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We headed back to my car, and I opened the door for her to get in. Whatever strange mood had briefly overcome her back at the picnic table, it seemed to have lifted now.
“Why, thank you,” she giggled as she climbed in, and I leaned in to kiss her before I went over to the driver’s seat. There was something almost unbearably cute about her, and I wondered if she knew just how appealing she was to me.
It had been a seriously fun night, just like she had promised the fair would be. I loved being out with her and not having to worry about people seeing us together. People must have known we were a thing now, and I was starting to warm to the idea of us being a real couple. We had so much fun together, even if something seemed to be on her mind for part of the night. Maybe I could get her attention on something else instead.
I slipped my hand on to her thigh as we pulled out of the parking lot. The sun had almost set now, some of the early summer evening light still spilling over the road. It was beautiful out here sometimes, I had to admit. Maybe there would have been something to be said for staying a little longer.
I arrived outside her place, and I didn’t want to assume she would be inviting me in—but as soon as she stepped out of the car, she shot a look over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows as though trying to work out what I was doing still sitting there.
“You coming in or not?” she asked, flashing me a smile. I didn’t need telling twice. I wanted to make the very most of the time we had together. I never knew when work would get crazy again, and maybe this time I would be able to spend the whole night with her without something getting in the way of it.
As soon as we were through the door, she was kissing me, her hands beneath my shirt as she pushed her tongue into my mouth—it was as though this was all she had been able to think about for this entire evening, and the notion of her waiting this long just to have me turned me on even more. I tucked my hands into her hair and kissed her back, pulling her against me, her soft, strong body pressed into mine as though it belonged there.
I picked her up from the floor and carried her into the living room, tossing her down on to the couch and pouncing on top of her. She laughed as I buried my face into her neck, kissing down toward her collarbone, and her giggles soon turned to moans as I started to undo her jeans and push my hand into her panties.
“Fuck,” she gasped as she felt me touch her down there. This kind of closeness for the two of us was so new, and I knew it would never get old. Something about this chemistry lit up the air between us, every time we came together in this way, and I was addicted to making her feel as good as she possibly could. I wanted her to come for me, to feel her body contract and shudder and shake with pleasure. I needed it.
She lifted her hips to press herself against me, grinding herself against my hand as though she was utterly addicted to the feeling of my fingers grazing around her. Her lips found mine again, tongue tracing against my own, and I sank into her, my cock starting to harden beneath my pants at the feeling of her so desperate for more.
I could feel her panting against my mouth, whatever need she had hard to hold in—I wanted her to let go. I needed her to know she could trust me in showing me this part of herself. I longed for her, lusted for her, wanted her so badly it made my entire body ache, and I wasn’t going to settle for less.
I pushed my fingers inside of her, our legs tangling together, and she gripped tightly to my shoulder as she pushed herself back up against me. I couldn’t believe how good she felt right now, her breath on my cheek, coming faster and faster, like she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck,” she groaned, and I pulled back just long enough to look at her face as it contorted with helpless pleasure. I loved seeing her like this, giving herself over to the way she felt as though it was the most important thing in the world.
Her body tensed against me, and finally, she let out a cry to tell me she’d come—I could feel her pussy spasming against my hand, around my fingers, and I wanted more at once.
I pushed down her pants, tossed my own aside, and pulled my cock into my hand. I pushed myself inside of her, thrusting deep, pressing my head into her shoulder and inhaling the scent of her. I wanted to get lost in this, in the way she felt, in how good it was to be close to her like this. I was obsessed with this woman, obsessed with every part of her I could experience, and I knew nothing was going to satisfy me until I felt her come again around my cock.
“Oh,” she gasped, her back rising from the couch as she pushed into me. Her arms slipped around my waist, her fingertips trailing over my lower back, and the sensation sent a shock of pleasure through my system—every time she touched me, I felt like I was losing my mind a little, nothing more important than the two of us coming together the way we so clearly needed to.
I moved slowly, as slowly as I could, not wanting to rush this. I knew we could do this a million times over again, but I wanted to savor every second I had with her here. I would never be able to get enough of her body around mine, of the way she felt, like she belonged there. There was so much relief, so much pleasure in knowing I didn’t have to pretend any longer. Just being able to give myself over to how much I wanted her, and to how much she wanted me right back.
She ran her hand over my back and up to my neck, teasing her fingers over the sensitive spot of my nape, and then she leaned up to kiss me again as she wrapped her legs around me tightly and pulled me in close. I didn’t know how I could hold back when she so clearly wanted more—the deliciousness of her body against mine was so good it was almost too much to take, my cock twitching as I came closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to feel you finish inside of me,” she breathed into my ear, her voice ragged and needy with desire. Fuck, listening to her speak to me like that, it was all I could do not to come on the spot—but I thrust, deeper and deeper, filling her with long strokes and watching as her body tensed again beneath me. And then, finally, I felt her—her pussy clenching around me as she groaned with relief.
And that was what pushed me over the edge. Seeing her like that, coming for me, was everything I needed right now, everything I desired. I kissed her deeply as I filled her with my seed, the pleasure taking control of me.
I held myself inside of her, and the two of us clung to each other as though we were the only people in the world. The sheer relief of it, of being with her like this after trying to hide it for so long, was intense, and I had to breathe hard to pull myself back down to Earth.
She brushed her fingers through my hair, smiling up at me.
“You okay?” she asked, and I nodded.
