Chapter 6 #2
I ease her other leg up, cocking it. From this angle, her pussy is just visible in the mirror.
It’s breathtaking, soaked, a little swollen.
I spit in my palm and wet her entrance, just for good measure.
Then, I take hold of my cock by the base and guide the tip inside her.
She gasps, eyes fixed between her thighs.
I’m watching her reaction, arousal surging in my groin.
Her cunt stretches to take me, and this time, she doesn’t tense up.
Slowly, inch by inch, we watch together as I slide inside her pussy.
Searing heat, all the way up. She’s so fucking perfect, I have to take a beat.
Her inner muscles grip me hard, pulsing.
Her head falls back and to the side, watching where our bodies join.
I fit, but barely.
She’s an indescribable feeling. Even with the condom, I’m right on the edge.
It’s something else, something I can’t quite put my finger on, like there was a part of me that was off-center, and now, it’s back in place.
But that makes no sense right now. So, I brace my knee and draw halfway out, easing back in with a slow stroke.
Our eyes connect. She flutters her lashes, telling me she likes it.
“Watch,” I order.
She rolls her head back over, eyes dreamy. Her hand rests on my side. I think she’s feeling the roll of muscle as I thrust. Whatever it is, I like it.
“You feel good,” she says.
I bend, kissing between her breasts. “You feel better.”
Somehow, we’re kissing again. I go from fucking gently to rutting my hips between her thighs, pumping into her so hard, she’s dripping onto the sheets.
Fuck not kissing my hookups—there’s no way in hell I can stop myself.
She tastes so good, and the pure energy that surges in me, through us both, when we kiss is enough to make me drunk.
I am. I’m drunk on this woman.
That’s alright. We can sort through everything tomorrow. But for right now, I think I’m feeling chemistry for the first time, and it’s like every cold nerve in my body is alight. A bonfire on a snowy mountain. A signal to the parts of me that never got a chance to light up before tonight.
I slide my hand between us and touch her clit in quick circles, building her with every thrust. She gasps as she comes, a hot breath against my mouth.
The stutter of her hips when she orgasms, the sensation of her clamped down on me, is too much.
I brace my forehead between her breasts and let my own pleasure roll in like a storm.
She shakes, bodies joined as deeply as they can be, until it’s over. Slowly, I lift my head.
“You alright?” I breathe.
She nods, releasing a shaky laugh. “Yeah, that was…intense.”
It goes from sweet and dirty to awkward. I pull from her and stand, trying to pretend it didn’t get as intense as it did. “Let’s shower. I want to go again.”
Her eyes widen. “How many times are you wanting?”
I glance at the clock as I strip off the condom and tie it. “Until I’m shooting blanks.”
“I don’t think that’s what that means.”
“Let’s just see how many rounds I have in the chamber,” I say, lifting her up and turning towards the bathroom. I swat her across the ass, and she yelps.
“You’re so fucking full of it,” she says, but she’s smiling.
I carry her into the bathroom, flicking on the low light. She sits on the sink like a good girl while I get the shower going. Then, she climbs in with me, arms wrapped around her body. I step underneath the spray, wiping my hair back and shaking my head.
“So what do I get?” I say.
“What?”
“You thought I couldn’t make you come,” I say. “What do I get for it?”
She lifts a brow. “You get the privilege of making me come again.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
We wash up quickly and make it out of the shower and into bed again.
I’m back inside her the minute our bodies touch the sheets.
I’ve worked a farm for a long time out west. I plow my own acres and plant my own seeds.
Tonight feels like the first warm night after the frost is over, and I am on a mission to get all the plowing in I can before the sun comes up.
Now that she’s relaxed and I can fit easily, she’s meeting me where I’m at. The bed hits the wall. I’m sweating, and it’s falling on her naked breasts. She has her sharp little nails in my back. Her hips are coming up in waves to meet my thrusts. My head is empty, and I like it that way.
If I let myself think, I’ll have to acknowledge this might be the best sex I’ve ever had.
The deepest connection I’ve felt in decades.
I kiss her open lips. When I break away, she follows my mouth, so I let her have it. It’s rare that I kiss during sex, but I can’t help it. She moans as I pull her ankles over my shoulders, going as deep as I can, plowing my hips hard.
She takes it. Every time I turn the intensity up, she meets me there. It’s way past midnight, but neither of us wants to stop. After her fourth orgasm, we break so she can have a glass of water. Then, she’s on her belly, and my dick is so deep in her, I can feel the resistance of her cervix.
She whimpers that it hurts. I breathe out that I can stop, and she tells me don’t you fucking dare, cowboy.
We’re still going at it when I see a faint streak of color on the horizon. I have her on her knees, face pressed into the bed, hand braced on her spine. The realization that I fucked her through the night sends me over the edge one last time. I sink over her body, panting as I kiss her nape.
“We need to sleep,” I say.
She whimpers. Gently, I pull my cock from her pussy and strip the condom off.
There are six others in the trash by the bed.
The room smells like good, honest sweat, latex, and cum.
I push open the window, and when I get back to the bed, she’s sound asleep.
Her pretty face is relaxed. Her body is melted into the sheets.
I lay down and curl up behind her and pull her against my chest.
I think I might ask her to stay another night.