he just did for me. He hasn’t broken eye contact and kisses me quickly before speaking a whisper across my lips. “You are still alright with this, right?” I nod my head and he grins. “Good. I’ll go as slow or as fast as you want. You’re in charge here.”

  “Okay,” I quietly say.

  As he pushes into me, I accidently dig my nails into his biceps. “Damn, I’m not even fully seated inside of you yet, are you alright?”

  “I’m fine, please just keep going.” I look into his eyes begging him to just do it. He must understand because he pushes in halfway and stops.

  “Are you alright?”

  I nod my head because forming words right now is an impossible feat. He stretches me out and fills me in a way no man ever has before.

  He pushes the rest of the way in and stills again. “You’re so beautiful,” he says before he starts moving.

  It’s all consuming having him on top of me, wrapped around me, and inside of me. The more he moves the more relaxed I feel and start moving with him. Meeting thrust for thrust, listening to the noises we are both making, makes me want more. “Oh God, Ryan , I need more.”

  Without hesitation he picks up his speed and my body burns with desire. I’ve never had my body react this way to a man and it’s not just my body, my heart has joined in, I can’t deny it.

  “Stacey, you feel so fucking good,” he moans out, and I beg for more.

  He begins fucking me so hard my body moves up the bed. Never slowing down he slams in and out of me bringing me closer and closer to what I’m sure will be an even more powerful orgasm than the last. “I’m so close,” I moan.

  “I know, baby, I feel you,” he says reaching his hand down and rubbing my clit. My entire body reacts.

  Tugging on his hair I scream out his name as my release crashes over me, pulling me under. He thrusts into me a few more strides before he growls my name when his orgasm finds him.

  We lay holding each other tightly while we return to our bodies. “Ryan, that was, holy shit.”

  He chuckles and says, “You have a way with words, but I’ll have to agree.”

  An hour later we are still lying in bed, naked, my body pressed against his. We can’t seem to get enough of touching each other. He’s rubbing small circles on my back and I’m tracing his muscular chest. I could stay like this for a lifetime and be happy.

  “Stacey, can I ask you something?”

  I move my hand to his face and say, “Anything.”

  “Have you ever been in love before,” he asks looking at me with vulnerable eyes.

  That’s a tough question for me right now. If he’d asked me a few weeks ago I would have said yes. Now, I don’t know. “Well, I thought I was once or twice, but I’m not so sure anymore.” He gives me a puzzled look and I try to find the right words. “I think to be in love, you need to give your whole heart to the other person. I think you need to have complete trust, understanding, and devotion. You need a connection both physically and emotionally. I thought along the way that maybe I’d found the right guy, turns out I hadn’t.” He nods his head but doesn’t reply. I wonder if maybe I’ve said too much, but he said he wanted honesty. “Have you ever been in love?”

  “No,” he says without even a second thought.

  I want to ask why, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer, so for now I just leave it. And as another half hour passes, I feel myself being pulled under to sleep. The last thought I have before I am dragged under is, I think I could love him.

  Chapter Ten

  Ryan

  I wake up tangled around Stacey and smile. Never have I spent the night with a woman before, I always have them leave. Everything that is happening with Stacey is the complete opposite of the guy I usually am. The way she felt in my arms while we had sex and as we laid in bed it made me think I could possibly be falling for her. I asked her if she’d been in love, and as she described that emotion I felt that is what is happening to me. It shocked me and yet filled me with a sense of pure happiness. The idea of being with one woman was something I never wanted, I avoided. Until now.

  She stirs in her sleep bringing me back to the present, and I decide to let her sleep while I go see if there is anything to make for breakfast. Getting out of bed as slowly as I can, I grab my boxers and jeans before leaving the bedroom. I slip them on then check her fridge and cabinets for food. I decide to make pancakes and bacon and pull everything out.

  Just as I’m plating everything I feel Stacey’s arms wrap around my waist. “Good morning,” she says before placing a kiss on my back.

  I spin around and pull her to me, loving the feel of her. I kiss her nose and smile. “Morning. How did you sleep?”

  “I slept great, best I have in a long time,” she says smiling back.

  “Me too. Are you hungry?”

  We make our plates and go sit on the deck to eat. Even with her hair a mess and my t-shirt on, hey my t-shirt…“Nice shirt,” I say giving her a wink, she is still breathtaking.

  She throws her head back laughing and looks over at me. “Well you did leave it here,
so I thought I’d better use it. Plus, it’s comfortable.”

  I grin and lean over to kiss her lips. “Keep it.”

  After we finish our breakfast, we clean up the mess then settle on the deck with fresh coffee. Stacey has fallen silent, and I wonder what she’s thinking. Just as I open my mouth to ask, she says, “Ryan?” I raise my eyebrows and her cheeks get a hint of pink. “What happened the first night we met? The real story.”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s forgotten now,” I say. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.

  “Please, I need to know.”

  I rub the back of my neck and try to decide what to say, but when I notice the desperation on her face I know I need to tell her the truth. “Fine. Driving home from the bar, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. I wanted to get you home quickly, but I wasn’t sure exactly where you were staying. So when we pulled into the resort entrance, Tony, the security guard at the front gate, phoned your mom, and got your trailer number. You were moaning, and not in a good way,” I say, giving her a wink, trying to lighten the situation. “When I pulled you out of the car, you threw up all over yourself.”