“More than okay,” I replied, and I slowly pulled out of her, and then tugged her into my arms so we could cuddle on the couch. She snuggled into me, tossing her legs over my lap and yawning as she nestled her head into my shoulder.
“Are you tired?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah, I could use some sleep.”
I scooped her up in my arms, getting to my feet, and she shrieked, laughing, and demanded to know what I was doing.
“I’m taking you to bed,” I told her, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I’m a doctor. Trust me, you need some rest.”
“Well, I’m not going to argue with that,” she replied, leaning her head against my chest. It amazed me how comfortable she was with me already.
We curled up in her bed, and she stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled the covers over herself. She looked so cozy, lying there in bed next to me, and it didn’t take long till she fell asleep, her hand planted on my chest like she wasn’t ready to say goodbye quite yet.
I watched her for a long while, letting the sight of her settle in to my mind. It had been a long time since I had allowed myself to feel this way about anyone, and I would have been lying if I said it didn’t come as something of a surprise to find someone I felt so good about so soon.
I had dated before, but I couldn’t remember the last time I had looked at someone and gotten such a good feeling about where we were going. Ellie was amazing; she might have been carrying some pain with her right now, but she was also finally willing to look at it and work through it, and I couldn’t imagine the strength it took to even consider it. She had made a life for herself outside of this town, and now she was back here, she was doing her best to help her mother stay safe and comfortable.
She was a good person. She really was. I wasn’t sure if she would have believed it if I had told her that, but she was better than she believed she was, and she didn’t deserve to spend the rest of her life beating herself up for something that had happened when she was a kid. I wanted to take care of her in any way I could. I wanted to make sure I helped her through the next part of her life, as long as she was in Maple Valley.
But what happened when it was time to leave? I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looked at her as she rested, trying to work out what could happen then. I knew I wouldn’t stay here forever, and I doubted she would, either, even though she was starting to warm up to the idea. I didn’t know what she was going through, but I couldn’t imagine she’d want to drop the entirety of her life outside of this place just for the sake of making amends. She had a whole world out there to explore, and I was certain she would start getting itchy feet sooner or later.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I knew I just didn’t have the same kind of opportunity to travel she did. And when she wanted to get out, could I go with her? If she took off to Barcelona again, or Italy, or wherever, I couldn’t just drop everything to follow her. I had a career in America, and I didn’t want to throw it all away.
Maybe I didn’t need to overthink it so soon, honestly. We had just started seeing each other, and there was no harm in taking things slowly and just having some fun instead of getting all up in my head about everything we were doing together. It might not have been easy to work out what the long-term was going to look like, but I didn’t need to consider it right now. I just needed to focus on the here and now and have fun with her.
Hey, at least I knew I already had an in with her mom, right? That had to count for something.
I lay down next to her and closed my eyes, and soon enough, I had passed out to sleep, exhausted from the day I’d had. She reached out for me and snuggled a little closer before she nuzzled against my chest, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her and held her close to me. I loved being this near to her, sharing the simple intimacy of sleeping. I smiled as I let myself drift off.
When I woke the next morning, she was sprawled across the bed, snoring slightly, and clearly still out for the count. No way was I going to wake her up and disturb her—she obviously needed all the rest she could get. Carefully, I eased myself out from underneath her and grabbed my phone to check the time.
I needed to get off to the clinic. I didn’t want to be late. I was sure the news of Ellie and me spending the evening at the fair last night would already have spread, and I had no doubt Rita and some of the others who worked there were going to have a whole heap of questions about it, but it didn’t bother me one little bit. Let them talk. At least I had something to tell them now.
I went about getting ready as quietly as I could and considered waking her up to make her some breakfast but figured we could catch up later instead. She’d had a hell of a few days, and I wanted to make sure she was well-rested. Then if we did end up staying up all night...well, it wasn’t going to be so much of an issue, now, was it?
I stepped up into the bedroom before I left for work, taking one last chance to just look at her as she slept. She really was beautiful. I still wasn’t sure what someone as gorgeous and accomplished as she was saw in someone like me, but I wasn’t going to go asking questions about it. I was enjoying what we had far too much to ruin it with logic.
I slipped out of the front door and climbed into the car, already missing her before I had so much as started the engine.
I didn’t know if we were going to see each other tonight—maybe it would have done us good to spend a day or so apart, but I wasn’t in any rush to be away from her while I was having so much fun. I didn’t see how we could run out of novelty when there was still so much for us to learn about one another, still so much for us to explore. I couldn’t wait to see her again, and I just hoped she would feel the same way about me when she woke up, too.
I looked to her window and smiled as I imagined her sleeping up there. Maybe I would get her around to my place soon enough, and I would be able to spend the night with her there. The two of us could have breakfast together, make coffee, maybe go for a walk around the edge of town...
Damn, I was getting all romantic. It had been a long time since I’d really wanted to spend time with someone like this, and I could get used to it, this warmth when I thought of her. I didn’t know what was coming next, at the end of all of this, but maybe I didn’t need to. Maybe all that mattered was showing her how much I liked her, and seeing where the cards fell once I had.
I hummed all the way to work, the songs playing on the radio all serving to remind me of her. I hoped I would be the first thing on her mind when she woke up this morning—I hoped I had plenty of space in her head, even if we were just starting out. Because the way I felt about her—I hadn’t felt it for anyone else in a hell of a long time.
And I wanted to see it through to the end. No matter what that looked like.
