“Here,” she says, slipping her hand down the front of my pants where she cups me.
I bend forward and let out a hiss as she works her fingers over my length right before removing her hand.
“Baby,” I say in frustration. “You can’t do that.” I stand tall and gesture to my dick. “It’s hard now.”
“Just the way I like it.” And like the tease she is, she takes my hand and leads me back toward the living room, me walking uncomfortably the entire time. “So tell me what you have set up for us.”
I clear my throat and bring her over to the blanket, where I pull her down with me. I open the picnic basket and pull out two plates, each with a bologna sandwich.
She laughs out loud and shakes her head at me. “Oh my God, Levi.”
“This is what our romance is built on.”
“What are you talking about?” she asks.
“That night, when I found out you were the one stealing my bologna in the stadium, that was the night I knew you were meant for me.”
“That’s . . . oddly romantic.”
I lean forward and kiss her lips before pulling back. Reaching into the basket, I pull out some champagne and glasses, as well as classic Lays.
“This is quite the meal,” she says, looking down at it, then her eyes meet mine. “I don’t think I could imagine anything else for our first date.”
I pop the champagne and pour us each a glass. I hold out the flute to her, and I hold mine up. I clink her glass with mine and say, “You mean a lot to me, Wylie.”
Her expression softens.
“And I wanted to have this night with you because you deserved a date, but also because I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy. Like happier than I ever thought I could be.”
“You make me happy too, Levi.”
I smile as my stomach churns. “I’m, uh, I’m glad.”
Her brow pulls together. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”
“Yeah.” I gulp, then set my champagne down. I set hers down as well and take her hand in mine. “I’m just trying to say something to you, and I’ve never done it before.”
Her face brightens, and under the firelight, it’s the sweetest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And for some reason, that settles the racing in my heart.
“I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy, Wylie, and these past few weeks, although complicated, have meant so much to me. And I know it’s because I’ve found someone who understands me, who matches me in energy, and who cares but challenges me at the same time. I know it might be crazy, but from the night I first met you at the bar, I knew something was special between us. Something I didn’t want to let go of.” I wet my lips and look her in the eyes. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in love with you, Wylie.”
Her eyes well up as she moves in closer and sits on my lap. She cups my cheeks and gives me a soft yet full kiss. When she pulls away, she says, “I’m in love with you too, Levi.”
Relief flashes through me as joy erupts inside my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in even closer. “Really?”
“Really,” she says. “How could I not when you’re everything I’ve ever needed in my life? The goofiness, the protectiveness, the sexiness, the encouragement. You’re so much more than I deserve, and I’m going to cling to you as long as you let me.”
I press my forehead to hers and sigh. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear that. I was nervous you’d think it was too soon.”
“No,” she says, dragging her thumb over my jaw. “To me, it almost feels like we’ve known each other for a while.”
“Same,” I say as I play with the strap of her thong under her shirt. “Feels like you were made for me.” And then I drag her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in her lingerie set.
She smirks. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to eat in this.”
“You’re not eating. I am, babe,” I say before laying her down on the blanket. With a satisfied smile, she lets me peel off her thong before I spread her legs and make room for my large body.
Her hand lazily falls into my hair as I press lingering kisses along her inner thigh until I reach her arousal. I drape her legs over my shoulders, prop her up with my hands, and press kisses over her pussy, along her pubic bone, and when she squirms, I spread her with my tongue and lap at her clit.
“Fuck, yes,” she groans as she shifts her hips, looking for more. “I love your tongue, Levi.”
And I love you.
I love everything about you, Wylie.
And I will make sure there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that pulls us apart.
Making slow strokes with my tongue, I pull down one of her bra cups and glide my finger over her nipple until it’s hard and pointed, then while I continue to go down on her, I roll the hard nub between my fingers.
She cries out.
She heaves.
She twists and turns under my hold.
And when I suck her clit between my lips, I pinch her nipple at the same time.
Her legs clench around me as she lets out a feral cry.
Loving her responsiveness, I do it again, sucking hard.
“Fuck, Levi,” she calls out as her body stiffens, and her hand pulls on my hair. “Oh my God.”
Her legs quiver.
Her mouth parts.
And when I think she’s about to come, I pull away.
“No, Levi. Please.”
I stand and push my pants off, then I move between her legs and lift her to pull off her bra. When we’re both naked, I slowly take her mouth with mine, letting our lips mold together as I deliberately cup her breast and move from a frantic pace to a slow, thought-out one. She falls into my rhythm and brings her arms around my neck, holding me in place while she loops one of her legs around mine, making my erection press up against her soft center.
I lift from her mouth and kiss her cheek, then her jaw and down her neck. When I work back up to her lips, I stare down at her for a second before saying, “I love you, Wylie.”
She smiles up at me. “I love you too, Levi.”
This, her, this is all I fucking need.
Nothing else.
I slowly slide my cock inside her, taking my time and letting her adjust as we continue to make out. And with every inch that I move inside her, she squeezes me tight. Having her wrapped around me like this is the most incredible feeling. I will never get enough of it.
Never.
Slowly, I pulse into her, making short, concise strokes that create just enough friction to heighten our arousal. And as I pulse, I play with her tits because we both love it.
“I need . . . more,” she says.
“Want it slow, baby,” I say, bringing my lips to her jaw.
“I can’t. Please, Levi.”
Smiling, I sigh and forgo my plans of fucking her for at least a solid hour like this and flip her so I’m on my back, and she straddles me.
She falls flat on top of me, closing in on that last inch so I bottom out.
“Yes,” she groans as she tilts her head back and plays with her hair.
And mother of fuck does she look hot.
So fucking hot.
I grip her hips as she places her hands on my stomach, pressing her tits together, and she starts rocking, grinding her clit against me.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she says as her eyes squeeze shut and she picks up her pace.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
This is so much better.
A thousand fucking times better.
I want her on top of me, fucking me all the goddamn time.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Use me, use my cock.”
She sits up, places her hands on her breasts, and plays with herself while she continues to move over me. Nothing has been sexier than at this moment, with my girl, my love, riding my cock and loving every second of it.
“You’re so big, Levi. I love your dick. I love it so much. No dick has ever made me feel this good.”
“Then take what you want, baby. Take everything.”
She places her hands behind her so they rest on my thighs, giving me a different angle of her, of our connection, and I watch it intently, my length going in and out of her as she rocks harder and faster.
Her tits bounce.
Her breath is erratic.
And her mouth parts as she quivers.
“Oh God, oh fuck,” she says as she moves her hands to my chest again and steadies herself as she rides me hard and fast.
From the friction, the way she clenches around me, and the sheer sexiness of her, my legs and arms start to go numb. The room fades to black, and my balls tighten.
“Right there, baby,” I cry out just as she screams my name and falls over the edge, her pussy contracting around me. It takes two more pulses over my cock before I’m coming with her. “Fuck me,” I yell as I spill inside her, my orgasm lasting longer than I expected as she continues to contract around me.
After a few seconds, when we’re both settled and our breaths are caught, she leans forward to lie flat against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead as she holds on to me tightly.
She takes a few deep breaths and then says, “I . . . I’ve never said that to a man before.”
“What part?” I ask. “We said a lot of things. Was it the dick part?”
She chuckles and shakes her head as she props up to look me in the eyes. “No, the I love you part.”