by M. E. Parker
With her back still turned to me, I kissed her neck and ran my hands down her body grazing her nipples with my thumbs and then I moved them down her hips. “Perfect.” I whispered in her ear. I let go of her and walked over to the bed and propped the pillows up against the headboard. I sat down on the bed and poured two glasses of wine. “Come here.” I said as I sat up on the bed with my back against the headboard and patted the empty space beside me. I knew she was wondering why I wasn’t touching her. I wanted to, but more than anything, I wanted to make this good for her. I knew that the anticipation would turn her on.
She crawled up on the bed beside me. I handed her a glass of wine. She had her knees pulled up in front of her to cover her breasts as she took a sip of wine. I reached over and gently pushed on her legs. “Don’t cover up. I want to look at you.” She blushed. “Don’t be shy or embarrassed with me Claire. I can promise you that there is not one thing about you that I don’t find beautiful or sexy.”
She lowered her knees and smiled at me. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh and began to trace lazy circles on her skin. “What do you want to do this week?”
She shrugged. “It’s up to you. It’s your vacation.”
“We could go up to Nashville for a few days. There’s a great hotel there. You could have a spa day. There are some great restaurants…” I looked over at her and her little nose was scrunched up. I kept forgetting she was not like most girls…she was not Tiffany. “What about the beach? We can drive down to the gulf, sit in the sun for a few days?” I could tell that didn’t sound appealing to her either. I smiled at her, “Give me some ideas. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”
She smiled, “I’ll go wherever you want Jack.”
“Okay Freckles. But if you could go anywhere, where would it be?”
She grinned at me. “Here.”
I laughed. “That’s not much of a vacation. What would we do?”
“We could go fishing. I’ve never been fishing before.”
I watched her eyes light up. I chuckled. “What else could we do?”
“We could take a canoe ride; do you have a canoe?” I nodded, urging her to continue. “We could go camping and have a campfire. We could ride the horses. There are a million things to do.”
I laughed. I had no idea how I had gotten so lucky. She was so fucking sexy when she was excited like that.
“Oh! Do you have a tractor? I’ve always wanted to learn how to drive a tractor.”
“Yeah Darlin’. We have lots of tractors. You know, my dick just got hard when you asked me that.” I couldn’t help but move my hand closer to her panties.
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure your dick was already hard.” Her eyes were focused on the bulge in my underwear. Her pupils were dilated, and her nipples were hard.
“Maybe so. But it just got harder. Wanna see?” I looked over at her and she nodded, biting her bottom lip. I was really worked up by then, and I was pretty sure she was too. I took the wine glass out of her hand and set it down with mine on the nightstand and watched as she moved down the bed to lie on her back. I laid down beside her and lifted my hips to pull off my underwear. Her eyes were glued to my erection. I was about two seconds from climbing on top of her when I saw her with her hair fanned out across the pillow. Her hand grazed her hard nipple. Jesus, it was sexy. She probably didn’t even realize that she had done it.
I rolled over on my side and propped up my head with my hand. I grabbed my hard cock with the other and stroked it. “See what you’ve done to me pretty girl. Are you wet?” She nodded her head. “Touch yourself Claire. Tell me if you’re wet.” She blushed.
“Jack.” She whispered.
“Baby. Do it. It’s so sexy. Touch yourself.” I watched as her hand moved beneath the black lace. I continued to stroke myself. “Are you wet?”
She whispered “Yes.”
“Take off your panties.” I watched her slide them off. “Touch yourself again Claire. I want to watch.” She moved her hand between her legs and began gently rubbing her clit as she stared at my hand stroking my cock. Fuck! It was hot as hell. “Put your finger inside yourself.” I could tell she was self-conscious, but she did what I asked, and she let a moan as soon as she did it. I could hardly take it when I watched her finger disappear inside her. “You’re so wet, aren’t you baby?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
I had never done this with a woman before. I had never even fantasized about it, but when I saw her touch her breast, I wanted to watch her. But I couldn’t take anymore, if I waited much longer I would come. I needed her to come first. “Come here. Climb on top of me,” I said grabbing her arm. She climbed on top of me straddling my hips. She lowered herself so that her warm pussy was resting against my dick. I reached up and caressed her breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing her nipple with my thumb. “I want you to come Claire. Rub yourself on me baby.” She smiled down at me and began moving her hips back and forth.
I smiled at her as I continued to play with her breasts. “You’re so perfect. Your pussy feels so good. I love how wet you are.” She began to move faster. I could tell she was getting ready to come at any second. I lifted her hips and pushed myself inside her. She gasped with pleasure. I pushed her down hard on my erection and pushed my hips upwards so that she could rub her clit against me. She came quickly, and I could her feel her exploding on my dick. It was crazy hot. I let go of her and flipped us around so that she was on her back. I began to thrust into her over and over. I grabbed one of her legs and put it over my shoulder, so I could get a better angle. I reached down between us and put my fingers on her clit and our bodies exploded with pleasure.
