here is a little story about answering the most important question of all.
The One – Part Three
(Start with Part One)
And the more she thought about it, the more she dared herself to think of the future, of a lifetime together with him, of that biological clock and of every little desire that normally would’ve spun her head in circles. But before he ever crossed the threshold of the front door of the farm house, Rose knew that not only was her head about to be spun by him again but also her senses and every other part of her being.
Oh, my. The welcome home was the only reason she ever allowed him to leave the horse farm on business trips, to begin with.
“I missed ya horribly, Rosie,” Emmitt whispered in her ear, sending warm breath down the side of her neck and onto her sternum.
“I missed you too, Daddy,” Rose whispered back, her voice already turning little but with a steadily-growing lustful tone.
“An’ I was so worried,” Emmitt admitted as he set her to her feet and began to slowly back her up towards the island table in the center of the kitchen.
“Why?” Rose asked with a tone now added a breathy quality to its lustfulness.
They both knew there would be no further work done on the horse farm for the rest of that day or of the coming night. There were far more important things that needed to be done … again … and again … and again … until neither of them could do anything more. Time wasn’t the issue, nor interruptions. They had the rest of life to pace out. But then again, there was no better time than the present. And sometimes, pacing things only put off the pleasure that could be enjoyed as opposed to finding longevity. In other words, it was going to feel very good. It was wanted. It was needed. And it was time.