by Marin Black
It wasn’t enough. My hips undulated, trying to give him more room to go deeper. He plunged a finger in, twirled it around, and teased his tongue over my clit.
“Oh, Dean. Please.”
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to fuck you so hard. Turn over.”
His hands were under me, helping me up, turning me around until I gripped the steering wheel. Grabbing my hips, he pulled upward until my ass jutted high in the air.
And plowed straight into me.
The force of his entry rocked me forward, but I pushed my hips back to meet him, and his cock drove deep inside as my hands tightened around the grips. He was even deeper than before, if that was possible. On his next thrust, he clenched my hips, bringing me back to meet him as he drove into me, so that the force of our joining made a loud slapping sound. My pussy constricted and I held tighter to the wheel as he jammed his swollen cock inside me faster. He seemed to be growing even larger. Did that mean…? My elbows locked as my pussy muscles clamped down on him and he shouted out a moan.
“I’m close…Brie.” He continued to thrust, his breath growing heavier behind me. “I’m going to come.”
I stared out at the frozen landscape through the fogged windshield and pride welled in my chest that I’d had the courage to walk almost naked to the man I’d wanted for almost as long as I could remember. And he wanted me just as badly in return.
My attention snapped back to the hand between my legs—his fingers rubbing over my slick flesh, turning me to hot, molten liquid. My juices changed the sound of our bodies meeting to a wet slap, and the next noise he made told me it was almost more than he could take. His hand, holding on to my hip, clamped into a viselike grip. He found my clit and pinched, jerking me into a sudden, electric-hard orgasm that tightened my pussy around his cock. I cried out his name, fisting the steering wheel, my vision going as white as the winter wonderland around us, as he pounded into me like a jackhammer. When he suddenly stopped, his whole body jerked as my inner muscles wrung the cum from him. I felt the first hot stream before he withdrew and plunged in again.
“Fuck, Brie.”
Release moved through me in waves, each clench of my pussy matching the shuddering of his body as he emptied himself inside me. I was tingling so hard I was nearly numb. Our labored breathing filled the cab as he pulled away and I stood straight on shaking legs. He turned me toward him, and I let him pull me close, reveling in the slide of our skin, slick with the sweat we’d worked up.
Dean cocked his head sideways and dipped low, taking my mouth in a sweet, satisfying kiss that was the perfect finale to our ride in the tractor. I felt every muscle in my body go slack, and as he continued to kiss me, tiny sparks began building between us again.
Groaning, he pressed my ass back against the steering wheel. There was a crack, something shifted, and we lost our balance. With his arm around me, he managed to catch us both.
I turned to see what had happened. Whoops, the steering wheel was gone from its usual place, and had landed on the floor next to his wool-clad feet.
He barked out a laugh, and I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle, but pretty soon we were both nearly in hysterics.
“I guess you got your wish.” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
He gave me an appreciative grin, stroking his beard. “Damn. Be careful what you wish for.”
His gaze wandered over my bare skin, making me so glad I’d stepped out of my comfort zone.
He shrugged. “I don’t really care about the tractor right now.”
“It’s semi-warm in the house.” I draped my arms over his shoulders, lacing my fingers together behind his neck, loving the feel of the damp hair on his nape. “I have a fire going in the fireplace. There’s a fur rug just in front of the hearth, just begging to be used.”
In a flash, he’d turned the ignition key.
The silence hit my ears like a roar.
He yanked on the door handle, flinging it open and scooping me up. We squealed in unison as the cold air rushed over us. Stumbling down the steps in his socks, he snatched up his clothes.
My gaze snagged on my thong, discarded on the floor of the tractor. Oops! I snatched it up as Dean stepped into his boots, then he carried me to the house.
By the time he set me on my feet inside the door, my teeth were chattering. The trip back to the house had been a lot colder than my trip out. Evidently I’d been running on adrenaline and had been numb to the bite in the air.
