Page 63 of Sunny Undone

And it’s never felt better. Because almost any man can make the average woman come with a bit of effort. But it’s harder for the thinkers. The worriers. Della is so in her head. And it’s my fucking privilege to get her out of it.

I ease my fingers out of her slowly and suck them clean before I stand up to kiss her. “Love the way you come,” I admit honestly.

Della smiles, come-drunk. “Me too.”

I take my cut off and hang it over a fallen tree branch. Then, I take off my T-shirt and lay it down on the dirt. “Come ‘ere,” I say, taking her hand. I help her lie down on the ground so her exposed ass is on my T-shirt. “You look delicious.”

Her cheeks flush a little at the compliment, and she moves her forearm over her eyes. “I’m sure I look gauche.”

I pull a condom out of my cut and roll it on. “Given I don’t know what that means, I can’t say if I agree or disagree, Indy.”

Once I have it on, I drop to my knees as best I can, given my jeans and belt are rattling around my ankles.

Della wraps her arms around my neck. “This is the first time I’ve had sex outside. I don’t want to get caught.”

I smile at her honesty. “Then, let me make it quick.” I line my cock up between us, and I know I have to work my way into her. But I suck in a breath. “Fuck. That first inch when I sink the tip,” I mumble. “So fucking good.”

It feels so good, I don’t even fully penetrate her, at first. Just slide and rub my wet tip over her clit.

Her hips flinch as I do.

Some women have complained I’m too big. That it’s too much. Della doesn’t.

I sink into her and pull it all the way out again. While I pride myself on my control, I have absolutely none right now. All I want to do is use the tip of my cock to fuck her.

“Gonna end up addicted…to your pussy,” I manage to say.

“Good,” Della whispers in my ear, threading her fingers through my hair to kiss me so gently, I barely know where my body ends and hers starts.

Finally, the urge gets too great, and I thrust into her, hard. “Fuck,” I say, but it sounds as though there are twenty u’s in it. “Even better than the last time.”

“Might need a best of three to decide,” she gasps, and despite myself, I chuckle, but then, my breathlessness gets the better of me and I nearly choke.

“Clever girl.”

But I’m not sure even three times will be enough, because it floors me what Della is becoming to me so quickly. I didn’t see her coming. Not literally, obviously, because I just saw and felt her come all over my fingers. Didn’t know anything was missing in my life until this strange and brilliant woman ran into the road and asked me to get her out of there. I thought my life was already an adventure with bikes and brothers. Going wherever the road took me and collecting things that got left behind.

Then, Della happened, and it wasn’t like there was a door open in my heart for a woman to walk through it. And yet, here we are. Her body pressed tight against mine. The little sounds she makes when I touch her just right. When she trusts me enough to let go and let me fuck her out here with the sun above us.

Jesus Christ.

I close my eyes, for a second, and bury my face against her neck, overwhelmed by how good she feels as I press into her.

How good all of this feels.

Not just the sex.

That’s the part that catches me off guard; even this has happened so fucking fast.

I was just so goddamn happy to see her on the trail. Because today, I’d been wondering how I was going to feel if Della truly had wandered out of my life permanently.

It’s no surprise I didn’t like the answer.

Because she continues to be the adventure I didn’t know I needed.

“Sunny,” she whispers. “You don’t need to wait for me. I’m not gonna come twice.”

And I can’t decide if that’s the truth or a dare. But I know it’s probably in her head that someone’s gonna come down the trail.