Chapter Eight
I don't let go of Sammy's hand as I drive up the winding road to my place in Bearclaw Foothills. At the neighborhood gate, we kiss while it opens like we can't get enough of each other.
I pull up to my Alpine-style cabin, where she told me to bring her so I could make love to her. Those words will forever live in my head.
“Nice place,” Sammy says.
I love that she sounds impressed. “Let me show you inside.”
I bring her in through the front door so she can see how the ceiling beams and wooden interior make the main room feel like it belongs among the pine trees.
Her eyes widen. “It's gorgeous.”
I bring my hands to the back of her head, and she hugs my middle. Our kisses feed my soul.
She eases back. “I've got to get back to my parents’ place in a few hours.”
“Then I better take you to bed.”
“Please.”
The word gives me a shot of adrenaline. I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. The hit of pain from my barely healed hamstring subsides, and I carry her to the stairs. “I like hearing you use that word, Sammy. Would you say it again?”
“Please."
"Yes?"
"Please take me to bed.”
“What else?” I ask, my foot landing on the first stair.
“Please kiss me everywhere.”
“Between your legs?” I long for her pussy. I can't stop thinking about that soft wet place. I'll take excellent care of it while I knead and squeeze her round ass.
“Yes.”
“Can I put my tongue inside your pussy?” I grunt out the words through the thick haze of horniness and the strain of wanting to run up the stairs.
“Brady, yes, please.”
I carry her into my room and place her on the edge of the bed. We take off shoes and jackets. Sammy stands in front of me and pulls off her sweater.
Underneath is a black, lacy bra. My cock aches with heaviness. I move the erection away from my zipper. The feel of my hand against my swollen shaft while I take in her pushed-up breasts and her bare shoulders and the curve of her waist is absolute heaven.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” This is what awe feels like. The woman I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks showing me her beautiful body.
I find her neck with my lips while I hold her breasts and thumb at those naughty nipples peaking up from under that lacy bra. She makes sounds that ring through me, making me hotter to fulfill every filthy idea that comes to her precious mind.
She tugs at my shirt until I’m sliding it over my head. “Your chest is amazing.” She looks me over with the kind of approval that makes me feel like the greatest fireman alive. “Where did you get all that muscle?”
“Just doing my job.”
We roll around on the bed, licking and tasting each other, and humping through our clothes. Her bra comes off, and our chests meet in the blend of hard and soft that ignites a fire inside me. Sammy ends up on top, straddling me. A swipe of her hips makes my balls rise fast.
“Stay still.” I hold her indecently perfect hips in place. “You’re going to finish me off before we even get started.”
“That would be a tragedy.” We laugh, and she’s generous enough not to move an inch.
I fiddle with her jeans’ button. “How about taking these off?”
She stands and wriggles out of her jeans. Below are black lace panties. My erection jerks. This is the stuff of dreams.
From my place on the edge of the bed, I bring her hips to my face and nuzzle her panties. She's womanly delicious. I take in a nice inhale and hum against her clit.
She grabs my hair. “Brady,” she says her voice choppy and desperate, “that feels like…. You don't know how good it feels.”
“I know how good it tastes.” I peel off her panties and leave her standing because she’s the perfect height for me to lick up through her slickness.
She moans and bobs like she’s going to fall over, then digs her hands into my scalp. How long have I waited to worship her like this?
“Brady, I can’t hold on.”
I give a long slow lick up to her clit, and she goes limp. “Come on my face. I want you to.”
Her hips loosen and rock, and she does as I ask covering me in her wetness while she gives off wild, little screams. The taste of her down my throat sends me to the edge of control.
I gaze up at her. “Can I be inside you?”
“Please.”
I bring back a condom and lube from the bathroom. Sammy waits naked on my bed, propped up against the pillows. She gives me a sleepy, seductive look that makes my heart race.
This is the woman for me. There’s no doubt in my mind. I’ve gone from being insanely attracted to her to loving her company to admiring and respecting her capacity for tenderness and volumes of grit. No woman could ever compare.
“I need you, Brady,” she says.
God, do I need her. I pull off my pants and briefs. My dick is hard and high, bulging with pure desire.
Sammy’s eyes widen. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
“Yeah?” I sit on the side of the bed and roll the condom over my dick. I add a layer of lube to the outside. No need for Sammy to get uncomfortable with my size.
She opens her legs, and I sit between them on my knees.
“Brady,” she moans and rolls her hips.
I run my fingers over her shiny wet pussy. “Whatever you want, Sammy.”
"You. Please."
I lift her hips with one arm and enter her slowly, taking in every inch of slide. Hitched to the hilt, my brain buzzing, my blood racing, I catch her eyes. She’s openness and love. God, I want to make her happy. This better be good for her.
