RAY
We were an uncoordinated tangle of limbs as I did my best to navigate our bodies through the dark house.
We managed to only knock over one thing in our haste to make it to my bedroom, but we ping-ponged our way down the hallway, stopping to kiss each other breathless every few feet against the nearest wall.
Once the floodgates had been opened, there was no stopping the relentless passion between us. We were feral with need for each other, and as we stepped into my bedroom and the door shut behind us with a soft snick, the finality of the situation sank in.
Wade stood across the room, leaning his back against my door, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he held himself back. I flicked on one of the bedside lamps, bathing my small bedroom in a warm, sensual glow.
“I’m only going to ask one more time. Are you sure?” Wade panted, clearly at war with himself for wanting to cross this invisible line from friendship into something more.
Boldly, I took a step toward him, still ten feet or more between us.
I reached for the hem of my cotton T-shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it toward the laundry hamper in the corner.
I could see his pupils dilate with need as he took in my lace-covered breasts, nipples pebbled and begging to be touched.
Taking another step forward, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid the zipper down before sliding them off my legs and kicking them over to where I’d just thrown my shirt.
I wasn’t worried about whether they had made it in the laundry basket; that was tomorrow’s problem.
Right now, my focus was getting underneath Wade Daniels and finally taking what I so desperately craved.
His breathing had been reduced to shuddering pants as I took another step closer to him, now only about an arm’s length away.
I reached behind me, undoing the clasp on my bra and sliding the straps from my shoulders slowly, tossing it among the growing pile of clothes.
His eyes tracked down from my eyes to gaze upon my breasts. There were many things I loved about my body, but my tits and ass topped that list. Coupled with the hungry way that Wade was licking his lips, I was preening under his gaze.
I noticed his fingers twitching, itching to touch me, but I wasn’t done teasing him.
Taking one last step forward, I slid my panties from my waist and twirled them around my finger as I tossed them too into the pile, a feline smile on my lips.
Standing naked, in all my feminine glory, in front of the man I loved was a potent drug. His eyes trailed over every inch of my skin, cataloging the way my body was begging for his touch.
I reached down and tenderly laced my fingers with his, squeezing three times before speaking.
“You asked me if I’m sure,” I said, raising my chin to look him directly in the eye. I guided his hand to my core, slowly sliding his fingers through the wetness that had been pooling between my thighs. A low growl left his throat as he came into contact with the evidence of my arousal.
Gliding his fingers upward, he swirled his thumb against my clit, causing me to close my eyes and a wanton moan to escape my lips.
I opened my eyes and was met with the look of a desperate man. His eyes were hooded, pupils dilated with desire, and I could tell he was holding himself back from breaking past that final barrier.
“Does that feel like I’m sure?” I asked, stepping forward until our bodies were flush, his hand trapped against my pulsing core, fingers slowly teasing my aching clit.
“Now, I’m not going to ask you again. Please fuck me, Wade.”
As if the leash on his restraint had snapped, he tugged me toward him, crashing his mouth down on firmly mine. I moaned, opening myself up to the feral way he was ravaging me. He broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt over his head and shove his jeans and boxers off his hips.
Since he hadn’t fully redressed after that stellar blow job I’d given him in the cove, it didn’t take long until we were both naked, and he was guiding me backward toward my bed.
The back of my legs hit the edge of my mattress as I sat, and I watched with rapt attention as Wade stroked the rigid length of his cock, spreading his pre-cum across the head with each stroke.
Even though I’d just had his cock in my mouth, I marveled at the beauty that was Wade Daniels in all his masculine glory.
He was lean, toned from long days of manual labor around the ranch, and his skin was effortlessly sun-kissed as he hated working with his shirt on. He had a light dusting of sandy blonde hair that trailed from his belly button to where he was currently stroking himself.
Unsurprisingly, his cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him. He wasn’t huge, which was absolutely fine by me, but he was large enough that it had been a struggle to take him down my throat without gagging.
“Like what you see?” he asked with a cocky grin as he stepped between my knees, spreading them to accommodate his wide frame. His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck as he gripped gently, tugging my head backward.
My eyes fluttered closed at the pinpricks of pressure that glittered across my scalp. I hummed a pleasant response as he tightened his grip, almost enough to be borderline painful.
If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that Wade could match me toe-to-toe for roughness. I didn’t want to be treated like a porcelain doll. Sure, I was small, but I wasn’t breakable—I liked it a little rough.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Sunshine,” he crooned as he released my hair and sank to his knees between my thighs. He gently pushed between my breasts, instructing me to lie back, and I rolled my eyes at him petulantly.
His breath was warm against my core as he spoke. “Now, lie there like a good girl and let me taste this pretty fucking pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
And with that declaration, he did just that, feasting on me as if I were his last meal and he was a man starved.