Page 47 of Missing Pieces
“How thoughtful,” I say while taking the cup from his hand. “Although I wouldn’t really call this a party.”
“I made do with what I was working with,” he responds. “Besides wouldn’t you rather sit here and hang out with me than a bunch of people you don’t really know. A party of two is way more fun.”
“Well if I recall you said there was also dancing under the stars, so you have yet to live up to my expectations of a real field party.”
He takes the cup from my hand and puts it on the ground next to me before yanking me to my feet. A slow song just happened to come on the radio at that exact moment. He pulls me close to him, one hand wrapped in his, the other around his neck. He guides me slowly as we sway back at forth.
“Is this living up to your expectations yet?”
I look into his eyes and smile. I answer him with a kiss and feel him smile against my lips. It doesn’t take long for it to turn from soft to hard. His mouth claims mine. Our tongues dancing to the music as much as our bodies.
He walks us backward toward the blanket and I bend my knees and allow him to take me to the ground. I run my hands up and down his sides, feeling every muscle on his glorious body. I inhale him, his musky scent mixed with motor oil. I can’t get enough of him. I slide my hands under his shirt and he accepts the encouragement to take it off. His body is a work of art and I want to lick every square inch of it.
His mouth moves down my neck to my chest and on down to my stomach. He lifts my shirt just above my breasts and lifts them out of my bra. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I let out a small groan as he twists and sucks with teeth and tongue. He moves to the other one and I press my legs together from the feeling growing deep inside of me.
He must notice my squirming because he laughs a little as he moves back up to my mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. His fingers trace a line above my shorts. I buck my hips up to him and he takes it as a sign to continue. He undoes the button of my shorts and traces his fingers through my wet seam. I groan in pleasure. It’s been far too long since someone has touched me there.
He rubs his fingers up and down my seam before teasing my entrance. I squirm, and he slips one finger in at the same time he presses his thumb into my clit. I groan aloud, and he covers my mouth with his, devouring me as I moan with pleasure. He slides another finger into me, pumping me up to a high I’ve never felt before. His mouth ends up back on my nipples and he nibbles and sucks. I am so close to coming. My body feels like it’s on fire. I am panting so loud, my hands gripping the blanket beneath me. He rubs his thumb through my folds as his fingers continue their dance in my center. He presses his thumb into my clit once more at the same time he sucks hard on my nipple. I explode into a hundred pieces in his hands, happy we are in the middle of nowhere so no one can hear my screams.
His mouth makes its way to my neck as he pulls his fingers out of me. He lays next to me and I roll over to straddle him. I push my hair out of my face that fell out of my ponytail.
“That was amazing,” I say as my mouth comes down on his. He grabs my hips and I can feel his hard dick pulsing beneath me. I start kissing down his chest, tasting the sweat that’s formed on his body in the summer heat.
He flips me back over and starts to peel my shorts down, but I stop him. “I…I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”
He pulls my shorts back up and I am afraid I’ve scared him off, but he gives me a sensual kiss. “I can wait, baby.”
He rolls to his back and pulls me close to him. My hand rests against his chest drawing small circles on his pecks.
“I feel bad,” I whisper. “You got me off. I should do the same for you.”
“Sweet cheeks,” he says, his hand gliding up and down my arm. “This ain’t a competition. You don’t have to do what you don’t want. I’ll be fine. Feeling inside you was well worth it.”
I blush as I look into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with waiting? I just don’t want to rush this and end up ruining it.”
His hand stops moving, his tone stern. “Don’t ever think it’s wrong to want to stop. I’ll respect you and your decisions. I know it’s hard for you to open your heart after you were burned so badly.”
I cannot believe this man. I would never have given him the time of day when I met him, but the more time we spend together, the closer he gets to breaking down those walls I bound so tightly around my heart.
We spend the next few hours laying under the stars. I tell him about my ex-husband and how we met in college. We were so in love but once the real world hit love started to fade. But, I kept my head held high and stuck with the marriage hoping we could fix it with time. My ex obviously had a different opinion on how to fix it.
He tells me more about his family. His sister, Raelynn, has a troubled past and has let it get the best of her. She jumps between abusive relationships and abuses drugs and alcohol. He checks on her once a month no matter where she has moved on to. And he apologizes for the last week and standing me up. He got a desperate call from his sister and he had to get her out of a bad situation and move her from Milwaukee to Memphis. I ask why he never brings her back here. He tells me he spent the last two years trying to get her to come back, but she refuses. I can tell he’s worried that she might not call one day. He doesn’t say it aloud, but I can tell by the fear I hear in his voice.
He doesn’t talk much about Tacoma. Just that they had a falling out. They get along enough to talk a few times a year but not enough for her to actually come see him. I tell him I saw her over the weekend and he already knew. He wishes she would have come back to say hello if only for a day. I can tell it hurts him. I don’t know much about how he had to raise his sisters but I think he feels like he failed them both because they both left White Creek and never looked back.
“What’s your middle name?” Easton asks out of nowhere.
“Why do you want to know?” I turn to my side to look at him staring at me as he plays with my hair.
“I just want to know your full name.”
“Well, I’m not telling!” I roll back on to my back and look at the stars.
“How about I guess?”
“You will never guess it.”
“Why’s that?”