"That looks really good out there, Honey," Buck complimented as he entered the house.

Mila was dozing on the couch, and she woke from his voice.

"Shit, I didn't know you were sleeping," he mumbled. He came over, lifting her up and onto his chest. "Tired from digging at the ground all day?"

She hummed as a response. Buck had helped her get started on the patch back behind the house for her garden. She had been working at the ground to get some nice fluffy dirt and nice even rows.

Buck stroked her back. He was proud of her hard work, and excited to be adding to the ranch. He honestly didn't have much of a green thumb, which was a real shame with all of the land he had. He hoped Mila would be able to keep up with it.

"I fixed the flower beds around the house, too," she said. "I'm hoping to see lots and lots of butterflies."

She was so cute. He leaned down for a kiss.

"You can go out to the nursery and pick some plants out tomorrow. I can't go with you, though," he said. "And from here on out if you like doing it, we should probably be able to get the seeds from the plants and flowers."

"I can't drive, Buck," she said, hands running along his chest.

"That's right," he sighed. "What about Audrey? Can I ask her?"

Mila nodded. She scooted up so she was level with his face, pressing her lip to his.

He made a noise of pleasure, one that turned her insides to liquid. She kissed him harder, her tongue skimming his lips.

"Maybe we could have a late dinner tonight," she said, lips catching his cheek and down his neck.

"Is that right?" he asked, grabbing her hips and bringing them down against his own. She gasped at the feel of him. "Who are you to make the rules?"

He could feel her smile, and he held back his own.

"Please? I need you." She said it so sweetly it cast fire through his veins.

"I thought you were tired," he said, continuing to tease her. She began to move her hips on her own, desperate for any friction. His hands dipped below the waistband of her pants and she squirmed.

"Please," she tried again. "I'll do anything you want."

He loved to hear her beg, to come apart just from a few kisses.

"Anything?" he drawled, holding her still. He swatted her butt.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Fine. I come first, and then I'll decide if you deserve to," he said.

She froze a bit and he felt it, turning her to face him. He waited for her to speak.

"I don't know. I've never done anything before, what if I mess up or am not good at it?" she rambled.

"Shh," he soothed, voice back to his normal warm and caring. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Mila. I can help you come, just like last time, okay?"

Heat flooded her cheeks and she relaxed. This was Buck. The man she loved and trusted with her whole heart.

She settled into his neck, and he rubbed her back.

"I can try," she said, before correcting herself. "I want to try."

He coaxed her to meet his eyes, "I'm so proud of you for letting me know how you feel. It's more than okay if you don't want to do something."

He caught her lips with his, a bit roughly, and she was reminded of how turned on she was just moments before.

"I'm okay to keep going," she said, giving him a gentle smile.

He carried her up to his room, tossing her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced and Buck couldn't resist a smile at the sweet noise.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, hovering over her. His mouth landed on hers with purpose, tangling his fingers in her hair. He nipped at her lips as they shedded their clothes.

"You're so damn beautiful," he told her. She was stunning, an absolute angel. He loved her swollen lips and eyes blown wide. Only he could make her feel this way and that turned him on beyond belief. "My pretty girl."

He let her sit up, so she was eye level with his waist.

"I'm going to back off, baby," he said, voice still thick and rough, but loving. His thumb skimmed her cheek. "You can do whatever you want. You're in control. Let me hear you say it."

"I'm in control," Mila said, meeting his eyes. She reached for his briefs, pulling them down. She was excited, so much so that she squeezed her thighs together.

Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she caught her first glimpse of him, hard and pulsing.

She knew her cheeks would be permanently stained red for the rest of the night. She reached for him, hand wrapping around the base.

Buck threw his head back. The noises he made was the hottest thing she ever experienced, and she squirmed.

She made one slow movement from the base to the tip. She leaned forward, sucking the end in her mouth.

"Fuck," he gasped, doing his best to stay still. He felt like he could explode, and it was so fucking sexy to see his Mila sucking him off.

He let her experiment with what she was comfortable with. She didn't try to suck more than the head, but that was the most sensitive part and he struggled. He wasn't going to last long.

"Shit, Mila. I'm going to come," he groaned as her hand picked up speed. Tension that been wound so tightly was released as he grunted, spilling onto her chest. He sighed in relief, eyes fluttering.

Mila smiled, as he reached over for a tissue. He kneeled down, cleaning her gently.

"I did good?" she asked.

"That was so hot," he said, leaning in for a deep kiss. "You did so good. Such a good girl, letting me have pleasure first. Are you okay?"

She wiggled, "I'm okay, but I need you." She brought his hand to her panties so he could feel the dampness.

He chuckled with dark satisfaction. "Lay down and let me help you out."

She did as she was told, lifting her hips so she was completely bare to him. The cool air was a relief to her heated skin.

"You're soaked, making a mess, aren't you?" he asked, running his hand along her folds and bringing his finger to his mouth to suck.

He easily inserted that finger and she gasped, hips thrusting up. He slid in a second, her wetness dripping off his hand and hitting the floor.

He brought his mouth closer, before running his tongue alongside his fingers.

"Buck," she yelled, unable to resist wiggling at the new sensation. She was so close. "I need more."

"Come for me," he coaxed, knowing she would probably forget to ask.

He moved faster, his tongue finding that sensitive bud that threw her over the edge. She cried out, waves of release easing the tension she had been holding in.

She could feel herself spasm a bit, and Buck leaned up, opting to kiss her cheek.

"You always come so pretty for me," he cooed.

She gave a lazy smile, drifting off to a warm and serene place.

Buck stood to get a rag, shrugging back on his briefs as he went.

He cleaned Mila gently.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He pulled her into his lap, "You're welcome. You did so good tonight. I'm so proud of you." He nuzzled her face, blissed out and full of love.