Dean rubbed his hands together before smacking my ass cheek, giving me an icy shock.
“I think the temperature’s dropping.” He frowned at the pile of ash in the fireplace. “Looks like your fire burned out.”
My face heated. I wasn’t the best survivalist, and I’d been distracted. I was lucky I’d pulled the screen mesh in front of the now dismal-looking space.
I hurriedly put on my thong, leggings, and shirt, adding my coat on top.
Dean surveyed my supplies as he dressed, then went to the kitchen window and checked the outdoor thermometer.
“How did you remember that thermometer was out there after all this time?” All business and looking like a sexy outdoorsman in his coveralls and boots, he met my gaze across the open floor plan.
“I check on this house and several others for nonresidents, when they’re empty for a while.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you had moved back permanently.”
He raised one thick, dark eyebrow. “We still have a lot of catching up to do.”
His gaze traveled down my body, and I could tell by the flicker of spark in his eyes that he was thinking of heating up the cabin next. I was all for it.
“But first, we’re going to need wood.”
After rebuilding the fire in the fireplace, Dean went out back, past the shed, where there was part of a large tree that had fallen earlier in the year.
I could barely tear my eyes away when he began chopping wood with an ax, easily hacking chunks of wood off.
Halfway through, he unzipped his coveralls and shed the top part, letting it hang at his waist.
The muscles of his arms bulged as he cut enough wood to keep us warm for a good while and held me entranced. I finally snapped out of it when he stopped for a breather. He would probably be hungry. Giggling and making jokes about pioneers to myself, I gathered a meal.
By the time Dean came in the door smelling like fresh-cut wood, I had a row of bacon kabobs lined up over the fire, a pot of canned corn, and some pretty flat but half-brown biscuits cooking.
When he took in my makeshift meal, his lips curled upward. “You might not be Betty homemaker, but I’d wager you would make a decent pioneer wife.”
Wife.
Did he know I’d fantasized about being his wife when I was a girl? No. He couldn’t. Still, my cheeks heated, and I turned back to the fire so he couldn’t read my face. “I didn’t know Harvard churned out farmers.” A little harsh, but if anything, I’d been forthcoming with him.
“Last time I checked, they don’t.” He sat in a kitchen chair, untying the laces of his boots. “I graduated and worked in a finance company for several years. Damn near suffocated. When Dad decided to retire, I took over the farm.”
“It looks like it agrees with you.” I couldn’t help but watch as he stripped out of the coveralls, my mind jumping ahead to using the bearskin rug. What was wrong with me, that I couldn’t so much as glance at Dean without wanting to take his clothes off?
This time though, I played the perfect snowed-in host and served him a plate of mostly warm, partly burnt dinner.
He took it gladly, laughing over my bacon artistry. The bacon strips had curled up into curlicues that grossly reminded him of pigs’ tails.
We laughed and caught up as we sat in front of the fire and darkness fell outside, the glow from the fire illuminating the cabin.
Once we’d finished, he took my plate, setting them both aside, and pulled me onto his lap. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he said, �
��What brought on your…catwalk out there?” He nodded toward the front windows. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved what you did. And I’m damn glad you had the nerve. But the Brie I knew back when would never have stripped down to her birthday suit and rocked it down the sidewalk in nothing but her boots. What gives?”
My heart starting pounding. He was right, the old Brie would never have done such a thing. Was being snowed in making me lose my always-smart sense of etiquette? Oh great, had I become my mother? Was that what this whole thing was about?
I took my time formulating an answer, happy he asked the question I hadn’t known I needed to contemplate. It was so warm in his lap, with the fire in front of us. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. “I guess I’m just tired of always trying to please people.” When his eyebrow shot up, I amended, “Always trying to do what’s right to please people. I’ve found myself going against every instinct in me to please someone, and in the end, it turns out I was right all along.” I told him about my fiancé, walking away, and trying to figure out what I was really going to do with my life.
