Yule with the Wild God

Chapter Seven

I almost wished I hadn’t told Dianus to come over after work because that left me with the whole day to stress and overthink things, something I was really good at. I was still kicking myself in the ass for stopping our make out session last night, but I knew a couple more minutes of kissing that man, let alone lying down on a couch with him, my panties would’ve left my body.

I couldn’t do that.

There was no way I could do that. Right?

It wasn’t a moral thing, mind you. I didn’t think people should wait for arbitrary milestones in dating before getting physical. If it felt good, it could just keep feeling good. What hung me up was that the last two men I’d hooked up with had lied to me in such devastating ways, I found myself nervous that it would happen again.

“Not everyone is out to get you!” I told myself in the mirror of the medicine cabinet above the sink. It was the only mirror in the entire cabin. That was right. I couldn’t even see what I looked like in a full-length mirror to prep for my date. Not that I was a fan of those to begin with. It always felt sinister to be able to see yourself that often. I was convinced we weren’t meant to know what we looked like. Our ancestors relied on reflective ponds, and now we were cursed with cameras at self-checkouts to shame us for buying a pound of shredded cheese while overhead fluorescent lighting beamed down on us. Talk about unfair.

Now, in a small cabin, with an even smaller bathroom akin to something you’d find in an RV, I was left to primp without a full-length mirror or makeup. I guessed that was a blessing and a curse. Ignorance was bliss, and perhaps I needed just enough of that to have the audacity to keep horndogging it up with this random ass outdoorsman I’d found in the forest.

Desperate, I rummaged through my purse and found a lip shimmer stick made from beets that I’d bought at a farmer’s market last summer. I dabbed some of the color on my lips and a touch of it on my cheeks. Then, memories of Dianus tenderly stroking my face barged into my mind and I attempted to wipe away the beet shimmer just in case it hid my natural blush.

“God, you’re a mess, girl.”

Clutching the edge of the sink, I took a deep breath. My aunt, Asteria, always insisted that I talked kindlier to myself. What would she say now? She’d probably tell me to do affirmations.

As cringey as it was, I looked myself in the mirror and forced a smile.

“My worth isn’t tied to how fuckable I am.”

I sucked in another breath.

“The way I look is the least interesting thing about me.”

Rolling back my shoulders, forcing myself to relax, I went on. “My body is just a vessel used to experience life. Existing in a bigger body is morally neutral, and decades of harmful marketing shoved into my mind by old white men seeking to profit from my insecurity isn’t my burden to bear.”

Under my breath, I mumbled, “‘Mo money, ‘mo problems,” to lighten the mood. Then I stuck out my tongue and opened the bathroom door, only to yelp. The deer stood outside the cabin, this time closer. His tan fur was starkly contrasted by the snowy pines behind him, his antlers sprawling so wide I couldn’t even comprehend how his head was held high.

I side-stepped, sliding into the kitchen for a better view. The deer shuffled his feet slightly, asserting dominance by staring at me dead-on.

My phone inside my purse was hanging on the pegs near the front door, but it didn’t feel right to snap a photo. Instead, I just stood still, bearing witness to the majestic beast. A buzzing started to swirl in my head, similar to when I’d seen the man, or rather what I’d thought was a man but had turned out to be the deer, that first morning here at the cabin.

Instead of closing my eyes, I inched closer to the door. The creature watched me as I stepped into my boots and slowly opened it. I tiptoed down the stairs and rounded the cabin, only to find him waiting for me.

The humming intensified, as if someone were turning up a slightly out of tune radio station. The buck’s ears were upright, the tips edged in black. They twitched as his large brown eyes lasered in on me, unblinking. Snowflakes collected on his eyelashes. The white patch of fur just beneath his snoot moved like he was making low noises in his throat I couldn’t hear.

“Are you hurt, buddy?”

His coat was shiny and clean, with the bulk of fat and muscle needed to get him through a rough Maine winter. I couldn’t see blood, and it didn’t appear like he was keeping his weight off a certain leg.

“Why do you keep coming here? Do you need my help?”

Maybe he’d learned to come around cabins for food? Like black bears near camping grounds?

I tilted my head, hoping the humming would cease, clenching my jaw so tight my teeth ached. I lifted my hands to cover my ears. My movement must’ve scared him because he dashed back into the forest at lightning speed, knocking snow off branches with his antlers.

