Race placed his hands on the outside of her hips, and then dragged his fingertips over the tops of her thighs to the thick curls between her legs. Moving one hand to the small of her back, he slid the fingers of his other hand between her legs. “God, you're already wet. You're really into this, aren't you, baby?"
She arched her back as his fingers slid around her labia. “When will you undress? You've seen me. When do I get my turn?"
Reluctantly parting from her for the moment, he lifted his hands out to his sides. “Why don't you undress me? Do anything you want."
The intensity in his voice, along with the invitation to explore his rock-hard body, was too exciting. If her pussy was wet before, she could actually feel it dripping now. How did a man get to be so big and gorgeous? And what kind of idiot was that Margot person to let him go?
"Race kept his gaze on hers as she began to undress him. Her slender long fingers, tipped in Valentine red, skimmed the inside of his waistband as she unfastened the hook, and then slowly peeled down the zipper. But for the long-legged briefs he wore under his uniform trousers, his cock would be jutting straight out.
Her hands gently traced the outline of his massive penis. She heard him moan as he tilted his head slightly backward and saw him momentarily close his eyes. In one deft action, she pulled down the pants and the briefs, kneeling to the floor to do so. He quickly stepped out of the clothing. When Aeryn looked up, there was a kind of fire in his eyes and he reached almost possessively down for her. Aeryn likened the gesture to a warrior of some kind, lunging after his prey. She was assertively pulled into his embrace, and then kissed as if it was the last touch of a lifetime. Her arms went around his shoulders and she writhed against his body, seeking his flesh to warm her. She'd only had a glimpse of the immense cock and testicles displayed between his legs. It'd all been surrounded by brown curls thick enough to run her fingers through.
Race was caught in some kind of fiery fascination with their kiss and bodies so close. He could barely think straight and wasn't sure it mattered that he had a coherent thought at all.
The next thing Aeryn knew, he was lifting her in his arms and striding from the room.
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Chapter Three
Aside from his brain taking a hike, Race barely recognised where he was. It really didn't matter so long as he could have her anywhere. He wanted this woman in a way that was maddening. Her soft body moulded to his as he'd kissed her. She now rested against him as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom and the sensation in his gut was telling him she was supposed to be his, in his arms and in his bed. He carefully deposited her on the bedcover then backed away so she could get a good look at him with the bedroom lamp on.
Aeryn didn't notice her surroundings, only the man. There before her was an almost seven-foot giant with muscle pooling into muscle. From his sculpted shoulders to his flexing pectorals, and down to his pillowed abdomen, she finally found the almost nine inches of wrist-thick penis she'd barely had time to see before. She openly gasped and felt her eyes widen. Beneath the jutting cock lay his testicles, almost as large as tennis balls. All the hearty flesh lay amid the thick brown curls her hands ached to touch. “My God!"
He felt a grin spread across his face. Her body reminded him of those World War II paintings on the sides of aircraft, the ones where the barely concealed beauty was gazing seductively at her enrapt military audience. “Keep looking at me like that, and I don't think I can be responsible for what I do, honey."
"Don't be responsible,” she rasped out. “Just tell me you're safe to have sex with and be straight. I'm clean. Are you?"
"Damned right, but I always use protection. There are some condoms in the table right beside you, along with some lubricants.” He shrugged and grinned. “A guy gets lonely and needs something to help jerk off."
She sat up, opened the drawer he indicated, but stopped with her hand hovering over a condom marked extra, extra large. “Swear on your life you're clean again."
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her as she fell back against the pillows. “I swear it, but use the condoms anyhow. When we know each other better, we'll make a more rational choice. Right now I'm so damned close to shooting that if you don't put me inside you I'll cum on your breasts."
She quickly reached back into the drawer, pulled out the packet and peeled it open. When she sat up and scooted closer to him, he leaned slightly back and spread his legs. “Put the damned thing on me and hurry."
The almost growling tone of voice led her to believe he was struggling to control his actions. Something told her that if he ever let himself completely go, all that muscle between her legs could be seriously dangerous. Even then, her gut feeling was that he would stop before hurting her.
He watched, with her head close to his, as she slid the condom down over his shaft. She began to fondle him and lowered her head to tease the covered head of his cock. He wanted, with all his heart, to rip the condom off, but there'd be time. He'd make sure she'd come back after the weekend was over, by whatever means necessary. He fell backward onto the bed, and perpendicular to the side. He caressed soft curves of a woman that he'd only dreamt of having in the past lonely weeks. Aeryn, it seemed, liked to take charge. The fact that he wasn't automatically expected to was thrilling. The soft little kisses she planted over his abdomen as she worked her way up to his face were driving him into a wonderful madness. And when her mouth finally captured his again, the kiss was long, wet, wonderful and deep. He breathed into her and took her breath into his lungs. He pressed her against his body, hearing her tiny little moans of delight as she moved her clit against the tip of his penis. And when the kiss was finally broken and their lips were no more than a whisper apart, he asked, “Tell me what you want me to do."
