Chapter 10 #2
But the time for slow had passed. Neither of them wanted that at the moment.
Henley’s hands returned to his pants, and she desperately tried to get them undone and shoved down. Tonka was breathing hard as he reached for his wallet. He barely got it out of his pocket before his pants were at his ankles.
The feel of Henley’s hand on his cock almost made him come right then and there. Tonka pushed her hand off him a little roughly and ordered, “Pants off, Henley. Now.”
She grinned at him and reached for her zipper. As she did that, Tonka tore open the condom he’d taken from his wallet and clenched his teeth as he pushed his underwear down just far enough to roll the thing over his throbbing cock.
The second Henley kicked off her shorts and underwear, Tonka’s hand was between her legs.
Thank fuck she was soaking wet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Especially their first time. He backed her against the door again until there was no space between them. His erection trapped against her belly.
“Jump up,” he growled as he put one hand on her ass.
Still grinning, Henley didn’t hesitate. She hopped a little, Tonka lifting her, and then she was in his arms. Bracing her against the door, he reared back a bit and reached for his cock.
It took a little maneuvering on both their parts, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the head of his cock breached her pussy.
He paused then, and swallowed hard. Tonka wanted nothing more than to shove himself inside her as far as he could get, but he couldn’t. Needed to make sure she was as desperate for him as he was for her.
Looking down, he was almost overwhelmed by how sexy the woman was.
She still had on her bra, her generous tits pushed over the cups, her nipples hard as her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths.
Her legs were spread wide around his hips, and he could see the tip of his dick just inside her body.
“Finn?” she asked. “What are you waiting for?”
“I need to make sure this is what you want.”
She chuckled, and Tonka felt the reverberations move up his cock.
“I want this,” she reassured him. “I need this. Need you. Fuck me. Please!”
That was all it took. Tonka moved before his brain could even send the proper signals to his limbs.
One second he was admiring how sexy his woman was, and the next he was balls deep inside her.
The shock of how good she felt around his cock almost made his knees buckle.
But if he fell, Henley could be hurt, so he somehow managed to stay standing.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.
“No! Hell no. Please, more. I need more!”
“Hold on to me,” Tonka ordered.
Her fingers dug into his biceps and her legs squeezed his hips even tighter.
Tonka couldn’t have held back if his life depended on it. He fucked her. Hard. Against his door. This wasn’t how he’d imagined their first time. He’d wanted to go slow, show her how much she meant to him. But they’d both been holding back their desires for a while, and this was the result.
With every thrust, Tonka felt as if he was returning to the man he’d once been. Confident. Content. Even a little cocky.
How could he not feel a little arrogant right this second? He had the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen writhing in his arms, begging for more. And if his Henley wanted more, she’d get it.
Balancing her ass on his forearm, Tonka shifted and reached between them with his free hand. The first time he flicked her clit as he pounded into her, he felt her muscles clamp down on his cock.
She jerked in his grip, thrusting her hips forward with his next thrust.
“You like that.”
It wasn’t a question.
She nodded and licked her lips as her gaze zeroed in on his face. “I like everything, Finn.”
Tonka wanted to gaze into her eyes, wanted to see them glaze over as she orgasmed, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking down as he fucked her.
The sight of his cock glistening with her copious juices as he entered and retreated from deep inside her was the most carnal thing he’d ever witnessed.
He wasn’t going to last. He’d wanted her for too long. Much longer than the five or so weeks they’d officially been dating. He’d been drawn to her the first time they’d met, but he hadn’t been ready.
He increased the pressure and speed of his thumb against her clit and couldn’t help feeling immensely satisfied by her reaction. Her hands tightened and she groaned. Her head went back and hit the door behind her, but he was pretty sure she didn’t feel any pain.
Her hips rocked rhythmically against him, and he stopped thrusting so he could concentrate on making her come. So he could feel every muscle spasm and jerk around his cock.
