Lumberjacked

by Alexandria Hunt

  We tugged at each other’s clothing, our mouths never breaking apart as we moved toward the stairs leading up to his bedroom, a trail of clothes marking our way like bread crumbs in a fairy tale.

  He was persistent, and when we reached the bottom of the stairs, he swept me up in his arms and looked at me, naked except for my bra and panties, shivering from the chill air and the feelings snaking through my body.

  “Take me upstairs,” I begged him, looking up at his face and once again seeing that shining love on his features. “Take me to your bed and make me your bride once and for all, Aaron.”

  He groaned and nibbled my neck. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you, Reagan. Our bodies are just trying to play catch up with our hearts.”

  He bounded up the stairs, leaving me breathless with his athleticism. He was so naturally gifted and graceful, so much the opposite of me, who felt clumsy and awkward most of the time.

  He pushed open a large set of carved wooden doors, and we were finally alone in a bedroom with no camera crews or Melanie poking around and keeping us apart.

  He set me down, and I glanced around. I was more than pleased to find no trace of Peony in here, so maybe she really had been lying about them living together. It didn’t matter now—I was here, and Aaron Remington was all mine.

  We quickly removed the last of our clothing and stood in front of each other completely naked.

  I couldn’t help my let my eyes travel across the sight of his incredible body—he was leanly muscled and all man.

  And his erection.

  Check that, at this point in our relationship, I felt comfortable calling it his dick.

  No, that felt too high schoolgirlish, too amateurish for Aaron’s gorgeous body. I needed to call it what it was, huge and thick and real and attached to the man I was completely and madly in love with.

  His cock. Even the word felt solid to me, it felt like a slap in the face with a…well, a cock. I wanted to be dirty for him, I wanted to use the language that had always made me tense up and retreat in the past.

  I wanted to be his naughty little slut and let him use my body like he was the only one who would ever take pleasure in it ever again. Because at that point, I could categorically declare that he was, and this was it, the only man I would ever be with again.

  Without warning, Aaron dropped to his knees in front of me, as if to worship my body. He brushed his hands along my body softly, a whisper of sensation along my rib cage, across my breasts, teasing my nipples as he looked up at me.

  I wrapped my fingers in his thick hair and marvelled that such a man was down in front of me, wanting me, making me feel powerful and loved.

  “I love you, princess,” he said throatily, his eyes shining with sincerity. “I’ve loved you since I met you, but it took a while to figure it out.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered, and I felt hot tears stinging my eyes again. He had a knack for making me tear up, but out of joy, not misery like so many had before. “I knew I had to have you for the show, but I think it was mostly for me.”

  “I knew it,” he chuckled, placing his hands on my upper thighs, parting them slightly. His head dipped towards me, and I gasped as he kissed my throbbing pussy. I moaned softly and had to steady myself on my shaking legs.

  His tongue plunged into my cleft, finding my swollen clit and invading my most sensitive flesh.

  Like he owned me.

  Like I was his.

  Like there were no barriers between us any more. We’d destroyed each other’s walled selves and left one another exposed and vulnerable and completely safe in the heady swells of our love.

  “Oh, Aaron,” I sighed as he worked his tongue inside me, against me, dragging it back and forth until my skin prickled and electric snakes whirled around my body.

  Soon, so soon, my orgasm bloomed in the pit of my stomach and welled up until I could no longer contain it.

  The scent of my musk reached my nose, and the sound of him devouring me added to the thrill of his touch. I shuddered and spasmed against his face, my pussy clenching and my voice raw as I cried out for him.

  He buried himself in the V of my thighs and held me steady as he forced me to ride the wave of my orgasm until every nerve was an exposed electric jolt of pleasure.

  It didn’t take long for Aaron to take me over the edge, but the moment it was over, I wanted more.

  He kissed his way back up my body, tonguing and nibbling my nipples, my collarbone, my neck, and finally moving to my mouth.

  I could taste myself on his lips and smell myself on his beard, and it was so sexy in a way that made me feel as if I’d marked him as my own.

  “You are beautiful when you come,” he whispered in a growl against my cheek, sliding his hands down my back until he cupped my ass. He lifted me up, and I felt the head of his cock dragging along my body as he pulled me into his arms, tight against him.

  His hardness slipped along my soaking wet pussy, parting my lips and teasing me until I was breathless, my back undulating instinctively, rhythmically, desperately trying to pull him inside of me.

  “Aaron, please…you’re driving me crazy,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse with urgency. “Please…”

  He kissed me quiet, taking my voice as his tongue darted along mine, swirling against it in a seemingly endless motion of slippery sensations. “That’s the point, princess,” he said against my mouth, the breathy vibration of his voice making me writhe with need.

  “Please,” I panted and moaned, “Aaron, please.”

  “Should I make you beg for it, princess?” he asked, his lips against my earlobe. “That would be torture for both of us though, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I gasped as his teeth caught my flesh and tugged gently, adding to the layers of sensations I’d never experienced before.

  His cock twitched and slipped up my slit again. With control beyond my comprehension, he lifted me slowly and dragged his swollen head against my pussy, found the entrance and rested me there.