Each time I had her was better than the next. We laid next to each other on our backs catching our breath, staring into each other’s eyes.
She spoke first. “That was incredible.”
“What did you like about it?” I asked smiling.
“Everything.” She grinned.
“Did you like touching yourself?”
She blushed at the question. “I liked watching you touch yourself and I liked you watching me touch myself.”
“God. Me too. I’ve never done that with anyone before. It was so hot. We should watch each other get ourselves off sometime. Would you like that?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. I leaned over and kissed her. If she was feeling for me one-tenth of what I was feeling for her. I was the luckiest guy on earth. I pulled her over close to me she turned on her side as I spooned her. We talked for a long time—planning our week, swapping stories from our childhood, and about a million other different things.
I should have let her go to sleep, we had both had a long day, but the longer I laid pressed up against her and touching her, the more turned on I became. My hand was resting on her hip. She had gotten quiet. I could hear her breathing harder. She wiggled her perfect ass against my dick, pushing back further against me. “Jack. I need you.” She whispered. I moved my hand from her hip between her legs. My fingers slid between her folds. She was sopping wet.
I scooted my body downwards on the bed so that I could take her from behind. I pushed myself inside her. She felt incredible. I rubbed on her wet clit as I fucked her. “Damn Claire, being inside you is the best thing I’ve ever felt.” My voice was strained and breathless as I moved in and out of her massaging her clit. She let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. We came together and then drifted off to sleep.
We woke the next morning. Neither of us had moved all night. We were tangled in each other’s arms. The first thing I heard was her sweet voice. “Good morning.”
“Mornin’ Freckles.” She giggled. I swear I knew right then I could never get tired of hearing her voice, touching her, feeling her body against mine or looking at her. I could never get enough of her. “Should we get in the shower?” I asked, not even giving her the option of showering alone. I couldn’t be apart from her for that long.
We stood in my giant shower lett
ing the hot water spray down on us from both sides. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I turned her so that she was facing the shower wall and I lathered up her back, massaging her back and shoulders. She let a little moan, letting me know she wanted more. I moved my hands down her back to her ass. My soapy hand drifted down between her ass cheeks and then between her legs and back to her ass again. I brushed my finger against the tight little hole and she let out a moan. I had never touched a woman there.
But for some reason, I wanted to explore every part of her body. I wanted to be the only man who ever touched her, and I never wanted another woman to touch me again. I shifted my body so that I could have one hand touching her from behind and the other from the front. I massaged her clit with one hand and continued rubbing the pucker of her ass with the other. She let a moan and then a whimper when I pushed my finger into her tight hole. “Is this okay baby?” I whispered. She nodded, unable to speak. I moved my fingers from her clit and pressed two of them into her pussy. I pressed my finger further into her ass as I continued to fuck her pussy with my fingers. She cried out my name when she came. I could feel her walls shuttering against my fingers.
I barely gave her time to recover before I pushed myself inside her from behind. “Fuck.” She whispered as I began to pound into her. I should have been gentle, but I was too worked up from what we had just done. I grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other as she braced herself against the shower wall, slightly bent over. “Fuck Jack. That feels so good.” She said coming again as I exploded inside her.
Chapter Thirteen—Claire
I got dressed to go into town. I put on the same outfit I had changed into on the first night. Black leggings, a white tank top, and my long blue cashmere sweater. I pulled on my brown leather riding boots, which, after the mud puddle and a day of working on the farm, looked like they had seen better days. I braided my hair to the side and put on a little mascara and lip gloss and ran downstairs to meet Jack.
He was waiting for me in the kitchen. “You ready Freckles?” He said smiling at me. I nodded, and he grabbed my hand pulling me towards the door. When we walked out, I saw a brand new red pickup truck parked in front of the house. It had the Colton Farms logo on the side of it. As he opened the door to get in, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What’s up with the new truck?”
“I had one of the guys bring up a farm truck, I couldn’t stand for you to ride in that piece of shit one more time.”
I laughed, “So what’s up with that old truck, sentimental value?”
He chuckled. “It belongs to my farm manager, Ted. I let him borrow my SUV to drive to Florida. It probably does have sentimental value to him. I’ve tried to get him to buy a new one. Lord knows he can afford it. Between he and his wife, Sarah, I pay them a small fortune.”
As we pulled out of the driveway, I couldn’t help but stare at him. His brown sandy hair was perfectly messed up. A stubble covered his perfect rigid jawline. His emerald eyes sparkled as he looked over at me. I thought about everything we had done since last night. I can’t believe I fucked him out on the back porch. Then lying in bed naked with him drinking wine. It was so intimate. When he asked me to touch myself, I was embarrassed, but when I watched him touching himself, I was so damn turned on that I wanted to do anything he asked. And hell, that thing he did to me in the shower…I never thought I would like anything like that. But all I could think at that moment was that I wanted more. I felt red heat rising to my cheeks.
His face broke into a wide grin—putting his perfect dimples on display. “You’re blushing Freckles. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” I said smiling at him.