I snorted. “Okay, then.”

I went back inside, making a mental note to ask Dianus if I should leave out a bucket of water for the poor thing. Then I journaled about my interactions with the deer because they had just been so weird. I wanted to remember the details to tell my aunt. Maybe they could set up a trail cam to track it.

By early afternoon, I had managed to read half a book and bake a pie using my sourdough for crust and the apples Dianus had brought me. I kept a watch out for the deer, but he never returned.

At nightfall, Dianus gently knocked on my door.

“Thank you for not scaring me.” I beamed. “Oh, what is this?” I asked as he deposited a weighty blanket in my arms.

“You need furs. These are the finest beaver pelts with silver fox trim,” he explained as he shucked off his coat and boots.

I stroked it as my mouth hung in shock. It was exceptionally soft. Of course it was sad that it was fur, but life was different up here. People didn’t survive New England winters with pleather. Dianus had a rugged lifestyle as a warden, and I respected that. I was more caught up on the cost. This was easily thousands of dollars and probably years in the making. “Dianus, I can’t accept this.”

“It is to keep you warm. I worry about you getting cold all alone in here.” When I shook my head and handed it back to him, he unfurled it over the bed. “I insist. Now get in my arms, beautiful.” Before I could retort, he pulled me in for a hug. He squeezed me tighter before releasing me. His amber eyes hungrily roved up and down my body. And in an even lower tone, he added, “You look really pretty tonight.”

I was wearing a flowy currant-red skirt I’d gotten at an Irish music festival. It reminded me of the broomstick skirts popular in the late 90s. I’d topped it off with a tight, olive-colored thermal Henley that I’d purposefully left unbuttoned to show some cleavage. The color combo made me feel festive. I’d slept with my hair damp and coiled in a bun to give me some waves.

“Thank you,” I said bashfully. “You look nice.” I gestured to his dark jeans and the red flannel he wore instead of his plain brown work clothes. “Did you go home after work?”

His eyes squinted as he puckered his lips. “Um, yeah. Wanted to clean up. Did not think you would appreciate me all dirty.”

I picked up a box of ornaments. “Where do you live, anyways? Maybe I could come help you decorate your tree sometime?”

“Oh, it is very remote and rugged. It would probably terrify you.”

“And why is that? Are you messy?”

“No, it is not cozy like here. I do not have shams”—he pinched the edge of a pillow on the couch—“or décor.” He gestured at the decked-out cabin that now looked like something you’d see in a holiday travel brochure. “Speaking of cozy, it smells heavenly in here. Have you been baking all day?”

“Yes, I made a pie with the apples you gave me.” I batted my eyelashes jokingly.

“You are impressive, Shea,” he said, fishing out one of the ornaments, helping me hang the red shiny balls on spaced out branches.

“Don’t worry, I’ll share. It’s your payment for helping me.”

“I see how it is.” He looked me up and down again, not even hiding the fact that he was basically fucking me with his eyes.

I guess I didn’t need the mirror after all?

From there, we continued to string lights and place ornaments on the tree at a lazy pace, the crackle of the fire keeping us company. Once we got to the personalized ornaments, he had more questions. He seemed confused as to why my parents hadn’t kept any of the nostalgic ones, like the ornament from the year I’d been born or the ones I’d made with macaroni noodles in kindergarten. That led to more stories of how my parents were a different breed from me. They weren’t sentimental and they didn’t make time for the simple things in life.

It was hard talking about my family. Little did he know, not only were my parents barely involved in my life, but they also fundamentally didn’t trust my judgement. It all went back to when they’d caught me having sex for the first time with a boyfriend in high school. Of course, catching your child doing that would be horrible, but aside from the pure shock, there’d been open disgust. It had deeply traumatized me. I’d never forget how my mom had admitted she hadn’t expected me to be sexually active “at my size” and had alluded to being surprised I’d found a boy who was attracted to me. Her observations had eroded any dignity I’d had, like I hadn’t been a sexual being worthy of closeness. It had made me feel even more shameful than usual.

My father had taken a different approach and hyperfixated on the fear of me “ruining the Montgomery name with a bastard child” since I “couldn’t keep my legs closed long enough to study.”

