Chapter 5
Raine”s not joking when he says the place is small. Inside the little cabin is just one big room, with a door leading to a bathroom that looks like it was built on much later than the cabin”s original construction.
A counter with a sink runs part-way along one wall, serving as the entirety of the kitchen, it seems. Next to the counter is a free-standing, wood-burning stove that stands on a brick hearth to give it some height. A small table and some chairs are the only furniture to be seen.
”I kinda expected just one bed.” I laugh nervously, wondering what his plan is for the evening as he makes another trip out to truck.
”Even better,” he says, kicked the door closed behind him as he drops the bundles he just carried in on the floor by the stove, ”Just one floor. Lots of blankets.”
Raine grins at me while I stare at the open space at my feet and take note of the pile of sleeping bags and blankets he just tossed there. He crosses the short distance between us till he”s standing close enough that his broad chest grazes my nipples.
His fingers reach to cup my chin and lift my head to his and those wicked lips meet mine again. This time the kiss is deeper, slower, more patient but still hungrier than the one he laid on me before we left the cafe parking lot.
The chill in the cabin is forgotten, Kay”s guilt tripping and gaslighting fade into the distance.
There”s only the silence of the small cabin, the stillness of the winter forest twilight outside, and the growing need waking up inside me as Raine claims my mouth with his.
”I”m going to start a fire.” He doesn”t even break the kiss completely, his lips are still touching mine when he whispers the words in a dark, throaty voice that makes me think that, surely, he already has.
But he means in the stove. It”s not until he puts space between us again that I snap out of my daze.
”I can lay out the blankets.” I volunteer, getting busy with unfurling several thick, flannel-lined sleeping bags and unfolding the softer, fleece blankets and layering them in a palette that turns the hardwood floor into a luxurious nest while Raine gets a fire roaring in the stove.
It”s not long before the cabin is warmed up, but I”m way ahead of the air temperature.
”You really never tried...stuff?” Raine asks, a smirk on his lips beneath the beard as he blazes lingering kisses down my throat and along my collar bone.
Shifting my body in the nest of blankets, I move toward him, giving him better access to any part of me he might want to touch. Because I want Raine to touch me-- everywhere.
”A little stuff,” I admit, feeling weirdly apologetic about my lack of experience.
I wish I knew how to take control right now. I want to impress this man, make him see me as more than just a nervous little girl who”s hoping he”ll show her what she”s been missing. I want Raine to see me as a woman-- a woman that he could consider more than a fling with.
His lips twist into an inquisitive expression. Propping himself up on his elbow and bracing his head on his hand, he drags the other along my body slowly.
”A little,” he repeats, ”how much is ”a little?””
His fingers pull at my blouse where it tucks into the waist of my jeans till it comes free, allowing his fingers to skim along the sensitive skin of my belly where a kaleidoscope of butterflies has taken flight.
Raine dips his head down to mine for another kiss, this one soft and fleeting, and then he”s looking down at me from that casual pose again while his hand casually skims up my ribs and over the padded cup of my bra.
”How ”bout this?”
His voice is a husky whisper, his eyes darkened in the firelit cabin as his thumb glides over my hardened nipple beneath the lace of my bra.
”Kinda?” I gasp out, fighting the urge to arch my back into his touch.
A smile stretches his lips, laughter teasing the lines at the corners of his eyes.
”How do you ”kinda” get to second base, baby girl?”
Raine”s fingers tease along the edge of the lace before pushing beneath it to cup my entire breast firmly, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I lose my grip on whatever pretense of calm I was playing at, gasping sharply and pushing toward him, aching for more.
”Mmm, what about this?”
Raine lowers his face, pulling my blouse up high till it bunches around my neck, and takes my nipple in his mouth.
Oh fuck. My hands wrap around his head, pulling him tight, praying he doesn”t stop.
Raine
April arches her back,feeding her breast to me, and I eagerly accept. Her fingers slide through my hair and her body twists to press itself against me in ways that have me fighting to keep my control.
