by J N Owens
“Okay, you got it. I will show you. So, can we start over? Have a clean slate?”
“Yes. Let’s start over.” Yep every time.
“Yeah? Just act like Tuesday didn’t happen?”
“Yeah.” Because I can’t stop myself, I forgive him. I’m a fucking moron with a M.D.
“Okay, let’s eat then.”
We sit down to eat, and the meal is amazing. I decide not to stay long after. I can tell he is disappointed. But after everything, I’m not giving in that easy. We talk for a little while out on the porch, but I tell him I need to head home around 10. I still have a long drive ahead. He gives me a nice long kiss and sends me on my way. Okay, see, I can be a little strong, little baby steps.
The next day, he messages me to let me know he will have dinner waiting for me at my house when I get home. This absolutely makes my day. I really want to see him but I’m exhausted from driving out to his house. The day flies by just from the excitement of having him waiting for me. I get home and he has a whole spread waiting. He grilled steaks and has baked potatoes. He picked up one of my favorite movies on his way too. I set us up in the living room with our food and the movie. I managed to get away a little early so we have plenty of time tonight. I find myself feeling very appreciative of him, and all that strength I had last night is gone in a flash. Poof. My dirty girl hormones are taking over because I want him naked. I keep looking over at him, catching him watching me. I can’t help but look at his mouth and want it on me. I find myself looking down his arms and getting turned on at the way they pull against the material. I can see every muscle clearly through his fitted shirt. I feel myself get heated, and I know he can see the flush rise to my face. I know he is watching me too. My eyes travel down his stomach to his pants, his hard cock is straining against the denim. Now, that can’t be comfortable. I watch as he adjusts himself. My eyes shoot to his and he is staring right at me. I’m leaned against one side of the couch and he is in the other, I pick my foot up, reaching it over to his lap and start rubbing his cock. I smile at him as he runs his hand up my leg.
“You don’t really want to watch this movie, do you?” he laughs.
“No not really. Is it that obvious?” I really want him naked.
“You haven’t looked at the TV once. You haven’t stopped taking my clothes off in your head.” He just smiles.
“I’m sorry. I just really want to get you out of those clothes. They are kind of in the way of what I want to do.” He needs to be naked.
“Is that so? What about your clothes? You seem to have too many on as well. They tend to get in my way, and I definitely need them gone tonight.”
“You mean like this shirt is in your way?” I start to slowly unbutton my blouse. His eyes go wide. He starts to move towards me. I push him back with my foot. “No. You stay there. Have patience.”
I continue with my buttons. Slowly working my way down my shirt. Once I finish, I push it off my shoulders revealing my plain cotton bra. He lets out a breath. I stand up and move to where I’m right in front of him. He raises a hand toward me, but I slap it away. I reach for my pants, unbuttoning them so I can slide them down my hips and let them fall. Standing there in my bra and panties I reach for him to get up. I push my hands under his shirt sliding it over his perfect abs and slick chest. As I pull it over his shoulders and head I lean in and kiss each of his nipples, sucking each one. His hands have reached around to hold onto my ass. His breath is heavy on my neck as he kisses his way down towards my shoulder. I undo his jeans and move them down to the floor and follow with his boxers. He reaches around to undo my bra then pulls the straps down my arms and throws it over the arm of the couch. He fills his hands with my breasts, kneading them together so he can kiss them both. He licks my nipples. Then moves on to biting and nibbling them. I am soaked with arousal and take off my panties. When I push him down onto the couch, I straddle him putting one leg on each side of him. He stops me from sliding onto him. He turns to lay down and pulls me up towards his face, one knee on each side. I brace my hands on the arm as he wraps his arms around the outside of my thighs and runs his tongue up from my ass to my clit in one long slow lick, then back again circling his tongue around my ass. Oh, fuck. He has the tongue of god. My knees just got weak.