“I like who you are, Brie, and I wouldn’t want you to go against something so you couldn’t be yourself.”
I realized that, rather than outrageous behavior, my stripping and strutting to Dean in the cold had been a spur-of-the-moment action based on instinct. “I don’t regret my trip down the sidewalk, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
He smiled, his teeth so white and shiny that I wanted to run my tongue over them. When he shifted, a hard bulge pressed against the side of my leg. Breath caught in my throat.
“Would it be going against your instincts if I kissed you right now?”
His ice-blue eyes caught me in his trap. All I could do was shake my head.
Warm lips came down on mine. They pressed softly against my own, making me impatient for a heated kiss. But instead, he only hovered there, letting our breaths mingle as my body began to sing, caught up in some frequency that only happened when Dean was near.
I parted my lips on a half inhale, and his tongue swept across the inner side of the sensitive skin of my lower lip, making a lightning bolt streak to my core. I whimpered, and when my lips parted more, he swept his tongue in. My tongue tangled with his, making my juices flow, and the air around us heated even more.
“Can I touch you…here?”
I opened my eyes to see his hand hovering over my right breast. I nodded, and he cupped my breast over my shirt, flicking across my nipple, and making me squirm against the erection that was now pressing against my leg.
Palming my breast in his hand, he pressed it upward, pulling me closer to his chest.
“What about…here?” he murmured low in his throat.
He moved downward and swept his index finger ever so lightly across my slit. “Please,” I breathed. Why had I put my leggings back on?
His large hand was hot when it cupped my mound, his thumb running in circles around my throbbing clit. He groaned as he hooked his fingers in my waistband, pulling the material aside so he could thrust his hand inside, splaying his fingers over my silky panties. I raised my hips to press closer, and he hooked his fingers around the top of the leggings, pulling them down and off, along with my boots. I returned the favor, unbuttoning his flannel shirt slowly as I pulled his mouth back to mine for a steamy hot kiss.
He groaned when I found the button to his jeans, and he helped me rid him of those too. His boxers joined my panties on the floor, and I straddled him, ripping off my shirt, wanting his swollen member inside me posthaste.
But he had other ideas.
Taking my upper arms in his strong hands, he lifted me from his lap, placing me on my back on the soft bearskin rug.
Staring up at him, I watched as his gaze slid over my body, his eyes filled with appreciation.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. I used to fantasize about us being alone in this cabin, right here, in front of the fire.” He smiled, lifting a hand that was trembling slightly.
Placing it between my legs, he used his thumb to work its magic over my button, making me cry out. He slid down my body until his head was between my thighs.
He said softly, “It was worth the wait.” He took his tongue, in one long lick, straight up my center.
My hips tried to follow that glorious member, but he pressed me back down into the fur. I gripped it in both fists, fighting to lie still.
Dean looked into my eyes, throwing a spark that heated me by several degrees, just before he took that hot tongue in reverse. With his hands clamped on my inner thighs, keeping them open as far as they would go, I was spread-eagle, vulnerable to his every touch, each of which seemed to be magnified.
He ran his tongue slowly, lightly, over my labia, awakening sensations that I’d never experienced. The second I had a handle on what he was doing, his tongue shifted gears, taking me to an entirely new level of ecstasy. When he began fucking me with his tongue, slowly, then faster and faster, I reared up, panting and plunging my fingers into his hair. He shot me a mischievous look and slowed his tongue while at the same time pressing his thumb down on my clit. The loss of friction combined with the additional pressure were enough to make me moan and collapse back to the floor.
I surrendered to his ministrations as he took his tongue in slow paths over my sensitive skin while carving out a path around my clit, crossing over it and making me suck in a breath. I couldn’t believe I was here, on the floor of this cabin, with Dean feasting on my pussy like I was his last meal.
Pressing my legs upward, Dean moved in even closer, spreading my lips apart and blowing a cool breath over my exposed skin. Meeting my gaze, he snaked his tongue out and over my clit.
