As I suck on her clit just a little, her back bows off the bed and she skyrockets over the edge. I feel her pussy pulse against my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. She moans my name through gritted teeth, and all I can think about is how intense it must be for her. Having my mouth on her sweet little pussy as she cums on my face is all I can stand. I feel the cold wetness between my thighs, and I realize I’ve cum on myself. I tried to hold off and keep it together, but she was too much. Her perfect taste, feeling her underneath me, hearing her sounds…I couldn’t control myself.
When I feel her relax under me, I look up and smile. My smile grows even bigger when I see her passed out. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open, deep breaths coming from her.
I quietly get up and clean up my cum as best as I can before climbing back into bed with her. I spoon her warm body, and she doesn’t so much as blink an eye when I pull the covers over us and turn off the light.
I feel the smile on my face as she hums in her sleep. I know that I’ve given her that peace. I just wish there was a way for me to tell her how special that was for me.
Chapter 9 Clare
I look at myself in the mirror and can’t believe how well the pearl-white dress fits me. I’d only had to take it in just a little in the hips to get it to fit just right, landing just above my knees. The dress flares out but nips in the closer you get to the waist. The top molds to my body and gives a hint of cleavage that’s shadowed by white sheer lace running up my neck and around the back, leaving my arms bare.
The day after we’d gotten our marriage license, I had some free time. I’d already cleaned every inch of the house, so that afternoon while my lasagna baked in the oven, I went looking around and found the attic.
The whole area was filled with boxes. Things that belonged to Cash’s mom and dad were all boxed and stored away. Now I’d understood why most of the house seemed so bare. He’d put a lot of it away. I found a box labeled wedding, and I just couldn’t help myself. I opened it to find a simple white wedding dress and a wedding album.
I knew from the first page it was Cash’s mom and dad. He looked just like his father. The resemblance was uncanny. They looked so in love. In every picture he was looking at her like she’d just hung the moon. It was truly beautiful and it made me wonder if they would have liked me. I know how much something like that would mean to Cash. It was easy to see how much they’d meant to him. I could tell whenever he talked about them or this farm.
Cash caught me up there. His eyes flashed with something when he saw me on the floor, the album in my lap. That’s when I knew. All this was up here because it was hard to look at. It compounded the loneliness he’d told me about. And when he told me I should wear the dress, that he wanted me to bring something down from the attic said a lot. It signaled that he was moving on from this loss. Moving on with me. We’d both lost our families, but we’re ready to start our own. The past is a lot easier to take when we’re together.
I don’t know if he knew what it meant for him to say that to me. I knew he’d given me the ring already, but this somehow felt different. It was more intimate. It made me feel like I belonged here and that I was becoming a McCallister in more than just name.
I run my fingers through my hair for the millionth time. The curls won’t let me do anything with them today. They seem to have a mind of their own. I was going to pin it back, but Cash asked me before he left if I’d leave it down.
I went to protest but found myself flat on my back, his face between my legs. It’s something he’s doing a lot lately. He brought me to orgasm twice before I tossed in the white flag. Not that it mattered. When I’d gone to the bathroom later, all my bobby pins were gone. He seemed to have a fascination with my wild curls that had me liking them more and more by the day. He was always playing with them or cuddling his face in them while he slept. Wrapping them around his finger, then letting them go, fascinated by their corkscrew shape.
I smile at the reminder. It’s hard to believe I only met this man four days ago. My life has changed so much over these four days. The things he makes me feel fill parts of me that I didn’t even know were there. Parts I didn’t realize were longing to be filled.
Grabbing my little purse, I slip on my white flats and head out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Cash said he was going to run next door to talk to the Johnsons about something. No more fences had been broken the past couple of days, and Sammy was safely back home. But last night someone broke into the barn and released six horses. The men were out hunting them down, and Cash was aggravated but trying to keep his cool.
Flipping the lock, I open the door and let out a little squeak when I see a man I don’t know standing there. His hand is up in the air like he was about to knock.
“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says removing his Stetson to reveal short blond hair.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect anyone to be standing there when I opened the door.”
He smiles as his dark eyes run up and down my body like he’s taking me in. It gives me a creepy feeling.
“I’m Billy Buckman, the foreman over at the Johnson farm.” He reaches out his free hand.
“Mrs. Clare McCallister,” I return, taking his hand. When I go to pull it back, he gives it a little squeeze like he might not let it go, but does.
“Not yet.” He half smiles like it’s a cute little joke, and it makes me narrow my eyes.