by Rye Hart
She walked over to the water and turned it off. The moment she turned her back to me, I figured I’d been turned down and I honestly couldn’t blame her. We were both in awkward territory and trying to figure out how we were going to get her back to the resort. I could tell she was still limping slightly on her ankle and, eventually, she’d feel too cooped up to stay any longer.
I heard something fall to the floor and whipped my head up.
Slowly but surely, she inched her way out of my clothes. They fell to the floor in piles before she turned around and I got my first good look at the beautiful body I’d taken a couple of nights ago. Her skin was lightly tanned and glistened with a reddish tint. Her hips were thick and her breasts were supple. Every curve and every dip of her body was begging to be touched by my hands. She stepped into the tub and settled right between my legs and, immediately, my dick jumped to life as she settled back into my chest.
“How are your toes feeling?” she asked.
“I can move them now,” I said.
“That’s a good thing. Wouldn’t want to lose those.”
“That wouldn’t be ideal in this situation, no.”
I allowed my hands to slide up her arms while her head laid back on my shoulder. Her skin was soft underneath my fingertips. My erection pulsed at the small of her back, aching for her. She pressed into me, pulling a sigh from between my lips before I moved her hair off to the side.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Whitney,” I said into her ear.
She opened her neck to me and I planted a small kiss on her skin. I could feel her shivering and her hands ran up and down my legs. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her closer to me, the water sloshing around us while my lips savored the taste of her neck.
“Liam,” she said in a whisper.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What about this?”
My hand slowly inched up her body and cupped a luscious breast. Immediately, her nipple sprang to attention, begging to be touched. I massaged her skin, her nipples poking between my fingers. I squeezed down on it ever so slightly, pulling moans from her mouth as she rolled her hips right against my cock.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“What about this?”
Slowly, my other hand inched down between her legs. Her pussy folds were swollen with desire, waiting for me to part them and explore her body. I slipped my fingers into her and felt her press down onto them, a wanton groan escaping her lips as she spread her legs farther for me.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Do you want more?”
I paused, feeling her entire body tighten up at my question. This wouldn’t have to go any further, not if she didn’t want it to. I was perfectly content with holding her body close to mine and simply feeling her draped against me. It’d been years since I’d allowed myself the pleasure of the female form and Whitney’s form was as perfect as they came. Supple curves. Soft skin. Tits that reacted to me and a pussy that was currently dripping onto my fingers. There were so many things I still wanted to do with her. So many areas of her body I wanted to taste. I wanted to go slow and explore her body this time. I wanted to keep the animal in its cage until I’d satiated my thirst for her.
But if that wasn’t what she wanted, then this didn’t have to go any further than what it currently was.
“Yes,” she said, whispering. “I want so much more.”
I shivered at the thought of what I would do to her tonight as my lips drew in a patch of skin at her neck.
“Then lean into me,” I said. “And spread those legs wide.”
CHAPTER 18
WHITNEY
I was shrouded in him.
My body leaned into him and his lips continued to coat my neck in kisses. My body was stuffed with his fingers while his thumb found my swollen clit. He was slow. Tender. Like he was trying to savor the moment. It was different from what I’d experienced with him a couple of nights ago, and I felt my entire body exploding with electricity.
My hands gripped onto his strong thighs while I bucked against his hand. The water was splashing over the edge of the tub, dripping onto the floor while I chased my own need. I felt him grinning into my skin while the hair of his beard tickled the crook of my neck and, by the time his hand started to pick up the pace, my leg was thrown over the side of the tub.
But then, he stopped.
I whimpered at the loss of his touch. I felt him gather me in his arms before he raised us both up from the bath. I could feel my arousal dripping down my skin as he stepped out of the tub, but instead of taking us to his bedroom, he padded out to the living room, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all.
I felt him place me on the chair by the fireplace as the heat roared over our bodies. Then he tossed my legs over his shoulders before he knelt in front of me.
My eyes hooked onto his stormy gaze as his tongue slid up my slit. My clit was so swollen, he was already grazing against its tip and I jolted at the sensation. He opened my pussy folds with his fingers and watched my juices drip onto his furniture, groaning at the sight. My hand ran through his hair, tugging him closer and closer to my body.
Then, he gave me exactly what I wanted.
As I sat on my throne with this massive man kneeling between my legs, I jolted with every flick he gave me. His lips puckered around my swollen clit and his tongue worked me expertly. His beard raked against my sensitive folds as his hands clamped down on my hips. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of him and, soon, I was rolling my hips into his face.
“Liam. Yes. Oh, just like that. Don’t move. Don’t stop.”
My heels dug into the rippling muscles of his back while his lips suckled on my clit. I felt like I was floating as the fire beat down its heat against our naked bodies. The curtains were open and the moonlight was shining through. The snow backdropped Liam’s head between my legs as my nipples began to pucker. I felt it coming, that slow burning sensation that gathered steam with every lick he gave me.
My toes began to curl and my back began to bow and, soon, both of my hands were tugging on his thick tendrils, trying to get him as close as I could.