She”s nearly a decade younger than I am, it stands to reason she”d be less experienced but I hadn”t been prepared for her to be so inexperienced. When she”d mentioned not having tried much when she was out partying with her friend, I thought she”d meant she hadn”t gotten crazy-- hadn”t gotten into some of the more experimental situations that some girls seek out at that age.
The woman writhing under my touch right now is one that”s experiencing a man”s touch for the first time. The truth of it slams into me as my fingers trail over the soft skin of her stomach on the way to a new destination.
April”s innocent...she”s mine,and she”s going to be all mine.
My mouth moves to her other nipple, pulling it between my teeth and suckling till it”s just as hard as I left the first one while I blindly work the buttons on her jeans and push my hand under the stretchy denim.
April gasps when my fingers slide over the soft cotton panties that have been hiding under her jeans.
She”s got one hand trapped between us still, but the other slides down my neck and across my shoulder. Her fingers trace the muscles of my arm as I work my fingers between her legs.
”What about this?” I have to leave her delicious breasts to whisper in her ear, but the garbled sound of April confirming that this is new for her makes it worth it.
My dick is harder than I can remember it ever being, straining against the barrier of my belt, ready to answer the curvy woman under me that”s begging to be claimed properly. But I”m not about to rush this. Even though it means torturing us both, I”m going to savor every one of April”s firsts as we cross them off the list-- one. by. one.
”Was that a ”no,” baby girl?” I tease against her ear, sliding my fingers along the seam of her sex through the cotton that”s thoroughly soaked through.
Aprils” eyelashes flutter, her lips are red and bruised from my kisses, her skin flushed with need and whisker-burn.
”Yes.” She moans, bucking her hips to push her mound to meet my strokes. Her body is so needy already. It”s killing me not to strip us both down and sink my shaft deep in her slick heat.
”Yes? You let some idiot boy touch your pussy before?”
I know the answer already, but my possessive asshole self wants to hear her say it out loud for me. Slipping my fingertip under the edge of her panties, I touch her bare sex and there”s no holding back the groan that makes its way out of my throat when I feel the wet heat of her bare skin for the first time.
”Tell me, April,” I rasp into the hollow of her throat, ”who else has touched this pussy?”
”Just you,” she whispers somewhere above me as my mouth makes its way down her body. ”You”re the first bo-- man-- who”s ever touched me there, Raine.”
”Good girl.” It”s more of something I”m thinking to myself, loving that she saved herself for me even if she didn”t know it, but April gives up a sweet little moan when she hears the words whispered against her skin that has my dick twitching with need.
If my girl likes hearing me praise her, I”ll make sure to never stop telling her all the ways she”s being good for me.
Right now, it”s time to get rid of the layers of clothing that are keeping us apart. I need to feel April”s skin on mine.
Patience is out the damn window, for both of us, it seems. April”s working just as hard at yanking both layers of t-shirts off of me as I am at unbuttoning the pretty little flowered blouse she”s wearing, doing my best not to rip the soft fabric that”s catching on my calloused fingers.
I”m working blind for a few seconds as she tugs both shirts over my head as one but then she”s shimmying out her blouse over her head with a giggle without waiting for me to finish with the buttons.
”Impatient?”
”Worried you”re going to rip it off me,” she says, tossing our discarded clothes aside while I make quick work of the hooks on her bra.
Those heavy tits swing free finally, landing in my eager hands and overflowing my palms while I knead them freely now.
”Baby, these are fucking perfect.”
Knocking April back into the blankets, I crawl over her, caging her beneath me so I can get better access to her.
She bucks her hips under me and presses her mound against my hard shaft, tilting her hips so I can feel the hot center of her even though the jeans we”re both still wearing.
”Missing my fingers, darling?” I smile between her breasts that I”ve been enjoying having unobstructed access to but she”s making it pretty fucking obvious that she needs my attention somewhere else.
”Yes,” she mumbles shyly, then gives me another one of those delicious little moans when I rub a firm stroke along her center with the full length of the hard ridge beneath my zipper.
”Can”t have that needy little pussy feelin” neglected, can we? Let”s see if we can find something better than just my fingers to keep it satisfied.”
There”ll be lots of times when I”ll get to slowly kiss my way down her entire body, right now, my girl needs some release and I”m determined to give it to her.