Page 83 of Hauling Ashe

“I want to have fun with you,” I say to her, slipping my hand to the hem of her dress and skimming her outer thigh underneath it. The room is cozy, and the lamp on the bedside table is on, but I can see the moon through the uncovered window. It reminds me of the night we were on the hood of Louie.

“I didn’t get to fuck you under the moon,” I say, and Mae pauses.

“So, what did you have in mind?” Her hand coasts inside my shirt which she finally has open.

“Slip off your underwear.”

Mae stares at me a second, before doing a slow tease of removing her panties without me seeing anything. She dramatically drops them on the bed, and I reach for her hand. After grabbing the half empty bottle of wine we started drinking earlier while we got ready for dinner, I lead us outside. The space around the main building is low lit. There are gardens and the wedding area, but off to the side of one barn-like structure, we find an outdoor swing. An honest-to-goodness wooden swing hanging from a large tree.

“Is this private property?” Mae whispers as if anyone can hear us.

“Guess we’ll find out.” The moonlight highlights a section just outside the tree line and I pull Mae against me. We kiss standing upright, swaying under the lunar light a second before I pull her toward the swing. I take a sip of wine straight from the bottle and set it on the ground, then lower myself to the wooden platform. I removed my belt in the room, so I loosen my pants and pat my lap. “Straddle me.”

We chuckle as Mae tries to slip her legs over mine between the rope holding the swing. Eventually, we’re tangled together.

“Spider cradled,” she says. “It’s how we’re sitting on this swing.” Her legs dangle behind me. With my feet on the ground, I use them for leverage to push against her. Her hands hold onto the rope chain. Gently rocking, I nudge my stiff length at her center. My fingers fist in the back of her dress and tug it upward. The scent of her sex wafts around me.

“Take me out,” I mutter to her neck, returning my hands to the rope.

Mae strokes me through the opening near my zipper. Pressing on the ground, I rock us back and forth again, not fully swinging, but subtly swaying. Finding the tip wet, Mae uses what I seep to moisten me. I continue sucking at the column of her throat while we gently move.

“Tucker,” she whimpers.

“That’s it, sunshine. Put me inside you.” I still the swing so she can lead me to her entrance. Then I release my feet and slide into her as the swing rocks. Mae cries out at the intrusion and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Did that hurt?” I mumble against her skin.

“Do it again,” she whispers, and I lean back to meet her eyes.

I repeat the process, stilling my feet and Mae slips back to release me. Then she settles at my tip, and I drop my hold and rock into her again. With her arms around my neck, she tips back her head.

Her eyes drift closed. “This is incredible.”

I bite her neck and pull back once more. It’s such a rush to fill her like this but I can’t take much more. The need to really move, to capture the necessary friction, has my body humming. I swing into her again before curling my arm around her lower back and keeping her pinned to me. Using only my feet to press the swing back and forth, I hold her on my lap, allowing the gentle motion to aid us in coming together. Soon enough, her fingers dip to her clit and she V-s them in a way my cock feels her fingers, adding a second piece of tension as I glide in and out of her. We clutch at each other, the risk of slipping off the swing enough to heighten the need to hang on.

“Gonna…gotta…ohmygod—”

Mae breaks, and I follow as her channel clenches around me. I go off inside her, draining myself in her heat. Within seconds, she rocks back and forth with my length deep inside her.

“Another one,” I choke, recognizing the signs that she could go again.

“I…it’s never…I’m going…” Her stammer is adorable but what’s sweet is how she comes undone a second time. Dropping her head to my shoulder with her arms wrapped around me, she squirms and squeezes until she’s replete. I slide both my hands up her back and cup her shoulders, like a human backpack on her.

“Thanks for coming back, Mae,” I whisper to her.

“Thanks for road tripping with me,” she says before kissing me under the moonlight.

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[Mae]

The wedding is beautiful. Julia beams. Chopper stands in awe and Tucker appears as the proud father he is. It’s a perfectly sun-filled early evening and the vineyard feels like it’s in extra bloom just for this occasion. The rows of grapevines remind me of my hometown and the multiple wineries in the area. Homesickness hits, but not as hard as it did the day Tucker bought me Gemma the geranium, which sits in our room.

I smile to myself when we pass the swing in a train of golf carts leading us to a special wine tasting hour by a river on the edge of the property. Under white tent canopies, we stand around and savor various wines along with appetizers. The river looks refreshing for such a warm day, and for some reason, I imagine couples making love here in celebration of marriages.

When we return to the main winery, and enter the new ballroom inside an older structure, once again I think of home. The inside reminds me of a hometown favorite called Red Barn Table, owned by a good friend. We’ve had numerous celebrations there over the six years it’s been open.