Bird

by Ruby Rose

  She reaches down and grabs me, her hands are so soft, softer than I had ever imagined back when I was in jail, but she’s holding me firmly like she’s desperate for me.

  “I want you so bad, Moira,” I sigh.

  “I can’t wait anymore,” she tells me, slipping my tip into her folds.

  She inches down me slowly, lifting up when I start to feel too big.

  “Slow and easy, baby,” I say, brushing her hair back. She nods and sinks down a little bit more.

  “Baby,” I groan with clenched teeth, but Moira doesn’t stop. She wraps her hands around the headrest and starts grinding into me. I hold onto her hips and watch her ass gyrating slowly, but in hard thrusts that almost make me explode.

  “Is that nice, Bird?” Moira’s eyes are full of lust, and her voice has a kind of hoarseness I’d never heard before. I love it; I love seeing sides of her that belong to me and nobody else.

  “It’s so good. It feels so good.” I struggle to make the words. My brain is focused solely on holding on for her, but damn, a woman has never worked my cock like this before, and I don’t know how much more I can take.

  I run my fingers down her back, tracing her curves and clutching her ass that fills both hands easily. I have to watch as that heart-shaped backside rocks back and forward into me.

  Moira suddenly pushes up onto my chest. She digs her feet into the crease of the tilted chair so that she’s squatting as she rides me. From here, I have an incredible view of her, both her legs spread wide apart while my dick drives into her pink pussy, I can see it all.

  She starts to moan. At first, I try to stay focused, but then her moans become clearer and realize she’s calling my name.

  “Bird, baby, I think I’m…”

  “Tell me, Moira.”

  “I’m cumming again, Bird.”

  I take her ass in my hands and thrust her towards me as fast as I can. The sweat covers our bodies. I can’t even tell who it belongs to. The two of us are working hard to make the other cum.

  Her screams get louder, the condensation in the truck builds, and I can feel the entire thing rocking.

  “That’s it, Bird!” She calls out, and at last, I can let myself go.

  As she clenches, her tight pussy throbs around me and milks me dry. I fill her with my seed, and just when I think I might stop, I carry on.

  Moira takes it with pleasure, smiling at me before collapsing into my arms, while our bodies are still locked together.

  “Stay with me tonight,” I whisper with her face tucked into the curve of my shoulder. She nods and nuzzles into me. I hold her close, knowing now I can never let her go.

  ****

  “Was the shower warm? Sometimes it takes a while to get hot at night. I should have turned-”

  “It was fine, Bird. Thank you.”

  I pull Moira on top of me, so she’s sitting on my lap. She lets me run my fingers through her damp hair. With just that towel on, I could take her all over again, but we’ve only just got cleaned up.

  “Bird, I have a question.”

  “Ask me anything, babe.”

  “Have you ever cheated on a woman?”

  I screw my face up, but Moira isn’t laughing.

  “Well, I guess not.”

  “You guess not?”

  “I just mean, I ain’t never really had a woman like that. So, how would I cheat?”

  Moira doesn’t answer, but her eyes shift from one side to another.

  “You don’t trust me?” I ask.

  “It’s not you, it’s men, particularly, the men that I seem to attract.”

  “And am I the kind of guy you normally date?”

  She chuckles and shakes her head.

  “I guess not.”

  “Moira, I don’t know what kind of losers you met before me, but they had no idea what kind of woman they had. I’m here for good. I won’t hurt you, and I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I want to have your babies; I want to marry you. How could you ever think that I would let some other woman come between that?”

  Moira shuffles around and tightens her towel around her body.

  “You don’t want that?” I ask.

  “I guess it just scares me; it’s a risk.”

  “Moira, sometimes what’s right is what scares us most. That night when I helped that woman, I had no idea it would mean going to jail for two years, but if I didn’t what would have happened? And if someone told me that I could have avoided jail, but that I would never have met you, or Tiger, or Chief, well then even though I’d have been scared as hell. I still would have done it.”

  “You’d go back to jail for me?”

  “I can promise you, Moira, I’m never going back to jail! But if that was the only way to have you, of course, I’d do it. You’re the love of my life, the woman I’ve always dreamed of.”

  “So you’ll never leave me?”

  “Now, why on earth would I do that?”

  I slip my hand up Moira’s leg and squeeze her thick thigh. It tickles her, and she laughs, pushing me away. Her towel slips, and the two of us pause. I drag my eyes up and down her like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her naked.