"Just keep touching me,” she instructed and brought one hand down between them. Grasping his love rod between her fingers, she pressed his penis to the opening of her vagina and simply slid onto his unbelievable length. At first, she barely believed her ability to take him all in. But the pressure in her body as she sat up was proof. He was definitely all there.
"Easy, baby, take it slow and easy,” he coaxed, and felt her tight little pussy squeeze around him automatically. “Don't move, just get used to it."
If anyone else had said those words, she'd have laughed her butt of at the implied conceit. But there was a genuine concern in his eyes that touched her deeply. The man knew his size and now knew hers. He didn't want to hurt her by moving too quickly and was, even now, using whatever language it took to get her to take it easy, even at his expense.
"Try fingering your clit, honey. Then move when you feel ready.” She wasn't a virgin, nor was he teaching one. But the discomfort to her was obvious. There was a painful little grimace on her face as she tried to take him in too fast. He sensed her need and tried to ready her.
She did as he suggested, then lifted up slightly.
That little movement almost made him explode. Race had been with women many times larger inside than Aeryn. That she was so tight was due to her smaller build. Tall she might be, but inside, she was still tiny. She dropped her head back, swung her hair around and he could feel her relaxing. Her little body was finally accepting him, and it felt incredible. “That's it, Aeryn. That's it. Play with yourself. Feel how good it is. Feel the pressure against your clit as you touch it."
His words excited her. Most men didn't talk much at this point. It was as if doing so was turning him on as much as it was her, and Aeryn loved it. She grasped at every syllable and finally brought both hands over his nipples when the deep pressure built and began to spread from her clitoris outward. “Ohhhh, God! It's so good,” she cried.
Race held her hair back as he felt her body tighten over and over against his cock. He wanted to see her face and know there was no faked orgasm. He'd satisfy her, or this was all for nothing. Then, he felt her slide up and down his shaft. Her tight little pussy squeezed him exactly th
e right way. The next moment, she was milking seed from him even as she shuddered through her orgasm. Their mutual cries mingled in the night. Even as the sleet hit the walls of the cabin, the heat inside was so intense it could melt metal. There was a fine sheet of sweat covering his body and hers when she finally collapsed against him. He cradled her body close, never wanting to let her go. For the first time in his life, he had a woman with him who shared some of his interests. She was smart, funny and unbelievably sexy. Even now, her palms moved over his chest and shoulders as if she actually knew his thoughts. He'd wanted her to caress him after the sex, and she did. Her soft lips whispered words of thanks against his cheek as she lifted up and stared down into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Aeryn. You probably know you could have any man you want."
For a long moment she smiled down at him. “Stranded or not, I'm exactly where I want to be."
He looped his arms around her body and pulled her against him again. And when he had her body stretched out over his and had rid himself of the used condom by tossing it into a nearby waste basket, he used one arm and his strength to manoeuvre them up to the head of the bed where pillows were piled.
She lay against his chest as he reached over her and turned off the lamp. A moment later, they were in total darkness. She nuzzled her cheek against his body and heard his strong heart beating. But it wasn't the only sound. Outside, the temperature had plummeted. “Listen. I can hear ice hitting the roof."
"Let it sleet. Let hell freeze over and the world shift on its axis. I don't give a damn so long as you stay right where you are, pretty lady."
"Will you keep me warm?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely!” he promised.
Aeryn had never felt so comfortable in her entire life. Falling asleep on his chest was wonderful. Her dreams were of spring days in a garden where tomatoes grew thick on their vines and a very big muscle-man was happily helping her pick them.
* * * *
She must have died and gone to heaven. Someone was massaging her back and legs with the most exquisitely tender touch. “Mmmm, that's fantastic."
It wasn't quite dawn when he'd awakened to find his dream was real. She was actually in his arms and so soft and cuddly that he couldn't help himself. Touching her was almost a moral imperative. “Like that, sweetness?"
"Ohhhh, that's even better,” she cried out as one of his hands moved between her spread legs and fingered her clit. She kept her arms above her head as he turned her over.
"I think there's something you'll like even more, darlin'.” He pressed her thighs apart with his palms and lowered his head between them.
His soft, wet tongue was now against her clit. Its warmth caused her to immediately raise her hips for more contact. The loud moan escaped her mouth before she could control it. His hands were warm against her butt as he slid them there to help support his efforts. Ever so slowly, he circled her clitoris with the very tip of his tongue. The banshee-like, guttural cries she heard couldn't be coming from her, but there could be no other woman making them. It was as if her mind was connected with the exquisite sensation, but her voice was acting on its own volition.
The more she squirmed, the more he wanted to be inside her. His condom had been on since he'd awoken, but he wanted to know she was almost ready to explode when he made his entrance. He was still larger than her body could accommodate unless she was well prepared. Then, her shattering cry told him she was unravelling from inside out. He quickly moved his head from between her thighs, positioned himself over her and thrust in. The movement was easy and clean. For a moment, she stiffened, then gripped his shoulders and dropped her head back, gasping in air at the same time. “Another one? Is that what it is, baby?"
Aeryn was sure she'd go mad when the second orgasm covered the first. His thick entrance at the most intense moment had triggered the next wave of pleasure and she rode it, shuddering almost as if she was in a seizure.