Not only had I been grounded for the remainder of my junior year, but I’d also been forced to go on birth control. Asteria had been tasked with taking me to a gynecologist because my mother couldn’t be bothered. It had been a lot of trial and error, but over time, I’d found a copper IUD worked best for me. I wasn’t a hormonal wreck and still had periods, but I couldn’t get pregnant, and that was all my father cared about. Still to this day, the IUD was part of the agreement when it came to him paying for my tuition.

Asteria had thought the whole thing was bullshit and had secretly thrown a party for me with her coven. They’d called it my sexual debut bash and everyone had brought a dish, kinda like a wholesome potluck for a not-so-wholesome milestone. The party favors had been condoms, educational books, and a paint-by-numbers drawing of genitals we’d all cackled over while completing.

Asteria had gifted me with a garnet necklace that symbolized divine feminine sexual power, and everyone had told funny stories about their first times to make me feel better. Looking back, I realized the party had totally saved me from self-destruction. I was grateful my aunt had shown up for me. Truth be told, my parents were kind of insufferable snobs who’d grown up in Connecticut and had never known real hardships. If it weren’t for Asteria, I’d probably be just like them.

I tried to ask Dianus about his family. All I got out of him was they were still in Europe and he missed them dearly. I asked where in Europe, and he explained all over. I figured the indifference was him just being the strong, silent type. I’d eventually get him to crack.

Luckily, he did dish all about old stories he’d heard around bonfires this time of year. Most were European folktales I’d never heard of, so that was cool, but the best part of decorating the tree was all the little touches we smattered on each other. When we strung the lights, our hands kept brushing, and when we worked together untangling a knot, I could feel his body heat emanating from him. He’d hold my hips while he walked behind me, and I’d brace myself on his shoulder when I leaned past him. Each skim and move layered more tension. I wanted to bask in the possibility of how electric it could be if things progressed.

Once finished, he put another log on the fire without me even asking and brought more wood in from outside. I packed up the empty boxes and took them back out to my car so they didn’t clutter up the room. Maybe it was nerves, but I wasn’t even hungry. The thought of choking down a dinner sounded downright awful.

When I came back in, Dianus was sitting on the couch, his long legs bent and spread in a way that oozed sexy confidence. My first instinct was to crawl on his lap to sit on those thick, muscular thighs of his.

I cleared my throat. “Getting hungry?”

He pulled his lips to the side in consideration and shook his head. “Not really. You?”

“Me neither. Can I maybe get you a drink? I could open the mead, if you’d like?”

“Water is fine, please.”

Oh, great. He was going to make me sit in front of him stone-cold sober. I really could’ve used the liquid courage right about now, but maybe this was for the best.

Handing him a glass, I sat down beside him as he turned farther toward me, outstretching his arm across the back of the sofa.

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I forgot to tell you about that damn deer! The thing was right there.” I pointed to the window cut out in the log wall. “It just stood there, staring at me. It was so peculiar. I’m worried it needs help. Should I leave a bucket of water out for it? I know some of the lakes and streams are already frozen. Maybe it’s thirsty?”

He finished his sip with a rueful look. “I doubt it.” He stretched to put his drink down on the wooden stump near the fire, using it as an impromptu coffee table.

“Why do you think it keeps coming near my cabin? It just stares at me. It’s so weird.”

“Maybe he likes staring at you.” He pulled me in for a sweet kiss.

“You think?” I whispered close to his mouth. “You don’t think it’s going to ram into my cabin and hurt me or anything?”

He gently held my chin. “I’m sure. You’re safe. Especially when I’m here with you.” He gave me another sweet kiss and pulled away, letting his hand casually hold my calf from where I curled my leg between us. My other leg was drifting off the couch, my foot planted on the floor. I thought I subconsciously needed to feel tethered to something so this man couldn’t sweep me away.

With where we sat facing each other on the love seat, the bed was behind us, shrouded. On the other side, the fireplace crackled. Half in shadow, half in flames, Dianus was breathtaking. The winter night had swallowed up the sun, the promise of darkness sprawling out for over sixteen hours like an invitation to spend all the time with Dianus I could.

He squeezed my calf before lazily tracing patterns with his fingertips. I was wearing thick knee-high socks to keep my legs warm. Every skim sent shivers, eliciting goose bumps up the backs of my arms and across my thighs. I fleetingly worried if he lifted my red skirt any farther, he’d see the effect he had on me.