I gasped. His movement brought home just how exposed I was to him now. Completely. Another flick of his tongue and my back was arching up from the floor.
He slid his fingers beneath my ass, keeping me spread with his thumbs, and held me high in the air, flicking me mercilessly with his tongue. It was my turn to thrust my hands into my hair as I tried not to writhe and failed. With my pussy in the air, his hands cracking me wide open, his tongue working at Mach 5, my clit pebbled into a hard rock. All the energy in my body gathered there, preparing to burst free. My lungs stopped working, my skin heating until I might as well have been on a sun-scorched beach. The only sensation I knew was his tongue scraping over my hardened clit. Flick. Flick. Flick. Liquid heat burst from my clitoris, propelling me from earth and into a darkened space that flashed with colors and light. I floated there, sensations lancing through me, until Dean’s gentle lapping brought me back, as he soothed and petted me into a languid pool of rhapsody.
Smiling up at me from between my legs, he said, “One fantasy come true…”
“You have any more fantasies?”
He grinned. “Only one or two from every time I saw you.”
I would have thought he was exaggerating, except for the way his cheeks pinkened slightly. He’d wanted me exactly the way I’d wanted him. And neither of us had ever known.
Still, I was glad we hadn’t acted on our feelings, back when it would have meant sneaking around under parents’ noses. This way, as adults, was much better. We could do whatever we wanted.
I relished the feeling and curled my lips upward at the corners. “Is there anything else you’ve always wanted to do?”
He growled, the sound vibrating through me. That, combined with the sensation of the bearskin rug beneath me, started up a tingling between my legs.
Dean raised up on his hands, his gaze raking up my body as he shifted so he was over me. “If I show you everything, we’ll be here until spring.”
“Oh.”
Kneeling between my legs, he lifted me until I was straddling his lap.
I wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders.
With one hand on my ass, one curling up in my hair, he pulled me against his hard chest. His lips came down on mine, his breath mingling with my own so intimately, raising the heat level
that had been slowly climbing again.
All I could think was that Dean was taking me. When his cock suddenly slipped between my pussy lips, I crooned.
Throwing my head back, I tilted my pelvis, gasping as my sensitive clit met warm, throbbing steel.
Dean swooped in, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking, pulling and stretching it with his teeth until it popped from his mouth, before giving the other the same treatment. Sucking. Pricking of his teeth.
Delicious pain of my nipple being pulled to its limit. Gripping his shoulders, I wiggled my hips, letting the juices that flowed help me slide across his erection until he was firmly seated between my lips, my opening rubbing across his length.
He groaned, his blue eyes, darkened by widened pupils, meeting mine. He disentangled his hand from my hair and grabbed my hip. “This.”
His eyes pierced my soul.
“This is what I’ve always wanted. Needed. I want to watch—”
He closed his eyes, jaw clenching, as I let my weight press our sexes more tightly together. When they flew open again, the desire there melted every other thought but of Dean.
“Ride me, Brie.”
Breathless, the air around us replaced by scorching heat, I reached between our bodies, slipping my fingers beneath his cock. He growled as I wasted no time, tilting my hips to allow him to slip inside me.
His control broke, his blue eyes turning slightly wild as he pressed me down on him and thrust upward, his cock impaling me. I cried out as his hands continued the pressure, holding him inside me so, so deep, our bodies fused together. He was so large and deep, that even though we’d fucked like rabbits in the tractor, he stretched me still, the pain switching over to pleasure and back to pain again that was delicious in its indecision.
“Brie…”
Dean’s voice and gaze were questioning, concern for me coming before his own lust.
“Yes.” The word—letting him know I was okay, that he had my permission to do to me as he pleased—ended in a whimper as he abruptly raised me up, gliding me to the tip of his cock before plunging back inside, using my weight to press me down on him. His eyes still on me, I answered the silent question his gaze asked. “Yes!”