He thrust slowly, then faster. Her response was so beautiful that he spilled easily and with complete abandon. His orgasm lasted longer than he'd ever experienced before. His own voice was now loud and filled with desire. He could hear how different it sounded, even to his own ears. But the throaty vocalisations were no distraction from the pulsing, stroking, hot massaging of his cock deep within her little body. She had him gripped with fervour and he couldn't stop. He kept on and on until the last of his seed was gone. Only then did he let himself collapse in pure, raw satisfaction.
She let her hands wander over his back and butt. “You're so strong,” she panted, “and so damned sexy."
"Careful,” he laughed and nuzzled her cheek with his own. “You'll give me a big head."
She wrapped her legs around his lower torso. “It's too late for that, my man. Way too late for that."
The double meaning had him grinning. And when he finally rolled to one side, he kept his arms around her body so she was pressed against him. “Good morning.” With that greeting, he kissed her quite long and soundly.
"Yeah, it really is,” she admitted after this kiss was finished, and she was finally able to draw in a deep breath. His big warm body was so deliciously cuddly. “Don't let me go. It's cold."
After their lovemaking, he could feel the heat drift away from their bodies, too. The temperature during the night had taken a sharp dive. He pulled a blanket over them both and pressed her head against his right shoulder. “Better?"
"Much."
It wasn't just a couple of minutes before he could feel her deep, steady breathing and knew she slept again. What kind of providence had brought her into his life? He didn't care. All that mattered was that she was there. A stranger yesterday, he felt he knew her better than he ever had Margot. He felt totally relaxed next to her, allowing the wind around the cabin to lull him into sleep.
Race was awakened some time later to the delicate sensation of having his entire penis thoroughly sucked. Even his balls were given special attention as the gorgeous woman hovering over the lower half of his body ran her fingers over them. It was as if she was testing their hardness. His toes curled and he stretched out so she could further lick his genitalia. “Now, that's what I call a damned wake up call,” he whispered and tried to keep his eyes from permanently rolling back in his head.
"I want you to play with my breasts when I mount you,” she instructed. “I like to have my nipples pulled."
"Dammit, baby! You can have anything you want pulled, just take me in you before I cream all over the place."
"And will you take me from behind, later?” she recklessly asked.
"Front, behind or any way you say."
She heard the rasping sound of his voice and knew he was about to release. If he hadn't been speaking at all, she'd have known from the telltale first drops of lubrication coming from the tip of his cock. And wanting to ride him like a Texas cyclone, she gracefully moved up his body and positioned herself above his mighty organ.
Race opened his eyes and lifted his head. “You little wildcat! Take me deep. Don't even play around with a few inches at a time. Not now."
Seeing the absolute look of heated passion plastered over his face, Aeryn did as he commanded. She sunk down on to him in one long motion. As she did, his hands came up from stroking her thighs and grabbed her breasts most decisively. “Do my nipples. Do them hard, but don't hurt me,” she commanded.
He followed the instructions almost as if there were no other coherent thoughts that could enter his brain except those she put there. When she began to rock her hips back and forth and throw that beautiful hair around, he lifted up off the bed very high. The result was to almost impale her on his cock. He heard her squeal in absolute delight, saw the smile on her face and did it again, all the while tweaking her nipples. The elongated little buds were just right for sucking, but he'd be sure to get to that later. For now, he concentrated on letting his little bull rider have her moment aboard him.
She had to put her hands on his chest to keep from falling
off as he bucked. The feel of his fingers on her breasts and nipples was extraordinarily sensual. Her clit kept coming hard down against his shaft as she leaned forward. All she could do was close her eyes and prepare herself for the tensing of her womb. It came hard and she screamed.
Race could recognise the difference in a woman who was hurting and one in the throes of intense pleasure. He kept lifting his body up and down while gently twisting her nipples and pulling them forward. Her tight cunt was wet, hot and perfect. She now knew how to accept his larger size with precision; her little body was squeezing him with force.
"I'm going to shoot hard, baby. Ohhhh, God, here it comes!” It was then that he realised the little vixen hadn't put a condom on him before mounting. He'd been so engrossed in taming the wildcat that he hadn't cared. But even that thought didn't stop his seed from rushing forth. It filled her, spilled down her legs and onto his lower abdomen. Some of the fluid was probably hers as she thrashed about ever harder against him, deep in a massive orgasm. When she fell on top of him and he stopped moving, he wrapped his arms around her and attempted to make some sense of all that soft, tangled hair. It took him several moments to catch his breath before he said, “Why didn't you use a condom, honey?"
"I-I couldn't help it. I w-wanted to taste you, then feel you."
So, there it was. They had to trust each other to some extent during an age when safety was important. For Race, it no longer mattered since he was damned determined that this wasn't going to be some weekend fling with a stranger. His objective was to know her a lot better and keep her with him for as long as he could. They'd connected enough on the intellectual side that a relationship was probable, if they wanted one. Certainly, the physical side was a done deal. That part of what they'd begun was in-fucking-credible.
He pulled her up his body until her mouth was over his. “Kiss me, baby. Make it sweet."
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