I had no clue how horny I was until he touched me. Everything about him was utterly tempting. His massive hands, his long legs, his brawny frame. Even his hazel eyes looked warm, like sap oozing down a tree trunk on a summer day. His beard was filled in and grew just off his chin enough for me to grasp, I reckoned. My eyes snagged on it, and I realized I hoped to feel it by the end of the night.

His fingers traced the inside of my knee then higher, where the hem of my tights dug into my thigh a little, as his handsome face cracked in a wry smile. “What are you looking at, pretty woman?”

“Y—your beard,” I stammered. “It’s nice.” Wow. I sounded way breathier than I expected.

“It is even nicer keeping your inner thighs warm on these cold winter nights.”

I sucked in a breath at his bold line.

His eyelids grew heavy. “Do you like the idea of that?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, very much.”

His fingers now explored the bare skin of my thigh. “Have you ever had a man taste you like that?”

Still unable to speak louder than a whisper, I answered, “Kind of.”

“I will take that as a no.” He chuckled at his own conclusion, never ceasing his tease across my skin.

I tucked some of my hair behind my ear. I wasn’t used to talking about my sex life. For the most part, I saw sex as something natural and fun, but most of my experiences had felt rushed. It had been like I could never carve out real privacy with the person.

Maybe finding a guy like Dianus when I was supposed to be all alone was a sign that I needed to take a chance. Maybe he could be my Yule fling.

Emboldened, I leaned forward, grabbing his beard softly only to bring him halfway to me as I whispered, “Do you think about tasting me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Constantly.”

His beard was softer than I’d imagined but still coarse. I gave it a stroke. “Tell me more.” I moved my hand to hold the back of his neck.

With a gruff noise, he pulled me onto his lap, causing me to lift my skirt to straddle him. At my size, I always feared straddling a guy might pinch his legs or something, but Dianus was completely unbothered, his meaty thighs nothing but dense slabs of muscle underneath me. He didn’t have to hide a wince or deep breath, which admittedly soothed my ego. A hand grasped my ass as the other held my face. “I think about how you might blush if I tasted you. I imagine the deep pink and how good that would look next to these freckles.”

My stomach fluttered as my cheeks stung.

“Ah, I can already see it happening.”

He swept gentle kisses across my cheek and over my nose to the other side before covering my mouth. As he pressed his lips to mine, it was as if someone had lit a match and dropped it between us. Instant warmth and temptation erupted as his smooth lips melded to mine, unwavering and unapologetic as we instantly slid into a hungry, passionate kiss. No pecks, no timid pullbacks, just pure yearning.

My hands flew to cradle either side of his face, and I desperately moaned at how good it all felt, consumed with how good Dianus was at kissing. Warmth seeped between my legs, surely making its presence known to him.

He was just as lost as I was, kissing me nonstop as his hands hungrily drifted up and down my back before squeezing my hips in his torment. “Shea,” he whispered, “tell me to stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” I said breathily. My tone was unabashed, bordering on pleading. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I went back in for a kiss, circling the tip of his tongue with mine before he took over. My request must’ve broken another barrier of restraint because he kissed me more fervently, barely allowing enough time for a gasping breath as his tongue teased mine.

I squeezed his shoulders and started to move against his growing bulge, needing to feel something against my core before I went fucking mad with how badly I ached for him.

“You have no clue,” he murmured against my philtrum. “How long I have waited for someone like you.” With a low growl, he dropped his mouth to plant wet kisses up my neck.

I held his head to me as my eyes all but rolled back. I was so far gone already. Between the kisses and the dull throb in my core, I was flustered and trying my best to think straight. “D-do you—” I gathered a breath. “Do you have protection?”

He reared his head back. “Protection?”

“Yeah, you know.” I gestured between us.

“Why would you need protection from me, Shea? I carry no gun, no bow, no weapons of any kind.”

“No! Not that.”

He rubbed up and down my thighs that parted around him. “Do you worry I will not protect you? You are safe in my forest. I promise you that.”

I pressed my hands on his pecs with a little laugh. “No, not that, silly. For sex.”

His eyes darted around my face in confusion before he firmly said, “I regret to inform you, I do not.”

