Page 71 of Small Town Boy

“With me, please…” she begs, eyes fluttering shut.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. What my girl wants, my girl gets.

I shift, changing my angle inside her, going deeper. I thrust harder, focusing on nothing but the cliff that looms before us. Getting us there, tumbling us over that edge. Together.

I can feel how close she is, her pussy gripping me tight, trying to coax my orgasm from me. I let myself go, our bodies in complete control now. Well, almost. Because there is one thing that I know will be the answer.

A single flick of my thumb over Bronwyn’s clit and boom! We’re there.

Her pussy clamps down on me like a bear trap and is all the catalyst I need. My climax shoots straight down my spine, like a bolt of lightning, my balls tightening as the rest of it thunders through me. Fireworks blind me, Bronwyn’s cry acting as the soundtrack to our liftoff.

My heart racing and my breath trying to catch up, I collapse, trying to avoid landing squarely on the angel underneath me. I fail though, our bodies colliding with a soft thud, and a sweet giggle greets me.

A giggle that, despite the fact that she just rocked my entire world, makes my dick twitch inside her.

“You’re gonna have to give me a minute to recover there, cowboy,” she laughs.

“Then you better knock it off with that cute little noise you keep making. It’s like a drug. I can’t help myself.”

She scrunches her nose and sticks her tongue out at me, making me fall even more, and those words start to rise up in me again.

But I won’t be that guy. When I tell her for the first time, it’s not going to be after physical pursuits. She’s going to know that I mean it. Deeply and truly mean it.

Instead, I go a different route.

“Stay.”

“The night?”

“Yeah. I know you have an early morning, and that’s fine. I’ll make sure you’re up and out the door in time. But I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, and wake up with you still there.”

My heart pauses waiting for her answer, hoping that she doesn’t find an excuse. That she wants this as much as I do.

“When you put it like that, how can a girl refuse?”

“I’m hoping you can’t.”

“I can’t.”

“Good.”

20

NOEL

“Can I show you something?”

Bronwyn laughs, her brow furrowed, like she doesn’t know how to answer the question. “That seems like a trick question.”

“It isn’t meant to be.”

She studies me, popping the last bit of her pizza crust into her mouth, chewing slowly. I study her back, trying to match her intensity.

We have A Little Slice of Heaven all to ourselves tonight, not surprising for a Tuesday. Muffled conversation from the kitchen fills the space of our silence, both of us waiting on the other, neither seemingly in a hurry to respond.

Add that to the list of things I love about this woman—non-awkward silence.

Everything about being with Bronwyn feels easy and natural—like breathing. Including just being. No need to force conversation just because. We’re both comfortable being alone with our thoughts and each other. What more could an introvert ask for?