“Yes! Liam! I’m coming! Don’t… stop…”
My pussy began to throb in ecstasy as Liam’s tongue pressed deep into me. My climax rendered me speechless while my jaw unhinged in pleasure. I was captivated by the way he felt between my legs. I was blown away by how quickly he could bring me to orgasm.
I felt my juices spilling onto his chin as his tongue continued to ride out my pleasure with me.
My body dropped into the chair and I felt him slowly pull away. He placed random kisses up my body before he hovered above my face and I smiled when I saw my fluids glistening in his beard. I rose up to catch his lips as his arms slipped around my body and, soon, we had traded places before he sat me down in his lap.
I felt him reach down and grab his cock to position it at my entrance.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, studying him through the hazy lens of pleasure. I could feel his pulsing cock between my legs, ready to be devoured by my pussy. He was growing bigger and bigger by the second as the heat of my body beat down on him. I leaned my forehead down onto his while my arms slinked around his neck. Then, I bucked my hips forward and allowed my pussy to swallow his cock whole.
I felt his grip settle on my hips as he guided my motions.
We breathed each other’s air and I could smell my scent upon his skin. He rolled my hips while he groaned, biting down onto his lower lip to stifle his noises. I sucked his lip between mine, releasing the growls and groans he had to give me.
“I want to hear them,” I said, whispering. “I want to hear them all.”
His hips matched every roll I gave and, soon, our moans were intermingling with one another’s. His hand came up to run through my hair, pushing it back from my face so he could look into my eyes. Our gazes locked and our breathing synced, our bodies rolling in
tandem while goosebumps rose upon my skin.
There was a tenderness behind his dark blue eyes and I wasn’t ready to let it go yet.
I slid my hands down his chest before I let my fingertips trail down his rippling abs. His body was perfect in every single way. He was strong but gentle. He was toned but humble about it. I wrapped my arms underneath his and rushed my fingernails up his back, laying my head into the crook of his neck.
All movements stopped and he stayed seated within me as the fire crackled beside us.
I felt his chest rising with his breaths. I felt his cock throbbing against my dripping walls. I could feel the juices I’d already leaked onto his skin and the way his hands pressed into the small of my back. I ghosted his skin with kisses until I finally found his lips and, when I did, I tilted my head off to the side and devoured his tongue.
Immediately, I was picked up off the chair. I wrapped my legs around Liam and steadied myself as he walked us back into his bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, his cock slipping from me before juices flooded down my legs.
Then he turned me over and lifted my hips up into the air.
His hand wound into my hair as my face buried into a pillow. He plunged himself inside my body as I moaned for more of him, my hips bucking back to get him to move. He slid all the way out before he slammed back in and my whimpers of ecstasy became cries of pleasure.
“Yes! Please!”
Again and again, it happened, him sliding out and slamming back in. My ass jumped for him, causing me to plant my hands into the headboard of his bed. With every move he made, it knocked against the wall, threatening to shatter into a million splinters before I came on his cock. His hand wrapped steadily into the tresses of my hair as his hips continued their assault and soon his thrusts were coming so quickly I wasn’t sure I would be able to breathe in between them.
My pussy was fluttering and my juices were dripping. His cock was growing and his balls were smacking my clit. I wrapped my feet around whatever part of him I could feel while that electric sensation shot down my back, my body begging for more of him.
And then, it happened again.
“Yes! Shit! Don’t stop. I’m coming, Liam.”
My body popped, sucking Liam’s cock deeper into me as he drove himself inside one last time. He dropped to my back and pressed kisses up my spine as my body shook. I bit down on the pillow, stifling my moans and whimpers while his cock spilled itself into me.
“Whitney. Holy hell.”
It was the first time I’d heard my name drip from his lips. I closed my eyes and allowed it to wash over me as my pussy trapped him inside. My toes finally uncurled and my body dropped to the bed and soon I felt his body resting on top of mine. The light sheen of sweat that had gathered upon his skin coated my back and, as he slowly slid out of me, I could feel our intermingled juices trickling from between my legs.
He pressed kisses into the back of my neck before he finally released my hair. Then, he slid off to the side and gathered me in his arms.
I was waiting for him to slip out. I could feel my eyes growing heavy with exhaustion and I assumed he would try to find his way to the living room again. But instead of moving, he slid his leg between mine and wrapped me up tightly in his arms.
I sighed at the sensation as I scooted my body back into his.
“The man at the shop told me something interesting,” he said.
“What wonderful pillow talk,” I said, grinning.
Liam’s chuckle washed over my body, still able to tingle my toes with electricity even though I was spent.
“He said the main roads should be cleared by Friday. So, if I could get you to the main road, I could get you back to the resort.”
“Ah,” I said. “Well, okay.”
I barely knew Liam but I wasn’t sure I wanted this to end just yet. Friday was only a couple more days away and I was hoping to get more time with him. I’d come to enjoy the seclusion with him. I’d come to enjoy the silence of his presence. I’d come to enjoy the beautiful views he had from this little cabin of his. Up here, there were no worries. I didn’t have to think about my future or my career or how the hell I’d ended up here at this point in my life.
