Chapter 7 #2
With a single, deliberate movement, Mac lowered himself onto her, his heavy, warm body covering her completely, and then some.
He slid his hands under her arms, her shoulders, and held her head with his hands as he lowered his head down.
A thrill shot through her. He held her immobile as he kissed his way up her neck, taking her earlobe between his lips.
"You feel good," he whispered.
His hot breath in her ear sent a ribbon of pleasure through her. Her nipples pebbled into hard beads. She arched, no longer in control of her body. He whispered. She moved.
He moved his hands back down and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her against him, making her gasp at the sudden intensity. The weight of his body, the way he claimed her with each movement, was a lot. But it was perfect.
The ridge of his hardness slid in her wetness. She angled her hips, seeking the caress he provided. When he glided over her clit, her lower body trembled in his hands.
An ache grew inside of her. She wanted him to touch that deep spot within her.
She moaned into his mouth. He pressed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
Her eyes rolled back. She rubbed her hands down his chest, over his ribs, and back up again.
He was like this impassable force. She barely knew him.
He guarded the world he'd built on the mountain, not explaining or excusing his way of life, but also not letting her in.
But the small ways he included himself in her world, like looking after her safety and helping her get video clips, caught her attention. She sensed he never involved himself with the campers who visited his mountain.
He took his mouth off her lips and kissed her along her jawline. She arched her neck, giving him better access. He found her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth.
"Easy now," he whispered.
His cock pushed against her. Automatically panting, there was resistance. Her thoughts spun. She wasn't a virgin. She wasn't shy. She had a high sex drive. She wasn't a small woman.
He slipped in. She exhaled in relief, a giddiness taking over before quickly leaving as the stark reality of having him inside her hit.
"That's it." He moved back and forth.
Her legs tightened around his hips. She couldn't move because of his weight. But that wasn't important because all his focus was on her.
He moved for her. His weight held her down, letting her know that he would take care of her.
She raised her hands and sank her fingers into his hair.
Every time he exhaled on her skin, her pussy spasmed tighter. She'd never had any of these feelings without touching her clit, but here he was, driving her to an orgasm by rubbing his body against her, impaling her fully.
He fit so perfectly, making her happy. She mewed. The last time she felt this ecstatic was when she found an oversized sweatshirt that actually turned out to be too big on her.
Mac went up on his hands. She trailed her fingers down his arms and grabbed his biceps. God, he was big.
Like an ocean wave, he moved, his cock never leaving her. Back and forth, he rolled on top of her. His body rubbed against her clit.
She panted, caught up in her arousal. Squeezing her eyes closed, she held on to Mac and let herself go. His muscles bulged underneath her hands. His whiskers caressed her neck. His soft grunts filled her head.
Being with him intoxicated her. He was so different. So mysterious. So sexy.
Thunder filled the room.
Mac moved faster. Her lower stomach tightened, trying to meet each thrust, but he'd pinned her to the bed.
At his mercy. She couldn't stop herself. Everything clustered inside of her. Squeezing him. Coating him until it seemed as if all her energy spiraled inside of her and exploded.
"Oh, God." A shudder rolled up her spine.
Her body contorted under the pressure. She strained beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.
Mac groaned, plunging fully inside of her and holding still. His muscles bunched, and then his head fell to the crook of her neck.
He placed a soft kiss on her skin and then rolled off her. A chill went through her at the loss of his warmth covering her.
Breathing heavily, she pursed her lips and quieted the noise.
Lightning flashed, temporarily making the room glow before plunging them into darkness. She'd forgotten about the storm.
"Dad?"
She sucked in her breath and sat up in bed, scrambling blindly for the dress that Mac had taken off her. He got out of bed.
Finding her panties, she slid them on. She'd forgotten about his son.
"It's okay." Mac grabbed her arm. "I'll go out. Hop back in bed. You can go to your cabin in the morning once the storm is over."
She hugged herself, trying to cover her bare breasts and failing. "Okay," she whispered.
He put on his jeans and slipped out of the room. She hurried to the door and placed her ear against the wood, trying to hear their conversation, but she couldn't catch any sound over the pounding of the rain against the metal roof.
She blew out her breath. It was hard enough to handle having sex with someone who was almost a stranger. How was she going to get out of his cabin without his son seeing her?
Shuffling her feet toward the bed, she collapsed on the mattress, pulling the blanket over her mostly naked body. Tomorrow, when she could see in the room, she'd find her clothes and get out of there before Mac's son woke up.
It would save them all from embarrassment.