“Brady,” she whimpers. “Take me any way you want.”
“Are you sure?” I could break her in two I want her so badly.
She drags her nails up my back. “Yes.”
That's all the permission I need. My body’s primal logic takes over. I thrust into her like a wild beast while she claws at my skin and lets out these amazing little screams.
I keep up the pace and watch the orgasm consume her. Her back arches. Her jaw clenches. Her pussy milks me. I stare deep into her sex-drenched eyes and thrust hard. The build-up in my balls is too much to resist, and I release the whole of me into her beautiful cunt.
I make sure to hold tight to the condom when I withdraw. After tossing my load into the bathroom trash, I lie down beside her.
“I wish we had all night,” she says, searching my gaze.
“Me, too.” I haven’t gotten enough of her. I don’t know that I could ever get enough of her. We kiss open-mouthed and hungry. Her tongue’s caress sends blood straight back into my dick. “Do you parents mind you getting home a little later?”
“They don’t care as long as I’m with you. They adore you.”
The praise makes my head spin. “And their daughter?”
“She’s caught feelings. But nothing compared to her parents.” She giggles and reaches under the cover. Lightly, she strokes my hard cock.
Groaning, I thrust into her hand. She swirls the tip and gives me a hit of head-spinning neediness. I open my eyes to her lying on my pillow, her lips parted with quick breaths. “I take it you’ve got time for round two?”
“Yes."
“Will you ride me?”
She nods.
With my dick sheathed, I hold her hips while she lowers herself. I don't want to blink. I've spent my life waiting to see the perfect woman riding my dick.
Her eyes roll back, and her tits bounce with each upward thrust. I give her nipples light twists and short strokes. I reach her clit, and she swings her hips forward to meet my touch.
"Please, Brady."
"Yes, Sammy. For you, anything." I circle her clit and ecstasy overtakes her, twisting her so she has no choice but to dig her fingers into my forearms to keep from falling.
Fuck, I'm proud of myself. I pound upward, driving deep inside while we stare at each other in awe. The orgasm consumes me. I'm left empty, in a state of bliss that only comes from being with the woman I love.
“This is a new neighborhood,” Sammy remarks as I pull out of the Bearclaw Foothills gate.
“They started building about a decade ago, a few years before I got here. It’s mostly seasonal owners and vacation rentals. We get more traffic in the summer than the winter.”
“Do you stay here all winter?”
“Most of it. I’ve got a few rentals of my own in the neighborhood.
They fill up in the wintertime, too. The Fire Authority gives us extended vacation in January and February.
I usually go back to Seattle to spend time with the family and do some work things.
We’ll have to hold our ice-skating competition before I go. ”
She laughs. “Whenever you like, Mr. Wilkinson, it’s game on.” She tilts her head the way she does when she wants information. “So, you work in Seattle?”
“I own a few businesses with my brother-in-law. He does all the heavy lifting. I’m just the investor.”
“Do you miss home?”
I find her hand in her lap, and we intertwine our fingers on her thigh. This feels like home. The conversation, the sex, us sharing space. It’s everything I want in a home.
“I’ll always love Seattle. It’s not too far from here.
Easy to visit. My family spends a lot of time in Whispering Pines.
My sisters and their families are here every summer for a few weeks.
My brother lives in New York, and he comes out with whichever chick he’s dating.
My parents prefer being here in winter. They’re into cross-country skiing. ”
“Do they stay with you?”
“Nope. That’s what the rentals are for.” I squeeze her hand. “But you can stay anytime.” I raise my brows suggestively.
She returns with an equally suggestive look. “In your bed?”
“Damn right.”
“I like that idea.” She runs her thumb along mine. “This has been an incredible night.”
“I’ll be off in a few days. We can get together again, if that works for you.”
“It does.”
I walk Sammy to the door of her parents' house and kiss her goodnight under the porch light like we’re teenagers. So quickly, I sink into the feel of her lips and her body pressed to mine. She runs her fingers through the back of my hair into my scalp. I'm left with a fresh wave of need.
“I better let you get inside,” I say. “I know you believe in digital detoxes, but do you also text?”
“I do plenty of texting.”
“Can I text you while I’m at the firehouse?”
“I'd love that.”
“And if you see anything suspicious here or at your place, or anywhere in town, you’ve got to let me know and call the police right away.”
“I promise I’ll be on full alert.”
We kiss again, holding each other tight. “Sleep tight, Sammy,” I say as we ease away.
“You, too, Brady.”
I stay on the porch until I see the lights come on inside. How am I going to make it through two days of not seeing her? Between worrying about her and wanting her, it’s going to be torture.
But, damn, I'm happy to have that kind of torture in my life.