I don’t even remember how we got here, but before I know it, Wes drops me on the bed and he begins stripping his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. I had already lost my sweater earlier, so I sit up and peel off my tank top, leaving me in just a strapless bra. Wes’s eyes light up and he crawls into bed on top of me.

“Is it in bad taste to tell you that I’ve been thinking about this moment since the alleyway?” I admit to him.

“No, I’ve been thinking about it too. All the damn time.”His lips brush against the mounds of my breasts as he slides his arm behind my back and undoes the hooks on my bra. The bra releases and he pushes it to the side and captures one of my hard nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.

“Oh god, Wes. Oh, that feels so good.”

He takes his lips off my body for a second, “You haven’t felt good yet, baby girl.” He looks up at me as he continues to make his way down my body, He uses his tongue to trace a line from the bottom of my breasts, past my belly button, and right to the edge of my jeans. “May I?”

“Yes, oh god yes.”

He undoes my jeans and pulls them down, lifting my hips up in the process. Once they are all the way off it bites down on the edge of my underwear and pulls them off with his teeth. I hear him growl as he spreads open my legs. I look down at him, watching the way his eyes grow dark as he looks between my legs.

He uses his thumb to massage my clit and I can feel the flood gates of my pussy open and I’m sure that he can see how wet I have gotten. He spreads open my lips just a bit and slides his flattened tongue from bottom to top, ending with a swirling action around my clit.

“Mmmm...yes, Wes.”

“Sweet vanilla,” He muffles in between my legs before going back to burying his tongue into my pussy as deep as he can. I relax my legs so they open wider and he slides his hands under my ass pulling me towards him. He devours my pussy like he’s hungry and it is his only chance of survival. I grab his thick hair in my hands and hold it tight as my entire body begins to shake.

“Oh, Wes….oh...oh….yesssssss.”

My back lifts off the bed and even though he tries to hold me down, my body has a mind of its own right now. I can feel myself clenching down on his tongue that is still buried deep in me. I’ve never felt a tongue so damn strong. Finally, he sits back on his ankles and wipes off his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste like sweet vanilla, darling.”

I let out a small giggle, “I’ve never had anybody tell me that before.”

“Well, maybe they weren’t as lucky as me.”

“Speaking of lucky.” I take my foot and rub it over his visible erection in his pants. He grins at me and moves my foot back down.

“Are you trying to tell me something, darling?”

I innocently shrug my shoulder, “I’m trying to tell you that I would very much like it if you put that to good use.”

“Uh-huh, and you’re ready to go again?” He says as he runs his hands up and down my bare legs.

“I was born ready.” That gets a big grin out of him. Wes unbuttons his pants and slides them and his boxers off. He stands in front of the bed stroking himself and I can’t help but to stare at the large specimen in front of me and I’m not talking about Wes himself, I’m talking about that large cock he’s got in his hands.

“I know, it’s big,” he says when he catches me staring.

“Don’t be too cocky,” I attempt to retort, knowing that it is pointless.

“Cocky...huh?” He climbs on top of me and I spread my legs to welcome him in. He kisses my neck and them back up to my lips. I can feel him pressing against my inner thigh and there is even a bit of wetness from some precum that has formed at the tip.

He leans down and whispers into my ear, “Holly, you got any protection in here, darling?”

“Top drawer.” I point over to my nightstand and he opens it up and lets out a snicker.

“We need to talk little girl.” I look over at him and he’s holding up a pink vibrator.

I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m a single woman with needs and I don’t always have a big cowboy to take care of those needs. “What? Like you never take care of yourself.”

He set it back down and rips open the new box of condoms. He crawls back over to me and climbs between my legs once again. He rolls the condom down his long shaft and lines himself up. “I would much rather take care of you.”

“I would like that too.”

“You’re so gorgeous, Holly.”

“You’re damn sexy, Wes. I’ve wanted this for two weeks now. Please.”