  “This is it,” he rasped against my ear, his breath hot and demanding. “This is the first time I’ll be inside of you, Reagan. This moment changes everything for us. Our bodies will be joined, and princess, I’ll bury myself so deep inside of your hot pussy that we’ll lose all sense of the world. The only thing that exists right now is us and our love.”

  “I love you,” I whimpered. “I’ve never loved anyone like this before, and it scares me so bad but it makes me feel like your princess. I want to belong to you, Aaron, make me yours.”

  With that he thrust upwards, steadying the both of us with his powerful legs and his strong hands cupping me from below.

  His cock was massive once it was inside of me, bigger than I’d ever had and more than I thought I could ever handle.

  But my body opened to him anyway, and he growled a deliciously possessive sound as he bottomed out and throbbed hot and thick inside of me.

  My pussy clenched so hard I thought I must be hurting him, but his response let me know it was all pleasure for both of us.

  We were finally complete, finally together, and at that moment, I truly believed that there was nothing in the world that would ever tear us apart.

  20

  AARON

  The moment I finally entered her, it was a done deal in my mind. She was mine—from that moment, on she belonged to me.

  My princess.

  I wanted to ravage her, to unleash my desire and slake my lust on her body completely. She brought up such primal urges inside of me that I almost gave in to the red-hot wall that threatened to drown out all logic in my head.

  But I managed to exercise the most difficult thing I’d ever done, control myself as I finally slipped up inside the love of my life.

  Her cunt was like a fiery, velvety vice gripping me and milking me as I thrust up inside of her.

  Our mouths met, clashing together, and our tongues joined. Hers seemed long, as if it wrapped i
tself around me, commanding and demanding that I respond in kind.

  Her pussy was so hot and tight I lost all sense of time and meaning—the only things that mattered were Reagan and her body, the way she entangled her fingers in my hair and wrapped her legs around me, clinging to me as if she’d never let go.

  I walked us slowly to my bed, cock rock-hard inside her the entire time, plunging up inside of her with each shaky step I took.

  My thighs were corded muscle, and my hands ached by the time we made it. They ached not because I was holding her, but because I wanted to touch her body as I felt her from the inside.

  I knelt on the mattress and held her against me until I could lay her back gently. She opened her legs for me, and her lips parted slightly. Her eyelids were heavily lidded. She languished in her sultry pose, her body moving below me and pull more of me inside of her.

  “Fuck, princess,” I growled, ramming harder and feeling her pussy clench and flutter against my cock. “You’re perfect, you know that? Fucking perfect.”

  She smiled and threw her head back as she arched against me as if wanting more, every single inch I could give her.

  She moaned and reached for me, gripping my forearms as I braced myself to fuck her harder.

  All at once, I felt her body shudder, and she exploded around me, her cries echoing in the room, her breath ragged and chaotic.

  I felt her juices flood my cock, her cunt spasming and her hips crashing against me as she writhed and twisted, as if to get away. But she didn’t want to get away, she wanted more, and I stayed rock-hard so I could give it to her.

  “So beautiful,” I exhaled with a thrust once her pussy had calmed down. She looked up, locked her gorgeous eyes on mine, and smiled.

  “I’m beautiful for you, Aaron,” she purred in a husky tone. She reached up and pulled me down to her, wrapped her legs around my hips, and held me inside. “You make be beautiful, you make me feel like a woman, the sexiest woman in the world, and it’s all for you.”

  I kissed her again and slowed our pace. We rocked against each other, our bodies engaging in some dance of animalistic instincts, a rhythm that we knew by heart, especially where love was involved.

  This was making love. I’d never been with a woman I loved like I loved Reagan, and it made our sex reach a completely new level. I wanted to fuck her, ravage her and let my savage sexual nature take over, but I also wanted to kiss her softly and extend the moment out so we could build on our feelings for each other.

  I wanted to make love with Reagan, every day for the rest of my life, to remind ourselves of how our love felt at this exact moment, the first time we became as one.

  I slid into her one final time and couldn’t contain myself any longer. I needed release, and I needed to flood her with it.

  “I’m coming, princess,” I groaned, holding her still, kissing her face and waiting for her to catch up. “Come with me, come for me, beautiful girl. Come on my dick, I want to see your gorgeous face when I fill you up.”

  “Oh god, Aaron,” she cried out and went as tense as I was while we pounded into each other most fiercely. Her fingernails dug into my back and her legs were like a vice around me. She finally exhaled and screamed her orgasm like a woman possessed.

  I let myself go and watched her face as we shared the intense bliss together.

  It was as if time stopped. I disappeared into her and she into me, and we no longer could tell where our own bodies ended and began with each other. We were endless and timeless and completely consumed by each other, and we were shamelessly in love.

  “You,” I said in a harsh voice in her ear and pulled out slightly, my cock still hard enough for sex, “are,” I slid into her again, “mine.” The last word I emphasised with one final thrust, and she held onto me with quivering arms until we were both quiet and still.