“I get it. We’re in the middle of nowhere. It’s not like you just have condoms on hand, and lord knows we can’t just run to a gas station. I have an IUD, so I’m fine. And I was tested at the student clinic on campus after my last partner.”

He stared at me, his eyebrows twitching as he clearly fought to fill in the gaps. “I am very healthy, and I have not taken a lover in a very long time.” His big hand swept over my hip before boldly running up my torso, between my breasts. "I would never do anything to harm this beautiful body."

That was answer enough for me. I whispered, “Good,” against his lips and didn’t mind one bit how he kept his hand over my heart as we resumed kissing. I continued to not mind one bit as his hand drifted to my breast, letting the weight fill up his palm. We both groaned as he squeezed it. Then he repeated the action, this time with both of his hands.

“I am going to fuck you so well, you will never want to leave this forest,” he muttered against my lips.

“I’m open to being convinced.” I giggled.

To prove his point, he hitched my skirt higher, pooling it around both of our crotches, exposing almost all of my legs. “These legs are luscious. I want them wrapped around me when I pump into you.”

“Deal.”

“And I know they are strong enough to keep you steady while I bend you over to fuck you senseless.”

Goodness, this man is quite the talker.

Feeling a little out of my element, I rattled off my first thought. “Let’s start off with your head between them. As promised.”

His fingers trailed underneath my thermal shirt, grasping at the rolls around the notch of my waist. My first instinct was to recoil, but I got distracted by the low grumble rattling in his chest. “You are so warm and soft, Shea. It is a blessing to have you on my lap on such a cold winter evening.” His fingers continued to trace up my spine.

Before I could psych myself out, I all but shoved my chest at him, skimming his chin with my tits. His hands shot up to the snaps of my thermal, ripping them apart to expose more of my cleavage before he nuzzled his face in between them with zero pretense.

I threw my head back with a carefree giggle, raking my hands through his wild curls. With his face buried, I felt his dick get even harder. It was going to be a lot to handle. I was even more intrigued by what I was about to experience.

“I can feel that hard cock of yours, and I can’t wait until it’s deep inside me.”

Dianus pinned me with a smoldering look that was nothing short of primal. It made my toes curl and the hair on the back of my neck stick up.

“Keep talking like that and I will make you forget how to speak all together.”

With his promise, he kissed across my chest as his hands fisted my shirt, crumpling it up on my ribs in a silent plea. I lifted my arms, letting him tear it off. He sweetly smoothed out my hair where it was rumpled in the process, his eyes drifting lower and lower.

“Shea,” he said reverently as he traced the trim of my bra with his fingertips. “Your skin is flawless. So smooth.”

“Mind if I see yours?” Together, we unbuttoned his flannel, then he fisted the back of his light gray thermal and tore it over his head. His body was breathtaking. His muscular neck gave way to his trap muscles that morphed into his wide shoulders. His left bicep was covered in bands of dark brown swirls and Celtic knots. “These are beautiful.”

He watched my fingers trace his ink. “Thank you, they remind me of home.”

I roved over, happily caressing his chest hair. He was hairier than I’d expected, but in a good way. It filled the space between his pecs before it trailed lower over his abs and disappeared into his pants. It made me a little lightheaded. He was all man and all mine for tonight.

Wanting to see the rest of his body, I decided to show him more of mine. Knowing most guys couldn’t easily unclip the four heavy-duty hooks holding my bra on me like Fort Knox, I reached behind myself and made quick work of it. Realizing what I had done, Dianus brought his lips back to my chest as he gently peeled the fabric off me. Not even taking an indulgent moment to stare, he moved his mouth lower, grabbing my right breast and holding it to his mouth. Seeing my pale flesh in his tan, mannish grip set something off in my mind I couldn’t even explore because I was too busy gasping when Dianus slowly looked up at me, brazenly locking eyes while his tongue darted out and traced a circle over my areola.

“Mmm,” he rumbled. “I like this.” Another orbit of that playful tongue. “Do you?”

I nodded. He licked again while I rocked back and forth on his cock, just to expend my energy.

“What about this?”

With a tighter clasp, he sucked it roughly, only to nibble in the most glorious way that left me all but crawling up him. I was so overloaded, I didn’t know what to say to improve the silence. All I could do was make little noises of encouragement, my gasps only rivaled by the crackle of the fire and the gusts of wind whipping around the cabin as the storm forged on in the night.

