CHAPTER 30
Special K
Yes.
Oh, fuck yes.
She’s on me, her luscious curves and dainty weight pushing me flat to the floor. I feel her—perfect in my hands. Soft but firm, round in all the right places, her mouth opening to me as my fingers slide up the back of my sweater.
My sweater.
My woman.
Fuck yes, she is.
I bring her closer, as close as I can get her.
One of my hands goes to the back of her head and my lips crush up into hers. I want her. I want it all. Everything she’s got and everything she can give me.
I want it, and I plan on taking it.
I roll with her, scoop her up in my arms, and toss her onto the mattress.
“Mrrrrp!”
Pussy bounces off the memory foam and plops down again. She’ll have to suck it up because it’s going down, right now and right here, and it’s going to be epic. Record-breaking. This is going to be some Guinness World Record kind of sex.
I can already tell.
“Take off your clothes,” she whispers into my mouth. “If you don’t fuck me right this minute, I think I’ll die.”
I’m more than happy to oblige, though I have to admit I’m finding it difficult to get my boots off while keeping the kiss going. “Hold on. Be right back.”
I jump up, run to the storage container I dragged inside earlier, and fetch a box of condoms. All the while, I’m ripping off my clothes.
Boots. Socks. Jeans and shirt, stumbling around on the floor of the shack.
I opened the box, grabbed a condom packet, and ripped it open with my teeth.
The foil is in my mouth while I throw the box onto the floor.
And I look down at the bed.
Boots is laughing, her blond hair spread out on the pillow beneath her. She sparkles in the firelight. Her thighs are slightly spread, and the little vee of her panties is exposed.
Her pussy.
I stare.
She keeps laughing.
Oh, so she thinks this is funny?
I open my lips and drop the condom on the pillow next to her, then lower myself. I press my naked body against her, feeling her satisfying shape under me. I prop myself on my elbows and raise my hands to her hair, brushing away the strands so that I can see her pretty face.
All of it. I want to see her.
When she gazes up at me, I detect so many things in her expression that it’s hard to sort them out. Lust, for sure. Surprise, yes. And appreciation.
Boots likes me. She’s not even bothering to hide that fact anymore. So, I decide I won’t either.
“I like you, Frankie.”
“Back at you, Special K.”
“And you’re sure about this?”
“Hell no,” she says. “It's stupid in every way. Exactly the wrong time and it will complicate things so badly you wouldn’t believe. How about you? Are you sure?”
“No. But at the same time, absolutely yes.”
“Exactly.”
I lower my lips to hers and kiss her. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced, like I’m emptying myself into her, showing her who I am. This isn’t going to be a quick fuck. This is something far more interesting, more complex.
More important.
This kiss—and this woman—are all kinds of more.
She’s only wearing a sweater and panties, right? Nothing else? It’s time to get her naked.
Wait… she’s wearing my sweater… something about that makes me the happiest man on the planet. Like, for real.
I reach beneath me and begin to shove the sweater up, over the satiny flesh of her body. She wiggles under my touch, helping me expose her skin.
I lift off just enough that she can rip the sweater over her head while I shove the panties down her thighs. I press up on my hands to see all she is.
I freeze.
“You okay?” she asks breathlessly.
“No.”
She chuckles. “Well, hurry up and work through the initial shock, because I have plans for you, cowboy.”
I let my gaze take her in, slowly, top to bottom, one inch at a time. Her skin is like velvet. Her shoulders are delicate but strong, and her breasts are magnificent—large and full and all natural. Her waist is small, and her hips are rounded but slim.
I’ve never seen anything this beautiful in my life.
I glance down, noting the flat plane of her perfect belly, the small navel, and the soft rise of her pubic bone.
I see the sweet, sweet slit between her thighs, and I want to bow down at that altar, push aside the wispy, blond curtain, and sacrifice myself to the perfection of the puffy, wet lips of her pussy.
“Special K.”
I drag my eyes back to her face. “Uh-huh?”
She touches my face. “I’m in shock, too. I’ve never been up close and personal with a man as… substantial as you. You’re a hunk a’ burnin’ love, you know that right?”
I feel myself grin like a fool. “I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun with each other, Boots. And we’re starting right the fuck now.”
I slide down her body, lift her legs behind her knees, and bring my mouth to her wet pussy. I breathe her in—salty and sweet—and drag my tongue up along her slit, flicking at the tiny, hard button of her clit.
She draws in a quick breath. Her hands go to my head.
I’ve been adrift since my life in the Navy imploded. But now I think I have a new focus, a new mission objective.
I’m going to make this woman scream and cum and scream and cum all over again, and I won’t stop until she begs me to. And maybe not even then.
As far as life goals go, I think I’ve settled on a good one.
“Ohhhh,” she breathes, arching her back and pressing her pussy to my mouth, wanting more.
She’s come to the right place.
I grab her ass and hold her in front of me while she throws her legs over my shoulders. I feel her buck under the attention of my tongue. I nibble on her swollen pussy lips and push my tongue inside her. Then I open my mouth to take all of her in, and I suck on her entire pussy.
She begins to tremble. I hold her up with one hand while I slip a finger inside her, licking at her clit again. Then another finger.
I turn my hand and slide my pinkie into her ass.
She jerks and tenses up, her pussy and ass milking my fingers. She’s about to come in my mouth.
I hum my encouragement, and the vibration—coupled with the rough way I’m taking her with my fingers—shoots her over the edge.
She calls out and squirts all over me. And keeps cumming.
Oh, yes.
Fuck yes.
Time to make her mine.