“God Finley, your so fucking wet, and you taste amazing.” He slowly licks up all my wetness, taking slow long licks inside the center of throbbing pussy. I rock my hips back and forth on his tongue. He works his tongue back and forth going back up to my clit. Fuck me, I could sit here and let him lick me forever. My soft cries turn to loud moans. I reach down to massage my own breast and I pinch my nipples, as he pushes a finger inside me. He flicks my clit with his tongue and fucks me with his fingers. He moves faster and harder, curving it in towards my center. My hips are rocking back and forth as I fuck his face, I feel like my orgasm is going to explode from every part of me.
“Oh, fuck yes!!” I cry out as I pump up and down on his fingers. With an extra push, I’m sent sailing over the edge, crying out again. I push down hard onto his fingers and rub back and forth on his tongue. He pushes harder and takes long slow licks drawing it out. I fall forward on the edge of the sofa. He reaches up to pick me up and gently pulls me up. He stands up with me and sits down with me on his lap. I hear the wrinkle of the foil and then he is sliding the condom on. He holds my hips and helps guide me down onto his hard shaft. He is so thick that he fills me up and I am instantly ready to come again.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair pulling me to him. He pushes his mouth to mine, exploring every inch. I push my tongue inside his mouth tasting him as I ride him. I grab the back of the couch for leverage and rock back and forth rubbing my clit against him. He moves his hips harder and harder meeting my rhythm. We both pick up the pace as we get closer and closer. I start pounding hard, my tits bouncing and rubbing against his chest.
“Fuck yes, just. Like. That. Harder. Harder. Fuck!” My breaths are coming in pants as I urge him on.
With every hard thrust of his perfect cock I want him more. I can feel him on every part of me. I want his hands touching me everywhere. My heart races and every time I lower myself onto him the coiling of energy gets stronger and stronger and spreads further through my body. He can’t decide where he wants his mouth, he is moving it roughly from my breast to my neck to my mouth, sucking, biting, licking. Its fucking everything in all the right places. He takes my left breast in his hand bringing it to his mouth while he moves his other hand around behind me, he runs his finger through my wetness and slowly slides his finger into my ass. We have never been there before, and it takes me a little by surprise. But it feels amazing. He is so gentle with that one movement while he is still being hard and powerful with the rest. He starts moving it slowly in and out, I feel myself clench around him and I pull my hands down his chest raking my nails a path down his chest as I call out for him to fuck me more. I lean back putting myself in different position on his cock grabbing his knees and pushing forward with my hips. With my head back and my tits bouncing where he can see them, I start pushing into him. He pulls my knees up towards his shoulders and takes hold of my hips with one hand to give me more leverage. Then, he is almost standing up now, my back on the coffee table as he fucks me harder and harder.
“You like that don’t you? Say it, tell me you like it. Tell me you’re mine. Come for me now. Right now, Finley. And say my name. Right now, Finley.” That pushes me over. Hearing him tell me to do that, being so commanding. That does it for me.
“FUCK, Scott, I’m yours, all yours. I fucking love it, JUST. LIKE. THIS. …. FUCK . ME. JUST. LIKE. THIS. Harder Scott, harder, harder, oh fuck, I’m coming….yesssss…”
I’m done. I’m spent. My legs shake, then my whole body tightens. I let out a loud cry that seems to go on forever. His release follows mine. He cries out as he thrusts one more hard thrust and then slows to finish off. He leans down to pick me up and pulls me to him, he wraps his arms around me as he fall
s back to the couch. I just lay my head on his chest. I could definitely get used to this.
I sigh. “Mmmm, thanks that was incredible.”
He chuckles.
“Thank you, you weren’t so bad yourself. Just so you know the little strip tease thing you did, that will always get me in the mood.” He waggles his eyebrows. I laugh out loud.
“I don’t think you have a problem getting in the mood.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I don’t. Not with you.”
I get up and grab my clothes, heading up stairs. I turn and notice he is just staring at me. “What? Do I have something stuck to my ass?” I try to see my ass. But I can’t obviously. He laughs.
“No, I was just enjoying the view.”
“Oh, OK. Well are you coming up?” I stand midway up the stairs.