  I don’t know how long the moment was, but we finally fell apart, she curved into the crook of my arm and we managed to get the blankets over us at some point in the darkened night.

  We repeated this every so often, our bodies stirring against one another and arousing that desperate need deep in the pits of our stomachs.

  I couldn’t remember a time that I’d needed somebody so badly, and I knew there had never been a time that I’d been inside of a woman so long that I’d completely lost track of time.

  She was my everything, and without her I was nothing.

  But I had found her, and I would never be without her again.

  * * *

  I woke with Reagan sleeping peacefully in my arms. The sunlight streamed through the bedroom window and made her skin almost glow, as if lit from within.

  Her long, thick lashes fluttered against her cheek, and I watched as she surfaced into consciousness.

  “Did you sleep well?” I asked with a kiss on her forehead.

  She didn’t open her eyes, but smiled and said, “When we sleep, I slept well. I can’t believe it’s not a dream, it really happened. I love you, Aaron.”

  “I love you too, princess,” I replied, and I kissed her again. This time, she opened her gorgeous blue eyes and looked at me, her love apparent in that single gaze.

  “I could wake up like this for the rest of my life,” she murmured sleepily.

  “You’re going to,” I said. “This is it for us, for the rest of our lives together.”

  “I love you,” she said, snuggling in close to me, turning slightly so I was spooning her.

  “I love you too,” I replied, nuzzling the back of her neck, kissing and gently biting her shoulder.

  “I would really love you if you did two things for me,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

  “Anything, princess,” I replied. “I’m at your service.”

  “Make me coffee,” she said, “strong coffee. I need the caffeine this morning.”

  “Okay,” I replied, pulling away to head downstairs to my coffee maker, but her hand snaked out and grabbed hold of my cock before I could get too far.

  “Wait,” she laughed, “I said two things. First, I want you to wake me up…with this…”

  She pulled me back against her, rolled forward, and parted her thighs so I could find her entrance and find my place back inside of her again.

  It was the only place in the world I wanted to be, and I could see myself spending a lifetime seeking out her body any chance I got.

  My love for her would grow and change over time, get stronger as our bond tightened…but my lust for her would never change from this moment, where she filled my head with desire for her sweet pussy and drove me half-crazy with need.

  And that was perfect to me.

  * * *

  True to my word, I did make that coffee after all. We were sitting in my kitchen at the marble island on tall stools, just enjoying each other’s company and the thick, black liquid I jokingly referred to as my life’s blood.

  Although it wasn’t that much of a joke when you needed the caffeine injection like the two of us this morning did. I wasn’t nineteen any more, I couldn’t get going at full throttle on an hour’s sleep and the equivalent of running the Boston Marathon in sex.

  I watched Reagan sipping her coffee and felt a surge of love at the way she held her mug and let the steam rise up into her face, closing her eyes and just enjoying that sensation.

  She was like a cat, a creature self-aware but graceful and blissfully unabashed about the things that brought them pleasure.

  For being a bit of a shy girl—not shy, maybe awkward when I first met her—she sure had loosened up after our time together. All these little quirks just made me love her more.

  “So what’s on the menu for today?” she asked with her lips curved into a smile and her blue eyes locked onto mine. “You were daydreaming, weren’t you?”

  “I was,” I chuckled, “you caught me.”

  “What about?” she asked, setting her coffee down to stretch. She was naked underneath one of my flannel work shirts, and she looked so goddamned sex
y just then that I wanted to trace the length of her leg up to the apex of her thighs and bury my face for the morning.

  I didn’t, though. I could hold off a little longer. “You, of course.”

  “Why daydream when I’m right in front of you?”

  “I’m thinking about all the time I’ve spent looking for you and all the time we have together. I wish I’d found you years ago, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for it.”

  “Making up for something that wasn’t your fault?” she laughed, shaking her head.

  “Not that exactly, I suppose making up for being so thirsty. Like a man who’s spent years needing water finally finding a river. The first thing he does is dive into it, and he’ll dive into it every chance he gets.”

  “Are you saying I’m loose enough to be a river?” she asked, feigning anger.

  “Oh no, you’re as tight as a drum, princess,” I smiled and laughed as she blushed when I called her bluff. “I mean, I’m desperate for you, I didn’t know how much I missed you until I met you.”

  “I understand,” she replied, “I was being obtuse on purpose. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

  “Cheeky girl,” I teased, brushing my fingers against her hair, “You might need a spanking for that later on.”

  “Oh, is that all it takes to get a good spanking around here?” she teased back, raising her brow before taking another sip of coffee.

  My cock twitched at the thought of her perfect, bare ass across my lap, and I grew serious. “Damn, princess,” I said in a low voice, thick with desire. “I think we might have to take this back upstairs.”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she replied with a wide grin. She drained the last of her coffee, slid off stool, pulled up the flannel shirt, and shook her bare ass in front of me.

  It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I slammed my mug down, grabbed her around the waist, threw her over my shoulder, and took her back upstairs, while she giggled and kicked the whole way.

  Until I got her on my lap and stayed true to my word, my rough hand slapping her bare ass.