He was a wonderful distraction and I didn’t want it to end.
“Just thought you should know,” he said.
I was exhausted and I could feel my eyes getting heavier, but there was something in his voice. Had I been a little more awake, I might’ve been able to place it, but the only thing I could identify about it before I fell asleep was the disappointment.
I could’ve sworn I heard disappointment in his voice.
CHAPTER 19
LIAM
My eyes opened and I felt the warmth of Whitney’s body against mine. Another restful night of sleep where the nightmares were kept at bay. I knew it was Whitney’s presence doing this. I knew she was the one driving my nightmares away. There was something about her I simply couldn’t place. A soothing component my body simply gravitated toward. I drew in a deep breath through my nose as her hair danced along the pillows of my bed. Then, I drew her body into mine and held on to her tightly.
I knew most of the roads would be cleared tomorrow and I wanted to make today special for Whitney. I knew she was on vacation and I didn’t want this snowstorm to have spoiled anything. I racked my brain as to what in the world we could do but, before I could come up with an answer, I felt her turning around in my arms.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said.
She groaned, her body turning to face mine. There was a smile on her lips but her eyes weren’t open yet. It took her a while to finally peel them open and, even when she did, I could see how tired she still was.
“You can go back to sleep if you’d like,” I said.
“No, that’s okay,” she said groggily. “What time is it?”
“I’m honestly not sure but my inner clock usually gets me up around seven thirty.”
“Balls,” she said flatly.
I laughed and pulled her to my chest. The way she instinctively nuzzled into me was something I was going to miss. Running my fingers through her hair, I felt her sigh into me. Her arm was lazily draped around my waist while her leg wiggled its way in between mine. It was like her body had to be connected to me for her to feed off my energy.
And I soaked up every single moment of it.
“Anything you want to do today?” I asked.
“Is there anything to do?” she asked.
“Well, I’m sure the snow’s starting to melt somewhat. How’s your ankle feeling?”
“It doesn’t suck nearly as much as it did.”
I reluctantly pushed myself away from her and scooted down toward the foot of the bed. I slipped the blanket away from her legs and took her foot in my hand. I unraveled the wrappings and started to work it in slow circles. For the first time, Whitney didn’t wince when I did so. The swelling had gone down and the joint was much stronger than it was.
“You’re about ninety percent there,” I said. “Can I get you to stand on it?”
“You want me to move?” she asked.
“I promise you can lay right back down.”
She let out a hefty sigh that caused me to laugh. I took her hands in mine and slowly pulled her upright. She was not a morning person. Not by a longshot. Honestly, it was a little cute. I helped her up to her feet and she tried to put pressure on her ankle. I could tell by the shocked look on her face that it felt much better than it had previously.
I watched her take a few steps and noted that her limp had gotten significantly better. It was hard for me to keep my sights trained on her ankle when I had her entire naked body prancing around for me but I was able to do it. She lifted her tired grin to my face and came right back to me. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed my skin.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her body and simply allowed myself to get lost in her voice.
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sp; “Would you like some coffee?” I asked.
“Definitely,” she said.
“What about breakfast?” I asked.
“Definitely.”
“What would you like to do after coffee and breakfast?” I asked.
But then I felt her shake her head “no.”
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t want to ask,” she said.
“Why not? Come on. We can do anything. Anything that doesn’t require my truck.”
“I just don’t know how you’ll… do with it,” she asked.
“Try me.”
She looked up at me with hesitant eyes and I knew what she was going to ask before she even asked it. She might be a country girl but she was that city kind of country. Fancy dinners and barbecue you ate sitting in a restaurant. She wasn’t the bonfire and beer bottle kind of country.
Which meant she’d probably never shot a gun.
“I noticed you had some deer meat in your freezer,” she said.
“I do.”
“Did you hunt that down yourself?” she asked.
“Just ask, Whitney. It’s okay.”
I could tell she was nervous but I finally got her to ask.
“Would you teach me how to shoot a gun today?”
“I can do that, city girl.”
She clapped her hands and jumped, which was another test for her ankle. She came down onto it without a second thought and I smiled to myself as she rushed into the bathroom. I could hear herself cleaning up while I pulled on a pair of pajama pants. Then, I made my way to the kitchen.
I didn’t have any smaller guns she could start out with. I only had my shotgun and my hunting rifle. I made us up some eggs and cheese grits before I started making some coffee and, the moment I heard her come into the room, I turned around.
She was in my clothes again and it made me smile.
“Mine are still dirty,” she said. “Wanna do laundry today?”
“That’s fine,” I said. “I’ll put them in the washer in a bit.”
“Just show me where it is. I can do it.”
I sat the eggs off to the side as the grits continued to simmer. The coffee was still brewing and I was debating whether or not to fry up some bacon. I led her down the small hallway of the cabin and opened up the closet at the end, revealing the small washer and dryer set I’d had installed. She immediately began to take note of the stains before she started putting them into the washer.