Chapter Four #2
Sweet. Warm. Addictive. My cock jumps in my pants as I tease her bud with a light stroke of my tongue.
Her moan mixes with my groan as whatever control I had left slips straight through my fingers. I grip her tighter and bury my face between her legs, licking through her slick heat.
Fuck!
I can’t get enough of her.
I drag my tongue through her folds again, memorizing her taste and the sounds she makes for me while more of her desire floods my mouth. Christ, how the hell am I supposed to survive being inside her if just tasting her already has me this gone?
I cradle her ass in my hands as I lap her delicious pussy slowly, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue until she’s trembling in my arms. I lose myself in her completely, dragging long strokes through her slick folds while her cries fill the room.
Her hips rock helplessly against my mouth as she tugs at my hair, using me exactly the way I want her to.
She tastes like the sweetest honey, tangy like a peach and so goddamned juicy.
I drag my nose through her folds, filing the scent of her in a corner of my brain as I push in for another taste, groaning against her soft, slippery flesh as more of her arousal floods my tongue.
Fucking hell, how am I going to survive even a minute inside of her?
Mine .
My frightened little doe.
“Walker, oh God!” she sobs, rolling her hips faster against my tongue. She’s panting now, her naked body arched against the wall, head tossed back as she chases the pleasure only I can give her.
With my eyes locked on hers, I wrap my mouth around her clit in hot suction and send her over the edge.
“Oh God… I can’t!”
Her breath catches before her trembling body shudders violently against my mouth.
“Walker!”
I keep my tongue pressed to her clit, stroking her through the orgasm until the tremors slowly ease. Then I lower her leg carefully back to the floor and rise to my feet, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss.
“Taste yourself,” I demand against her lips, sliding my hands behind her thighs and lifting her easily into my arms. I growl softly when she wraps her legs around my waist, pressing her slick heat directly against my hard cock. “I want you to taste how fucking sweet you are.”
“Yeah,” she whimpers, kissing me back feverishly as her arms lock around my neck.
Our mouths stay locked together as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. I lower her onto the bed slowly, following her down while my tongue tangles with hers in an erotic dance.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to look into her dazed green eyes. “I want to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” she whispers immediately. “Please.”
“Wait.” I catch her wrist when her hand slides dangerously close to my cock. “I need you to be sure.”
This is already so far out of character for me it’s almost laughable.
I don’t do casual sex. Hell, I barely do relationships at all.
Intimacy comes with trust and expectations, and I’ve spent most of my life avoiding both.
But somehow this strange, beautiful woman crashed into my life less than twenty-four hours ago and already has me breaking every damn rule I’ve ever made for myself.
She’s dangerous.
So why can’t I seem to stop myself.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, lifting her hips toward mine. Her fingers brush along my jaw gently, and something inside my chest tightens painfully. “I want this, Walker.”
I keep my eyes on hers as I yank my shirt over my head and shove down my jeans, freeing my aching cock. The cool air hits my skin, but it does nothing to ease the heat burning through me as I press the head of my cock against her entrance.
I stop there, forehead dropping against hers as I try to hold onto the last scraps of control. I’ve never been with a virgin before. Never wanted the responsibility that comes with it. Yet, here she is, offering herself to me with complete trust shining in those beautiful green eyes.
And God help me, I want her too badly to walk away from it.
But I want it. Her. Everything. Like a poor man given a taste of luxury, how could I resist?
“God, you’re so…” I take her mouth, rubbing my cock over her wet pussy as I pour my need into the kiss. The loneliness I’ve carried my whole life flows out of me, and there is no fucking way to plug the leak. “Perfect. You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
“I am?” she whispers breathlessly.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth before dragging my lips down her throat.
I growl, lust and need wrapping around me like ivy. “Your eyes are like the forest in spring, your skin soft as the stream that runs through it, and Christ, the way you respond to me.” That’s the most beautiful thing of all. “You’re so wet, dripping all over my cock.”
“Oh!”
Her lips part in a gasp when I nudge the blunt head of my cock inside of her, sliding deeper into her warmth inch by inch.
She’s tight, so fucking tight. Choking my cock and tempting me into an orgasm.
I clench my jaw and fight for control as I sink slowly into her, eyes locked together until I’m pushing against the thin wall of her innocence.
