Chapter 4 #2
She rolled out of bed, retrieved a condom, opened it, and rolled it on.
When she looked up, he was smiling at her.
She crawled on top, positioning him in just the right place, before backing gently down with a groan.
He was hard. Really hard. And it felt so good.
She gently worked her way down so he was almost all in, and her place was hard against his pelvic bone.
She bent her legs and snugged her knees tight against his thighs and dropped down so her breasts were hard against his chest. She felt his arms move around her back and hold her tight.
She laid her face against his shoulder, as they gently rocked back and forth.
She moved softly side to side then up and down, keeping as much pressure as possible on her spot, and moving her face to his for a kiss, then another, and, finally, a long, deep, passionate kiss that lasted minutes.
They held tight, kissing as long as they could before she had to move.
She felt the heat in her neck and face, her heart pounding, the arousal deep in her groin.
She eventually sat on top and moved into cowgirls thrusts, long, slow, and penetrating, all in, then almost all out, then slowly back to the hilt, moaning on each stroke.
The pressure was fantastic, the fit snug and tight, her body hotly open.
When she sat up, he moved his hands to her chest, massaging gently, and working the hardened ends until he pulled her down and brought her left breast to his mouth.
He opened wide, consuming as much as he could, gently working his lips and tongue on the erect nipple.
That pretty much put Molly into outer space.
Her gasps and groans dramatically increased.
Her breast in his mouth, she moved to aggressive strokes until her finish caused his and they fell into a pulsing rhythm.
She fell down on him and lay quietly while the sensations worked their natural way.
Their hearts were beating hard, inches apart.
Still connected, she could feel his final pulses.
Mouth open, she was breathing in pants, working to calm her body.
The lovemaking had been beautiful. Her body felt the aftermath, a warm glow that radiated through her entire body.
She pushed him out and rolled over, letting him spoon in behind.
He wrapped his arms around her and she fell into a deep sleep.
She woke in his arms. He was spooned in behind.
She could feel his hardness again. She felt his hands slip up to her breasts, cupping them both, and gently massaging.
She felt him getting harder. He needed it again.
She had no idea how long it had been since he’d been laid, but he was a stud and he needed it one more time.
She rolled out of bed, retrieved a condom, rolled it on, and resumed her position with him spooned in behind.
She spread her legs, reached down, and pulled him inside so he was taking her from behind.
She knew men loved this position, and she liked it with a long, thick man.
He reached his hand around and pressed two fingers against her place as he gently stroked her long and deep, his other hand massaging her breast. She put her head back against his shoulder and let him have his way.
The combination of their bodies tight together, his hardness inside, one hand on her place, and the other working her nipple, was as much sensation as she could take.
She just relaxed and let it happen. The arousal built until she whimpered and shook, and the spasms once again took over her body.
He held off longer, finally releasing, sending another surge of contractions through.
Three times in one night. Her idea of a good Saturday night.
And waking to an aroused stud in her bed.
She lay still while his final pulses worked their way through before she pushed him out and let him hold her tight.
She liked being in his arms. She could feel his heart beating and could hear his elevated breathing.
They lay still for a long time, no words; just two warm bodies recovering from a night of passion.
She made bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast, with strong, black coffee, and they ate outside.
Molly could feel a sadness setting in. She’d really liked their short time together.
She didn’t want him to leave. But it was Sunday morning and he needed to hit the trail.
She wouldn’t see him for a month, assuming he’d look her up the next time he was out of the mountains.
She thought that would be the case, but she didn’t know.
Was this a one night stand? Was he the kind of guy who didn’t commit?
Did commitment scare him away? Would she ever see him again?
She didn’t know, and asking about that was a futile exercise. Either he’d return or he wouldn’t.
After breakfast, he gathered his things and summoned Bear.
He said, “Can I see you again on my next trip?”
“I’ll be insulted if you won’t stay here, and I hope it’s for more than just a weekend.”
“Thank you. Let’s plan on it. I wish there was a way for me to give you advance notice.”
“We’re pretty flexible here. I’ll be looking for you in about a month. We’ll know then whether we’re going to be grandparents or not.”
“I hope we are. I think Bear and Shadow will produce some beautiful offspring.”
She faced up to him. He opened his arms and she moved into them, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling herself tight, and lying her face against his chest. He held tight for a long time.
She loved being in his arms. She didn’t want him to go, but she didn’t want to feel needy or prolong the moment.
Finally, she pulled back, looked up, and they shared a long, beautiful lover’s kiss.
He turned and walked down the path, stopping at the gate to turn and wave. Shadow sat obediently by her side. She understood it was time for them to part. Molly knelt down and gave her a good scruff as they watched their new friends disappear into the woods.
Molly returned to the kitchen, poured the final cup of black coffee into her mug, and walked out to the Adirondacks overlooking the lake. She settled back, Shadow lying at her side.
Well, she hadn’t expected that. A stud cowboy appears at her door out of the blue with a suitor for Shadow.
Bear had papers. The two dogs had a weekend of mad love.
Molly had a night of passion. It didn’t feel like a one night stand to her.
She wouldn’t see him for a month, but she felt a connection had been made that was more than a fling.
She was surprised he opened up as much as he did, telling her about the PTSD, his therapy, and the army’s failing recovery program.
He was on a military disability. He loved living in the wild.
She chuckled when she thought of his two families.
Bart, Brett, Kitty, and Cheyenne. And then Bart, Bear, Blitz, Bella, and Beryl.
She loved the image of him living in the wild with his critters.
The lovemaking had been fantastic. She hadn’t been laid for a while, and it felt good.
But it wasn’t just because she hadn’t had it for a while.
It had been beautiful. Their bodies fit together perfectly.
He was a patient, attentive lover. His eyes were intent on her the entire time, making sure she was comfortable, and that what they were doing was bringing her pleasure.
It was, and she returned those signals. He wasn’t a talker during lovemaking, but the communication was there.
She watched Shadow get up and walk slowly to the lake, sitting gingerly in the cold, glacier-fed water. She often drank out of the lake, but rarely sat in it like this. Molly watched for a few minutes before figuring out what was going on.
“Oh, girl, you’ve had quite a weekend, haven’t you? Does the cold water feel good on your bottom?”
Shadow stayed in the cool water until Molly got up and summoned her. They walked to the cabin together as Molly retrieved her medical kit, put on a plastic glove, and applied a soothing ointment to Shadow’s swollen and inflamed tissue.
“There, that should feel better.”
Molly chuckled about the wild and crazy time she and Shadow had shared with their new friends. But Molly didn’t need any special treatment. All was good down there. Really good.