God, where was his resolve? He watched her leave the barn and walk to the cabin. Her hips swayed, silhouetted in the sunset. Gone, gone, gone. He was gone. A long with his resolve, his strength, his fight. Hell, he didn’t want to fight her anymore. She did belong to him, with him. He didn’t want to think about how he would work through all the obstacles in their way. Not right now. Not with her waiting inside for him. Following like a puppy, he hurried inside the cabin then settled his hip on the table and stared at her. “Come here.” Her breath came in little pants as she drifted to him. Pulling her between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Slowly, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened, sucking him deeply. Carnal images of her sucking his dick the same way popped into his mind, and a tremor of pleasure rolled through him. The musk of her arousal wafted in the space between them as he rubbed her pussy through her pants. Tugging open the buttons, he slid a finger between her slick folds, so wet, so ready.
