Chapter 3
We must have dozed for a while on the rug in front of the dying fire.
When I opened my eyes again the light outside had shifted to the deeper gold of early afternoon.
She was still tucked against my side, one bare leg thrown over mine, her hand resting low on my stomach.
My cock was already half-hard again just from the feel of her soft skin.
I shifted and she stirred, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes that quickly darkened when she felt the growing thickness against her thigh.
Neither of us spoke. She simply stretched up and kissed me, slow at first and then deeper, her tongue sliding against mine.
My hand found her breast and squeezed, thumb brushing over the tight nipple until she made a soft sound into my mouth.
The kiss turned hungry. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, rubbing her still-slick pussy along the length of my cock.
The wet heat of her made my head tip back against the rug.
I gripped her ass and guided her movements, letting her grind against me until we were both breathing hard.
Then she lifted up, reached between us, and sank down onto me in one smooth motion.
We both groaned at the sudden fullness. She started to ride me right there on the floor, slow and deep, her hands braced on my chest. I watched her breasts bounce and the way her stomach flexed with every roll of her hips.
After only a few minutes the need turned sharper.
I sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and stood with her still impaled on my cock.
She gasped and locked her legs around me as I carried her the short distance into the kitchen.
I set her on the edge of the counter, shoved a few random items out of the way, and pushed her thighs wider.
Then I fucked her hard. There was nothing slow or careful about it this time.
I gripped her hips and drove into her with short, powerful thrusts that made her ass bounce against the cool surface.
The wet sound of my cock slamming into her filled the kitchen.
She braced her hands behind her and let her head fall back, moaning with every impact.
I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently while I kept pounding into her.
Her pussy was still messy from earlier, slick and open, and the mix of her wetness and my cum made every thrust filthy and loud.
I reached between us and rubbed her clit with my thumb in rough circles.
She came fast, her walls clamping down hard around me, a sharp cry echoing off the cabinets.
I did not stop. I pulled out, spun her around so she faced the counter, and bent her forward until her chest pressed against the surface.
Then I pushed back inside from behind and started fucking her even harder.
My hands gripped her waist, holding her in place while I slammed into her over and over.
The sight of her ass jiggling with every thrust, of my cock disappearing into her swollen pussy, made the heat in my gut coil tighter.
She pushed back to meet me, her fingers scrabbling against the counter for something to hold onto.
I slid one hand up her spine and into her hair, tugging her head back just enough to make her arch.
The new angle let me go deeper. She moaned my name in a broken voice that only made me fuck her harder.
I could feel the next orgasm building in her by the way her legs started to shake.
I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing firmly while I kept driving into her.
She came with a loud, shaky cry, her pussy pulsing and squeezing me so tightly I almost followed.
I forced myself to pull out before I finished.
She slumped against the counter, breathing hard, a fresh trickle of wetness running down her inner thigh.
I was still rock hard, the head of my cock glistening.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes heavy, and reached behind herself to wrap her fingers around my shaft.
She stroked me slowly, spreading the slickness, then guided me back to her entrance.
I pushed in again with a low groan. This time I kept one hand on her hip and the other on the counter beside her head, leaning over her as I fucked her in deep, grinding strokes.
The kitchen smelled like sex and woodsmoke.
Outside the windows the autumn leaves stirred in the breeze, but neither of us cared.
All that existed was the tight heat of her body and the wet slap of skin on skin.
I could feel my own climax rising fast. I reached under her, found her clit once more, and rubbed in time with my thrusts.
She came again, softer this time but longer, her body trembling under me.
The rhythmic squeezing of her cunt pulled me over the edge.
I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick pulses while I groaned against the back of her neck.
We stayed locked together for a long moment afterward, my cock still twitching inside her, her cheek pressed to the cool counter.
When I finally pulled out, a slow stream of cum followed, running down her thighs.
She stayed bent over the counter for a few more seconds before slowly straightening.
Her legs looked unsteady. I turned her around and kissed her, slower now but still deep, tasting the shared heat between us.
Neither of us mentioned stopping. Neither of us wanted to.
I lifted her off the counter while she was still trembling and carried her down the short hallway to the master bedroom.
Her arms stayed locked around my neck and her legs around my waist, my cock still half-hard and slick between us.
I kicked the door shut behind us and laid her down in the center of the big bed that faced the wall of windows.
Afternoon light filtered through the trees outside, painting soft gold stripes across her bare skin.
I stood at the edge of the mattress for a moment just looking at her.
She was flushed and messy, thighs shiny with the mix of us, nipples tight, eyes heavy with the same hunger I still felt.
I climbed onto the bed and settled between her open legs.
This time I did not rush. I kissed her slowly, deeply, while my hands explored every soft curve I had only gripped hard before.
I cupped her breasts and brushed my thumbs over the peaks until she arched into the touch.
Then I moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, across the sensitive skin of her hips, until my mouth hovered over her pussy.
She was still swollen and wet from the kitchen.
I spread her with my thumbs and licked her in long, deliberate strokes, tasting both of us.
She moaned and threaded her fingers into my hair.
I took my time, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, then sucking gently, then pushing two fingers inside her and curling them against the spot that made her thighs shake.
I kept the rhythm steady and slow until her breathing turned into short, broken gasps and she came against my mouth with a soft cry.
I stayed there through the aftershocks, licking her gently while she trembled.
When I finally rose up over her she reached for me immediately, guiding my cock to her entrance.
I pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching her face as she took every bit of me.
Once I was fully inside I stayed still, buried deep, and kissed her again. Then I began to move.
Long, rolling thrusts that kept most of my length inside her.
I braced myself on my forearms so our bodies stayed pressed together, skin to skin.
Her legs wrapped high around my waist. We stayed like that for a long time, rocking together in a steady rhythm that let me feel every flutter of her walls.
When I wanted more I rolled us without pulling out so she was on top.
She sat up, hands on my chest, and started to ride me with slow, deep rolls of her hips.
I watched my cock disappear into her over and over.
My hands gripped her waist and then slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing and teasing the nipples while she moved.
She leaned forward after a while, changing the angle, and I took one breast into my mouth, sucking hard as she ground down on me.
The slower pace let the heat build heavy and thick in my gut.
I could feel her getting close again by the way her movements turned less controlled.
I slipped a hand between us and rubbed her clit with firm, steady pressure.
She came with a long moan, her pussy pulsing around me, but I held back, wanting to keep going.
When the last of her orgasm faded I flipped us again so she was on her hands and knees.
I entered her from behind in one smooth thrust and then fucked her with deeper, measured strokes.
One hand stayed on her hip while the other reached under to keep playing with her clit.
She pushed back to meet me, her head dropped between her arms, soft sounds spilling out of her with every thrust. I leaned over her back and kissed the side of her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
The new position let me go deeper than before.
I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the softest part of her with every stroke.
The wet sounds of our bodies filled the quiet bedroom.