I stop for a moment and brush my lips over hers, pulling her into the kiss until she’s whining and rocking her hips against me.
And then, without warning, I slam forward, burying my cock fully inside her.
She cries out softly against my lips, her nails digging into my shoulders as her shocked green eyes meet mine. I press my forehead against hers, fighting to steady my breathing while her body clenches tightly around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss shakily. “Are you okay?”
“I…” She shifts her hips experimentally before blinking up at me in surprise. “It doesn’t really hurt anymore. It just feels…full. Strange, but good too.”
Relief loosens something tight in my chest.
“I’ll make it better,” I promise roughly, even while every instinct inside me screams to start fucking her properly.
Something shifts dangerously inside my chest as I grip her thigh and begin thrusting slowly into her. The need to protect her. Please her. Take care of her.
It overwhelms everything else.
She’s mine. Her desire and pleasure belong to me. In this cabin, buried deep in the woods and far away from civilization, she belongs to me. And I belong to her.
Mine .
“Walker…” she moans as I pick up the pace slightly, dragging another breathless sound from her lips when I angle my hips just right.
Christ.
She’s warm and impossibly tight around me, growing slicker with every thrust until I’m hanging onto control by a thread.
“Feels good,” she pants. “God…it feels so good…”
A rough groan tears from my throat as I push her knee higher and sink deeper into her. The new angle nearly destroys me.
I bury my face against her neck and lose myself in the feel of her beneath me, kissing her hard while my hips drive against hers with deeper, faster strokes.
Her breasts drag along my chest with every thrust, her soft cries swallowed by my mouth as the room fills with the sounds of our bodies moving together.
I’m already close. Too fucking close.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasp against her ear, sliding my hand between our bodies to rub slow circles over her clit.
She cries out immediately, trembling beneath me.
“Walker…oh God…I…”
Her entire body tightens before she comes apart with a broken sob, her orgasm crashing through her hard enough to make her thighs shake around my waist.
““Fuck, feel what you do to me, baby? How hard you make me come?” I growl as I drive into her, stroking her clit to push her into another orgasm.
Feeling her clench around me triggers my own release.
I thrust into her hard as my orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless and shaking against her skin. I bury my face against her throat while wave after wave hits me, my body still moving against hers while I ride out the aftershocks.
Eventually exhaustion drags both of us down. I collapse beside her, trying to catch my breath while snow batters the cabin outside.
For several long moments neither of us speaks.
Then the sensible part of my brain finally wakes up and reminds me just how dangerous this whole thing is. I ignore it.
Instead, I roll onto my side and prop myself up on one elbow to look down at her. Her hair fans across the pillow like spun gold, cheeks flushed pink from pleasure as those beautiful green eyes slowly blink open.
She looks unreal. I brush a strand of hair away from her forehead gently. “Are you okay?”
A sleepy smile spreads across her lips. “I think so. Although I still can’t really feel my toes.”
I huff out a laugh before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” She shakes her head slightly. “That was…way better than I expected.”
Her stomach growls loudly enough to make us both laugh. “Now I’m starving,” she admits. “Do you think those eggs survived?”
“Probably not.” I trace my fingers lightly down her shoulder. “I’ll make you fresh ones.”
Her smile softens. “And hot chocolate?”
“Of course.”
Silence settles between us again, quieter this time. Easier. Then she glances up at me curiously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I’m already in trouble.
“Why did you choose me?” I ask quietly instead. “For your first time.”
Her expression turns thoughtful as she stares up at the ceiling for a moment. “When I was running through the forest yesterday, I thought I was going to die,” she says softly. “And when I fell down that ravine…I really thought that was it.”
Her eyes shift back to mine. “Maybe meeting you wasn’t just coincidence.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I’ve never believed much in fate or second chances. But lying here with her wrapped in my blankets while snow falls outside the cabin, I almost understand how she feels. I lean down and press a tender kiss to her shoulder.
“Come on,” I murmur. “Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll make you breakfast. Again.”
“Finally,” she teases, taking my hand when I offer it. “And we’re drinking the hot chocolate by the fire.”
“Deal.”
For now, we can pretend the outside world doesn’t exist.
But eventually the storm will end.
And when it does, everything between us might come crashing down with it.