With a tortured inhale, he dropped his eyes to my legs, watching both of his hands run up my thighs only to squeeze them with a blatant jiggle. “I am a lucky man.”

I continued to grind, watching as he stared at where our bodies pressed together. He squeezed my hips and held them in place when I bucked back, catching me. His mouth opened slightly. “Oh, sweetheart. I can see how wet the fabric is. You are soaked for me, are you not?”

Before I could retort, he turned, lowering me onto my back.

I crossed my arms across my torso to push my boobs together as Dianus took up his position over me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I brought my arms even closer, each hand clutching an elbow. “Pushing my tits together for you.”

“No need.”

Unsure what he meant, I lowered my arms to my sides, letting gravity humbly take my boobs where it wanted, which, unfortunately for me, meant closer to my armpits than the center of my chest.

Dianus’s warm, big hand trailed up the valley between my breasts. “How do you expect me to feel this heart of yours wildly beat with desire if your lovely tits are in the way? Hmm?” With his question, his hand covered my heart.

“I-I guess—I thought you’d like—”

Interrupting my stammering, he dropped his head, kissing my heartbeat before moving to my left breast this time, grasping it and strumming the pad of his thumb over my nipple, making it grow harder. Once it was erect, he proceeded to flick his tongue against it. His mouth kissed and licked lower, over my stomach, nipping some flesh there before hooking his fingers on the hem of my skirt and dragging it down, taking my wet underwear with it.

His eyelids hooded as he latched his gaze. “Your cunt. It is so beautiful.”

“You did not just call it that!” I squealed in shock, covering my center with both hands.

“What? A cunt?” He gently ran his fingers over the top of my thighs and hands, coaxing me to show him once more. “That is what it is. It is the best thing on Earth.”

“I call it my pussy,” I offered, hoping to lighten the mood. I spread my legs wider, letting him look. Maybe that was a cultural difference or something. When he’d said the c-word, it hadn’t sounded derogatory. His tone had been steeped in pure awe. That certainly helped. “Sorry, I didn’t bring a razor to shave.”

His fingers brushed over what sparse hair I did have on my mound. “Shave this?”

“Yeah, some guys like it bare.”

His hand cupped me. “Bare?” His brows pinched. “All exposed and vulnerable?”

“Yeah?”

He sucked in a breath and held it, considering the notion that clearly troubled him. “The idea of it makes me uneasy. Something so delicate should be protected. Besides”—he continued to kiss up my inner thighs—“it traps your lovely scent. How am I supposed to live without it?”

Before I could answer, he kissed the seam of my pussy, then groaned to himself and continued to smatter on more kisses as he slid off the couch to kneel, firmly pulling my hips where he wanted me.

With my stomach in the way, I crunched up slightly, bracing myself against the pillow on the sofa in order to watch as he continued to taste me. The sight of his wide shoulders and muscular arms lit by the flames put me in a tailspin only rivaled by the realization that this man was quite literally on his knees for me. Maybe it was karma righting all the wrongs that had been done to me recently, because right now, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was.

He hooked his fingers inside my thigh-highs as a grip as he all but buried his face.

“Oh! God!” He was so unabashedly invested in exploring every part of me.

“Shea, you taste so good.”

He ran his tongue up both sides of my clit before covering me with the entirety of his mouth. I gasped at the contact. Everything went hazy as he proceeded to surround my clit and sucked. Hard. In throbbing patterns I couldn’t follow paired with long licks when I was getting too stimulated. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he slid his finger inside me, then the other. My vision started to blur as I flopped back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

Deep, core-clenching orgasms rolled through me over and over.

“Please!” I panted. “Please get inside me. I have to feel you.”

There had been so much attention with his mouth, I needed him to stuff me full of pleasure with that impressive cock of his. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I was crazed. I urged him to stand. Not even wasting time on being demure, I unbuttoned his pants and palmed his length over a pair of boxer briefs before he tugged them down and stepped out of his clothing, ripping off his socks too.