It didn’t take long. Her belly tightened and her back arched right before she began to shake uncontrollably. Tonka tightened his hold on her and watched in awe as she came apart in his arms. And he hadn’t been wrong. She squeezed his cock so hard, it felt as if it would break right off inside her.
His balls tightened and, amazingly, with just the feel of her coming around him, he flew over the edge himself.
Groaning, Tonka came so hard, he thought he’d never stop.
No sex in his life had ever been better.
And his masturbation sessions certainly weren’t this fulfilling.
They were both panting harshly, and he could see Henley’s heartbeat in her neck.
He never wanted to move. Wanted to stay inside her forever.
But he could feel his thighs shaking, both from the massive orgasm he’d just had and from holding Henley against the door.
Not only that, but he could feel his come leaking out of the condom and onto his balls.
He’d never come so much that he’d completely filled a condom.
Remembering that Henley wasn’t protected from pregnancy, it took every ounce of strength he had to pull out of her body. But he didn’t let go of her, simply turned and shuffled awkwardly toward the perfectly good bed in the bedroom across the cabin.
Her clothes were strewn across the floor, his keys and wallet lying forgotten in the mess, but all Tonka could think about was getting her to his bed and continuing where they’d left off.
He usually wasn’t raring to go twice in such quick succession, but he had a feeling Henley was rewriting everything he’d ever known and experienced when it came to sex.
Henley was having a hard time breathing. Or thinking. Or doing anything. Luckily, Finn seemed to be functioning a little bit better. She hated that he’d pulled out of her so quickly, but couldn’t muster up the energy to ask why.
They’d almost reached the bedroom when she roused enough to open her eyes.
And giggled at what she saw. Finn was shuffling rather than walking because his pants were still down around his ankles.
He had on his shirt, his socks and shoes, and even his underwear was hanging around his thighs.
She was naked except for her bra, which was cutting into her chest, now that she thought about it.
But somehow, the moment felt just right. Neither had been able to wait another second to be with the other. The anticipation had escalated over the last few weeks to its explosive conclusion.
And if she thought she’d feel less needy, less desperate after they’d finally had sex, she’d been wrong.
If anything, Henley wanted him even more, now that she’d experienced everything that was Finn Matlick.
In her younger days, Henley had loved sex.
But she couldn’t remember it ever being so intense.
They reached his bed, and he slowly leaned over and set her on the mattress.
She leaned back and rested her weight on her elbows as she ran her gaze up and down Finn’s body.
As she stared, he began to strip. His shirt went up and over his head, and Henley’s mouth literally watered.
She’d seen him without his shirt on before, but there was something so sexy about Finn baring himself for her now, while she was mostly naked and he’d just been inside her.
He took off his boots and pants and shoved his underwear off. Then, as she watched, he removed the condom from his still half-hard cock. Beads of come dripped from the ruddy tip as he leaned over to grab a tissue from the small table next to the bed.
Henley moved without thought. She went to her knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.
“Shit!” Finn exclaimed as she moaned deep in her throat.
Giving head had never been a favorite activity of hers, but with Finn?
She felt ravenous. One of his hands thrust into her hair, but he didn’t push her down or try to control the pace.
He simply held on as she licked and sucked every trace of the orgasm that lingered on his skin.
He tasted a little like latex and was a tad bitter, but Henley was more focused on the way his thighs shook as he separated his legs to balance himself.
How good he smelled as her nose buried itself in his pubic hair when she took him down her throat.
How the moans and groans that left his mouth sounded so desperate and needy as she pleasured him.
She used one hand to hold the base of his cock as she slurped and sucked, and the other she moved between his legs to fondle his balls. They were large and swung freely as his hips swayed with her movements. She caressed the sensitive sac and felt him grow even harder in her mouth.
She couldn’t hold back a slight smile as she bobbed up and down. Having this man at her mercy, someone larger than life, someone who could control a thousand-pound horse or cow with merely a sharp word, was empowering, and she loved every second of being on her knees in front of him.
Just when she was getting into it, when she thought she might get to experience him coming down her throat, Finn moved.