Chapter 10
Norah
I hope he can’t feel my heart thundering. That was the boldest thing I have ever done. I’m really a lot meeker than I let him think. I must have been channeling Nana.
And if by experience, once counts, hopefully he won’t be able to tell and just thinks my clumsiness is nerves.
His lips are warm, his mustache tickles a little. I slide my hand up his neck and let my fingers spear through the longer hair he knots in a man bun. It’s thick and silky. Now I understand the appeal of women with long hair.
Effortlessly, he throws back the blanket, slides his arm around my waist and hefts me over him so I’m straddling his hips. When my crotch settles on his swollen cock covered by his pajamas, he groans. “Fuck. Forgot I’ve got clothes on.”
I giggle. “We both do. But that’s easily remedied.” I sit up, grinding my pussy just a tiny bit on his rod before pulling my night shirt over my head. The groan that escapes his lips gives me more confidence than I’ve ever had.
“Damn, you are beautiful. All that smooth skin.” He runs his slightly roughened palms up my thighs, over my hips and along my sides before resting them on my hips. Momentarily closing his eyes, he opens them and meets mine.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Your skin is soft, warm, and smooth as velvet.
” Gently he smooths his hands up and down my thighs several times before gradually making his way around my hips and higher, skimming my sides.
Barely brushing the side of my breasts, he strokes up and down.
“I just want to look at you. Your body is exquisite. But I need more. I need...”
Covering his hands with mine ,I lead them to my breast where his broad palms almost completely cover my double D’s. He takes over, cupping, weighing, lifting and gently squeezing. “That feels—your hands feel— that’s so good.”
Gently, he tweaks one nipple then the other. Suddenly I’m free falling. It’s a moment before I realize he sat up and rolled us both so that he’s lying on top of me, nestled between my legs.
“I need to taste you. I can’t wait any longer.” He lowers his head gently licking one nipple then the other. Rotating back and forth as he alternates between suckling, plumping and squeezing.
“You are so perfect. So soft and beautiful. I’ll never get enough.”
“More, Rake. I need... more.”
Slipping his fingers inside my panties he slides them down as he works his way off the bed. Tossing them to the side, he pushes down his pajamas and kicks them off.
Broad shoulders, rippling abs, a drool worth adonis V, thick thighs and all muscle. “Talk about beautiful. How many hours a day do you spend working out?”
He shrugs. “Couple hours a day. I need to stay fit for my job. And there’s always work to be done around here. If not here, at the shop.”
“You’re the one whose been cutting wood for Nana the last couple years.”
“Told you, I grew up on farm work. If I’m not doing something, I get restless.”
“My god. Keep doing it because you are a specimen. You must be fighting women off all the time.”
His body tenses and he scowls. “I’m not into that. I’m not a numbers guy.”
It hits me. His dad. It wasn’t just his drinking. It was his carousing.
I open my arms for him. “I know. You’re an honest man. Honorable. So, you know, I don’t cheat. I don’t share. That’s not who I am either.”
“You’re perfect.” Lowering his head he captures my lips, kissing me like I’m his last meal.
Resting on one elbow, he slowly explores my body, running his hand from knee to shoulder, shifting over a couple inches and repeating the movement as if he’s painting my body with a brush, careful not to miss a single spot.
From knee to breast, again and again until he’s covered my entire torso from shoulder to thigh.
The texture of his calloused palm sends tingles along my flesh.
His gaze focuses on the apex of my thighs, the desire on his face reflected in the fire’s glow. Lowering his head, he suckles one nipple while he gently slides one then two fingers inside me. My juices ease the way, my need escalates to a demanding need. “Now, Rake. Now. I need you.”
Shifting between my legs, his body braced on one forearm he notches his cock at my entrance and enters a couple inches. He pauses. “You’re tight, Sugar. You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, damn it.” I grab the sides of his head. “I’m ready. I want you. I need you, Rake. Now!”
He presses in slowly, filling me, stretching me. Taking my lips with his until my body relaxes, only then does he start to move. Each thrust binds us more. Deeper, more powerfully, until there is no him or me, only us.
Gasping for release, on the edge of the precipice, he shifts a hand between us and strokes my nub. My orgasm explodes. Finally then he allows himself to seek release.
Half asleep in coital bliss, I feel the warmth of a cloth between my legs as he tends to me. Then he climbs in behind me ,wrapping me in his big body. “Sleep, sugar. I got you.”