Dianus’s cock was a thing of beauty. It was thick and long, with a nice branch of veins on the shaft that made me a little feral. His nuts were tight against his body, a contrast to the way his penis swung heavily down the front of him. He was uncircumcised, which I was completely ambivalent about. I had never been with someone uncut, so it would be a new experience, but I assumed it wasn’t very different. A dick was a dick. I was just happy it was about to be inside me. And judging by the sultry look he was shooting my way, I was in for it.

“You’re striking, Dianus. Truly.” I caressed his muscular hips and ass cheeks before exploring his thighs that were smattered in just enough hair to feel sinfully rough. I could only imagine how good it was about to feel on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he undid me.

I clamped my legs together just thinking of it and seized his length instead, coaxing a bead of pre-cum to spill over on my hand. “So fucking thick.”

He sucked in a breath, his pecs rising and falling in the firelight. His dark eyes stared down at my face, like he was searching for something. I could tell my praise was getting him harder, so I continued. “I bet you’re going to ruin other men for me, aren’t you? So far, no one has devoured me as well as you just did.”

“Shea.”

It was a warning.

And I loved it.

I flicked the crown of his cock with my tongue. Just the tiny taste of it made me even more curious. It wasn’t salty or musky, but vaguely sweet, like syrup. Before I could taste it again, he scooped me up under my ass and flung me on the bed. I had no clue how he was so confident to toss me or that I was going to clear the log footboard, but I didn’t care as I saw him prowl over me, the flames from the fireplace dancing behind him, making him look like some wild god.

“You have no clue what you are in for,” he said, crawling closer to me.

My stomach rolled, low and deep. Pure desire lit my body on fire. “Show me,” I whispered coyly as I grabbed his beard and guided him up my torso and to my waiting lips.

The second we kissed, Dianus covered me, pushing me against the furs as his arms bracketed around my head and his body pressed into mine, his mouth stealing nothing but kiss after kiss, breathy and sloppy and oh so desperate. I clung to him as we synched up in a slow grind. His dick ran long passes through my pussy lips, slathering pre-cum across my mound and skimming my clit so well, another tiny orgasm pulsed.

He let out a short chuckle, feeling it. “You come so well for me, Shea.”

“It’s all I want to do. I just want to be so good for you.” I kissed his neck then moved to licking his ear and nibbling his lobe. He shuddered. I could feel his ear heat against my lips, so I teased him with a breathy plea. “Let me be so good for you.”

He reared up and took his position, kneeling in front of me, squatted low with his knees knocked wide. “I need to watch you lose your mind when I fill you.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please, just be soft with it.”

“Of course.” He ran his hand up and down his length before brushing my lips with the head. His eyes grew heavy as they flicked from my pussy to my face. My jaw hung as, inch by inch, he sank inside me with a sharp inhale.

“Fuck!” I breathed. I’d known he was big. But feeling it, you know, really experiencing all of it was something different entirely. “Oh fuck!” I gasped as he drew out and forged ahead again slowly, seated to the hilt.

“Are you okay?” His hand flew to my face to cup it.

I playfully nipped at his thumb. “Yes. Keep going.”

A triumphant smile spread on my face against my will as I took his cock like a pro, moving my hips and meeting each thrust. I could get the hang of this.

He grabbed at my tits and my stomach with a low hum. “You look so good moving like this. Everything jiggling for me.” He grasped my breasts, rolling the nipples mercilessly.

A low noise formed in my throat. I stifled it by biting my knuckle. Dianus leaned in closer, taking my hand and holding it above me on the pillow. “There is no one you need to be quiet for in these woods. It is just you and me. Lose yourself with me.”

“It’s just so much.” I held his neck with my free hand, needing him to help me stay in the moment. I was directionless. Everything around me was blurring, the edges of the world turning golden and shimmering. “Oh my god! This is incredible!” I yelled.

My instinct was to give everything to him. To spread my legs even wider. To press as much of my skin to his as I could. To give him my very breath.

I wanted to do this forever.

I needed to do this forever.

He ran his hand up and down my body with whispers of assurance before he lowered himself, pressing flush against me as he fucked me even harder. When he came, his deep groan filled my heart with so much pride. I made this sexy beast of a man come undone. I did that. When he finished inside me, the warmth of it hitting caused all those noises I’d tried to tamper moments prior to rise up and out of me as my body burst into pleasure. The world blew out. The only awareness was Dianus and his gentle kisses on my neck as he whispered something I didn’t catch.