  I reach out my hand and lower my head to bring her breast to my mouth, but Moira stops me. She stands up in front of me and takes my hand. I watch as she climbs onto the bed and spreads her legs, bringing them up to her chest.

  She places one finger on my lips, and I suck it, feeling my dick harden once again.

  I try to move onto all fours so that I can get a taste of Moira, something I didn’t get a chance to do back in the truck, but once again, Moira stops me.

  “No, baby, this time, you can watch.”

  Her hand slips between her legs, and her eyes roll back as she begins to stroke herself. I shuffle out of my boxers and take my dick in my hand.

  “That’s it, Moira, keep doing that.”

  Epilogue One: Moira

  “Wait, Bird, what’s that?”

  I faintly see a bird tattoo etched into his skin. It’s not very neat, and the ink is more grey than black. It gives me deja vu, but I’m certain I’ve never seen it before, even after spending every night for the past six months together.

  “Oh, yeh, my little bird.” He lovingly pulls me close to peck me on the forehead. I wriggle around in delight, that’s always my favorite place to be kissed by him. OK, maybe my second favorite place.

  “I got it while I was locked up, all the boys did. It’s something we all share, something that makes us brothers. It means-

  “Freedom,” I interrupt.

  Bird laughs and rubs the tattoo.

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “Bird, when you were locked up, did you ever talk to anyone, any women?”

  He pushes back his hair and turns away from me.

  “Of course not, Moira. You’re the only woman for me. I tell you that every day.”

  “So you didn’t ever write letters to a young girl?”

  He stands up and starts rearranging the pillows on our bed.

  “Letters? Oh, Moira, I don’t know. Inmates get a few letters, sometimes from lawyers, sometimes hate mail, sometimes it’s from girls, I can’t remember all that, but you don’t need to get all hooked on that.”

  He drops the pillow and holds my hips to bring me close to him. He looks down at me, tilting my chin towards him.

  “You’re the love of my life, Moira, no one else.”

  I shake my head and laugh.

  “I know that, Bird, but maybe I was the love of your life, even before I started working on the farm.”

  Bird’s mouth drops open, and his eyes squint like they always do when he’s confused.

  “So, Bird, you don’t remember writing letters to a girl from Oklahoma? A girl that only wanted friendship, but ended up getting more than she bargained for? A girl that would always tell you you’d get out someday, and when you finally did, she thought you’d abandoned her…”

  Bird clutches onto the bedside ta
ble and holds tight so as not to fall.

  “That was you?”

  “Bird, I thought something had happened to you. I thought you’d been killed or locked up in solitary.”

  “I tried, Moira, I tried, but we never told each other our real names, all I knew was you lived in Oklahoma, but that could have been anywhere. I thought about asking the boys to help me find you, but I thought it might sound stupid, you know, telling them that I-”

  “Fell in love with a penpal?”

  “Exactly…”

  Bird falls onto the bed and reaches out for my hand for me to lie with him.

  “I always knew there was something about you, Moira.”

  “I just can’t get away from you, can I?”

  Epilogue Two: Bird

  Lacy and Carter shoot past me, almost knocking over the basket of washing resting on my hip.

  “Hey, you two! Watch where you’re going! Daddy’s putting out the washing!”

  “Let me help you with that!” Moira winks at me and grabs a sheet from the basket, hanging it over the washing line.

  “They get their clumsiness from you, you know?”

  I scoff and drop the basket onto the floor.

  “Yeh, you know what else they get from me? My strength!”

  I pick up Moira and throw her over my shoulders and chase after the kids.

  “Carter, Lacy, come tell Mommy she’s a bad girl!”

  The two of them run over and start climbing on top of us. Carter pokes me in the side, and we all fall down to the floor, tumbling on top of each other in fits of laughter.

  “Are you OK, Mommy?” Lacy asks, kissing Moira on the arm.

  “I’m fine, baby,” she smiles.

  I lie down on the ground, the smell of the freshly cut grass wafting around my nose. In the distance, I can hear Tiger and Chief setting up the combine harvester and the other kids screaming as they play.

  I turn to Moira and kiss her hard. Lacy and Carter scream and run away.

  “They also get their sweetness from you too, Bird. You know that?”

  “I love you, Moira, and I always will.”

  “I love you too, Bird.”

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