Page 7 of Stripped Down at the Fair (Sweetheart County Fair #2)

CATE

I t wasn’t as bad as I expected.

Okay, so I’d expected it to feel like a knife was stabbing me in that part of my body. Instead, it was a sharp pain. It hurt, but it wasn’t excruciating.

Maybe touching myself helped. I found the small nub that had brought me so much pleasure minutes ago.

My clit. I knew what it was called, and I probably should’ve explored it on my own.

It at least would’ve prepared me for what an orgasm felt like.

But now, I was glad I waited. I was glad Dustin had given me my first-ever orgasm.

Trust me.

Those two words had gone straight to my heart. They were about more than reducing the pain by touching myself. They were about believing that he’d keep me safe, no matter what.

And yes, I trusted him. With all my heart.

My mind drifted back to the present—to what he was doing to me and what I was doing to myself. It didn’t feel good yet, but the pain was making it hard to feel anything else.

I wasn’t sure which came first, the pain getting easier or the pleasure intensifying. All I knew was things were starting to tingle again. How was it already a familiar feeling when it had only happened once before? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

When I dared to open my eyes briefly, I saw Dustin above me, his expression a mask of complete concentration. That was when I knew he was doing everything in his power to keep from coming too soon.

Surely, he wasn’t waiting for me. Was he waiting for me? I couldn’t come again, especially not when I was in pain.

Or maybe I could. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him moving in and out of me. The sound of his heavy breathing and the woodsy smell of him. Everything about Dustin just screamed masculinity, and I found it sexier than anything I could imagine.

Sounds were coming from somewhere, and finally a part of me registered that I was the one making them. Whimpers and cries as my pussy clenched around his shaft. Then my entire body was on fire as I rode the wave of my second-ever orgasm.

I let out one long cry, then went silent as my body came back down. That was when I peeked again and found him staring at me, eyes wide open, a heat like nothing I had ever seen from him darkening that steely stare.

I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him deeper, which brought a fresh wave of pain, but I didn’t care. This was all about him. All about making him feel as good as he’d made me feel.

I kept my eyes on him as he thrust in and out, still careful not to go too deep, even though I knew he wanted to. His clenched jaw and deep breaths would fuel my fantasies for years.

But I wouldn’t have to fantasize. He’d be there, making love to me as often as I wanted. He’d be the only person I made love to for the rest of time.

He let out a cry so loud, I was sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius could hear it. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, people would probably assume it was a wild animal, and they wouldn’t be all that wrong. I brought out the wild animal in my man, and I was proud of it.

Finally, we collapsed onto the bed, both out of breath and exhausted. He reached over and took my hand in his, entwining his fingers with mine.

And that was how we drifted off to sleep. Hand in hand, smiles on our faces, exhausted from lovemaking. Two people who managed to find each other, despite being from completely different worlds.