He slowly slides himself into me and there is a tinge of pain because it has been a while since I’ve had sex. He stops and looks at me, but I nod and he kisses my lips and continues to slide in. Keeping a nice medium pace, he thrusts in and out and it doesn’t take long for my body to adjust to his large size.

“Damnit baby girl you are so tight around me.”

“Sounds like it fits just perfectly then.”

“Damn straight it does.” Wes leans down and kisses me again and his thrusting increases as our kissing becomes deeper. His tongue is in an all-out wrestling match with mine and although I don’t think there will be any declared winner, we both are going to leave feeling like champions. Wes lifts my hips up just slightly and he thrusts hit right onto my g spot.

“Oh god, right there, Wes..oh god...oh god.”

“Shit, I’m almost there Holly just hold on a bit darling.”

His thrusts become more hurried and needy. I’m trying to hold myself off for him, but the more he hits my g spot the less I can take it and I just let go into another orgasm. “Wes….oh yes Wes!”

“Oh shit...oh shit….”

My pussy clenches up tight against Wes’s hard cock and he comes enough that would have filled my entire body as it not been for the condom. He keeps thrusting through his orgasm until he finally stops and falls over onto the bed next to me. I roll over and lay my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around my shoulder and plays with my hair. I softly trace my fingers over the intricate tattoo that he has on his chest.

“I didn’t realize you had any tattoos.”

“I guess I could say the same about you.” His other hand comes around and touches the pocket watch with the dove design on it that I have tattooed on my hip bone.

“I got it after my parents passed away. My dad always carried a pocket watch that my grandfather had passed down to him. And my mom loved doves, they thought they were the most peaceful animal.”

“That’s beautiful.” His lips brush against my ear.

“What about you? What do yours mean?”

“It’s the brand of the ranch. All our animals get this brand and since I’m a lifer, I decided to get it tattooed. My brothers all have matching ones. We tried to convince my dad, but he said no.”

“It looks cool. Although I’m sure the actual brand wouldn’t have looked as cool.”

He chuckles, “No, I don’t think so and that would have hurt like a fucking bitch.”

“What about this one?” I touch the tattoo on his other side, next to his heart, that is a dark yellow half-moon.”

He takes my hand and moves it down his chest, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? People don’t get tattoos for no reason.”

“It’s just personal, that’s all,” he quips.

“Oh. Okay.” Taking the hint, I roll off of him and he gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom to toss the condom and clean up. I make my way into the bathroom behind him, wrapping my arms around him from behind and kissing his back. “I’m going to get in real quick, you want to shower too?”

“No, I’m good.” He turns around and kisses my temple and walks back out to the bedroom while I take a quick shower and wrap myself up in a robe after drying off. I walk back into the bedroom and Wes already has his clothes on.

“Oh, hey. I swear I was going to wait for you to get out of the shower.” He panics, knowing that he got caught trying to rush out.

“Yeah, of course. I made a chocolate cake for dessert.” I stand with my towel wrapped around my body, feeling the chill in the bedroom as he refuses to make eye contact with me.

“That sounds really good, but I’ve got to get going, Holly.”

I wave him off like it is no big deal, “Oh, of course. I guess I need to as well, early mornings and all that.’

I follow Wes out to the living room, still wearing just the towel, where he grabs his keys. He turns and looks at me and once again I just cannot read his expression. He looks like he’s thinking about something, but what?

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. I’ll text you later, okay?”

He pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head before turning away and heading out the door and down the stairs. I don’t know what happened, but the mood changed. Was that too soon? Does he think I’m some floozy that does that with everybody? After he leaves, I go into the bedroom and get changed into some pajamas and then begin to clean up the dishes from dinner and get everything put away, about an hour after Wes leaves my phone dings. He’s probably home. I plop down on my bed and read the text.

Wes: Hey Holly. I had a great time tonight, but I took things further than I planned. You’re such a great woman and you deserve more than what I can give you right now. I’m so sorry.

I reread the message over and over again until the tears blind my vision. It was just one date, it shouldn’t have meant much, but the heavy chest pain I’m feeling right now begs to differ.