“I was about to come outside, love. You miss me?” he asked, turning around in my arms and spreading his legs so our crotches fit comfortably together. He placed his hands in the back pockets of my jeans and massaged my ass.
“Always do,” I replied, and leaned in to kiss his lips, still wet from the liquid he’d drunk. Tyler angled his head and our mouths slid together in the way we loved best.
Our relationship had only gotten better with time. The love between us kept growing, expanding into something that took my breath away daily. I loved Tyler, and he loved me. He showed me how much in the way he loved our land, our home, our frolics together in the woods, the way he loved me in bed. Speaking of which…
I broke our kiss. “Hey, you gonna fuck me tonight?”