“Oh, I think you’re thinking about something. Probably the same thing I’m thinking about right now.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he knew. I laid my head back on the seat. “God, the stuff we’ve done, Jack—I never thought I’d want to do stuff like that.” I was embarrassed but I didn’t want him to think that I regretted it.
He laughed. “Claire don’t be embarrassed. I wasn’t kidding when I told you last night—I had never done that with someone and that thing in the shower, that’s new for me too. I don’t know what it is about you. I just want to know every single part of you. It’s never been like this with anyone.”
I was still embarrassed. I didn’t say anything—but whatever he was feeling, I was feeling it too. There had never been one way he touched me that I didn’t love.
“Claire?”
I looked over at him grinning. I could feel that my face was still red. “Can we stop talking about this?”
He laughed, “Okay, but I can’t promise I won’t be thinking about it.”
We walked into Smithfield’s—it was much bigger than I expected. Jack was right. It seemed to have everything. I scanned the massive place as he held onto my hand. A white-haired heavy-set man walked up to us. “How are you, Jack?” Jack let go of my hand and shook the man’s hand and quickly laced his fingers through mine pulling me closer to him.
“Bob this is Claire Hawkins, she’s going to be doing some work out at the farm.”
The old man’s eyes twinkled, “It’s nice to meet you Claire, I’m Bob. What y’all lookin’ for today?” He asked looking towards Jack.
“Claire needs some clothes. We’re just gonna look around, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Y’all need some help?”
Jack laughed. “Nope. I’m pretty sure she’s an expert Bob.”
I slapped Jack on the arm and Bob chuckled. “I’ll bet she is. I’ll leave you to it. If there’s something you can’t find or a size you need, let me know. I can check the back or order it if you need it.”
Jack patted him on the back. “Thanks Bob.”
Jack went over and grabbed a shopping cart. I laughed at him. “Is that really necessary?”
“Oh, it’s necessary. You don’t expect me to carry everything, do you?”
I stopped in front of the store. There was a display of t-shirts. I spotted a light grey one that had the Tennessee state flag on it. It was $9.99. I picked it up and threw it in the cart. Jack laughed. I looked at him. “What? It’s cute.”
“I agree Freckles. It’s a good start, let’s keep going.”
When we reached the clothing section, I went straight to the back wall that full of blue jeans. I found my size and looked at the price tag. They were $39.99. Holy shit. I’d never paid less than $200 for a pair of jeans. How could they be so cheap? I got every single pair in my size—there were six of them, and I threw them in the cart. I watched Jack smiling at me as I started looking at tops. He was clearly happy.
I found some cute plaid flannel shirts and pulled one of each color—they were $19.99. I was amazed that clothes could be so cheap. I didn’t intend on buying this much, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t too worried. I would pay Jack back before he even got the bill and I knew he wasn’t worried about it either. I found some solid color t-shirts and put a bunch of those in the cart. There were some long sleeve waffle knit Henley shirts and I grabbed a couple of those. Then I found a denim jacket and a couple of cute dresses that were in a floral print. I found a long off-white, cotton cardigan sweater and tossed it in the cart. Jack stood behind the cart smirking at me. “What? I can’t help it—this is all such a good deal.”
“Nothing baby. I’m loving this. Keep going.”
I looked around for underwear and found a bin full of them marked 3 for $10.00. They were cute—silky with lace, not as nice as the ones I had, but still cute. I got one of every color. And then I grabbed a few matching bras. I walked over to the wall beside them and saw six pairs of cotton panties in a plastic package. They were Fruit of the Loom. I hadn’t ever seen underwear in a package like that. I studied them for a second. They looked comfortable. Jack came over and grabbed them out of my hand. “Not gonna happen darlin’”
I laughed at him and then walked over to the men�
��s section and put a package of three cotton boxers, size small, in the cart. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Pajamas,” I said.
“Baby,” he whispered in my ear. “You don’t need pajamas.” I laughed, but I ignored him and went in search of tank tops. I found a few and threw them in the cart.
“Okay. I think we’re good.” I said smiling at him.
“Almost. You need socks. Short ones and heavy boot socks. Go pick them out and I’ll be right back.”
I picked out some socks like he told me to and he walked around the corner with three jackets. “You’ll need these.” He said holding them up. One was a long red Colombia raincoat, another was a champagne colored fleece pullover, and the other a windbreaker with a hood that was a blue-green color. I tried them all on and they fit. I looked at the price tags, they were each over $100 dollars. I looked at Jack. “You need them Claire—there will be some cool nights coming up and if you really want to camp, fish, and ride—you need these.”
I took them and put them in the cart. I started looking through the cart trying to mentally add up the cost everything. Jack left and came back a second later holding a pair of equestrian jeans. They had built in suede on the back and on the inseams of the legs. I looked at the price tag, they were $125.00. I looked at him again. “Jack. I’m trying to be better about spending.”
“Claire—really. Stop. Those boots you’re wearing cost more than this whole cart full of clothes. You need these. I’ll buy this stuff—you know it’s nothing. Let me.”