“No, it’s still early. I was thinking we could go somewhere.” He is up now putting his clothes on. He already removed the condom and threw it in the trashcan in the living room. I’ll have to remember to throw that out later. That’s nasty.
“Go where? There isn’t much to do. Well, besides bars, and I have work tomorrow so I’m not going drinking tonight.”
“I wasn’t thinking of a bar. I have something better. Go get something comfortable on.” I give him a skeptical look then go upstairs and throw on some shorts and tee shirt. I get back downstairs, he is standing by the door and he looks me up and down and just smiles. It stretches from ear to ear. He opens the door for me, and we head out. We get in his truck and I just look over at him. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What have you got up your sleeve?” he just winks at me.
“You’ll see. You will like it.”
“Did you already have this planned?”
“Maybe.” He gives a little chuckle. I just sit back in my seat and wait. I don’t really have any other choice.
We drive for about 20 minutes and he pulls up at a small pier down by the water. I look over at him. Its pitch dark outside. So, I’m not sure what he has planned in the water this late. I mean it’s not late, but it is for water activity, especially on the bayou. I don’t like creepy dark water at night. He jumps out of the truck.
“Come on.” I look around.
“What? Here?”
“Yeah.” He laughs. He might be crazy. I’m not sure. He could leave me here and no one would know. Shit. Whatever. I get out.
“What are we doing here?” It’s then I notice he is getting something out of the back of his truck. Its fishing poles, and a tackle box. I just smile. He brought me fishing.
“Fishing? You want to go fishing?” I start laughing.
“Why is that funny? You like to fish, don’t you?”
“Yeah, actually I do. I just didn’t know what you had in mind. I was a little worried when you pulled up out here.”
“Oh, well there is a pier over there, we can fish off it. A friend of mine owns this land and he said it’s fine if we come out. I fish out here all the time. I usually catch a lot. Let’s see how it goes tonight. Either way, we at least get to spend time just talking and enjoying a nice night, yeah?” I just look at him, he is so beautiful. And right now, in this moment, so sincere about just sitting on a pier, talking and enjoying this night.
“Yeah. This is nice. Thank you.”
“Come on.” He carries everything down to the pier. He even brought bug spray, because, well Louisiana at night in the spring. I lay the blanket he packed down, start covering myself with bug spray while he gets our poles ready. We sit down and cast our lines into the water. This is such a thoughtful thing to do. It’s a beautiful night, so romantic and quiet. I watch him get everything ready and I can’t help but smile. This, right here, is what it’s all about, the little things.
“So, you come down here to fish a lot?”
“Yeah. I like to eat fresh fish. And this is a nice quiet spot.”
“How did you find this place?” I mean this place is way out in the boonies.
“It’s a friends place.” That’s vague. But sure. “So how is work coming? You have been pretty busy.”
“Yeah well its spring, so allergy season, which means sinus infections, upper respiratory infections and a lot of asthma flare ups. We open up on Saturdays during the busy seasons like this for walk ins. We get a lot of sick kiddos, and parents appreciate having the weekend hours.” I sigh. I hate thinking about all the sick kids. But it’s a fact of life. They get sick.
“That sounds horrible.”
“It is. But they get better. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I mean it can be bad, but typically we can take care of it fairly easily, as long as the parents stay on top of it. And most do. Most of it is environmental. It breaks my heart to see the kiddos sick. It’s why I do what I do.” He smiles over at me.
“So, you never wanted to do anything else?” I look out at the water.
“No, I always wanted to help people. What about you?”
“I always went around and around about what I wanted. It was always a battle with my parents. My dad was always very adamant about what I was going to do. I never wanted what he wanted for me, but he never made it an option. So, I went to the college he chose, and studied what he said. Once I graduated and went to work at his company, I was miserable. I hated it. Just like I knew I would. I didn’t want that life. I didn’t want his life. So, I left. I left the city and came down here. I had a friend that I met in college that was from here and he helped me find the property. I bought it and started my farm. I have never been happier. My father was furious. He said he was going to disown me. My mother cried and yelled at him, said I was her baby and he couldn’t do that. So, he got over it, but said he wouldn’t help me. If I failed, he wouldn’t be there financially to bail me out, wouldn’t give me a job if, and when, I decided I wanted to go back to finance. I just laughed at him and said fine. I won’t need him anyway. I knew I wouldn’t. I knew then that as long as I was doing what I loved I would be fine. I don’t care about the money. I just want to be happy.” I can tell he means that. Watching him sitting here on this pier fishing at ten at night, he is content. His farm is beautiful but it’s not fancy. He isn’t one that needs flash, he is just a simple person that is happy with what he has. I smile as I watch him.
“Good for you. Most people don’t have the balls to go against their family. That took a lot for you to stand up for what you believed. And look, it paid off. Your happy and you have everything you wanted.” He looks over at me with a half-smile.
“Almost.” My line tugs, I turn to check it, so I don’t see him looking at me when I ask him,
“Almost? What’s missing?” I keep tugging on my line, reeling it in slowly.
“You, a family. That’s all I have ever wanted. A big family to make a home and life with. When I met you, I saw my future in your eyes.” I stop immediately and look at him. He is staring at me.
“Scott. I.” I’m speechless. I mean I knew he had really strong feelings, he said he loved me, but that’s serious. It is a lot to take in.
“I know, you’re scared. It’s a lot. But Fin, you’re it for me. You can take all the time in the world to figure it out. But I only needed one second it took to see you smile. And I knew. I saw my future, I saw our kids, our grandkids. I wanna grow old with you, I wanna sit out on our front porch rocking and watching kids play while I hold your hand. I want to hold you in our bed when I’m 90 and still smell your lavender shampoo. I don’t see any other future for me, it’s only you. It’s only ever been you.” I don’t know what it is about the look in his eyes, or the tone in his voice. He is absolutely sincere. I’m a goner.
“I love you cowboy. And I want to be held by you when we are 90.” He smiles.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He leans over kissing me gently. Running his tongue lightly over my bottom lip. I reach up and pull him to me deepening the kiss. He leans his forehead to mine.
“I fucking love you, Finley.”
“I fucking love you, Scott.” I
feel my heart beat stronger, but I still feel like I’m missing something. I don’t know why. Maybe this is a normal feeling at the beginning. I just don’t know.
6
Finley
Scott stays the night because it really didn’t make sense for him to drive all the way back home when we got in so late after fishing. I didn’t mind him staying. Also, I kind of like him being next to me, holding me. It makes me feel safe. I won’t admit that to him though, not yet anyway. When I wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of bacon. That has to be the best smell to wake up to. I make my way downstairs, there he is in all his naked glory, cooking bacon. That’s got to be either a health hazard or a risk to his manhood. I don’t even want to think about how bad that hurts if the grease pops his unmentionables. I chuckle to myself as I stand in the doorway watching him. He turns when he hears me.
“Hey, good morning gorgeous.”
“Good morning to you too. Whatcha got going on in here?”
“Breakfast. I got a little bacon, some eggs, over easy of course. I made some hash browns and some biscuits. They are just coming out of the oven now. I thought you might like some before you head to work.” He smiles and leans in to kiss me. “Oh, and I got your coffee ready for you.”
“That sound amazing. I’m going to get dressed and I’ll be back down. Wait, did you make homemade biscuits?”
“No, that would be too much. They are pop the can biscuits. But still biscuits, yeah? Hurry up and get dressed, it’s almost ready. Oh, and here is your coffee. Take it with you while you get ready.” OK he like made me…made me coffee…like in my cup. Now, I know he is perfect and possibly too good to be true. I take my coffee and go upstairs. I dress quickly, throwing my hair up, and putting some quick makeup on. I don’t do much for work. Kids don’t really care what you look like and I don’t like to be overdone at work anyway. I make my way back downstairs where my breakfast and sexy cowboy are waiting at the breakfast bar.