by Denise Avery
“You two enjoy yourselves,” he said, turning to leave.
“Oh, we will,” Claire spoke up, “Especially with the alimony you’re going to give me.”
“Alimony?” Parker cackled, “I just caught you in bed with another man!”
“You don’t have proof of anything,” Claire said, “And besides, my dear, I don’t remember signing a pre-nup. Do you?”
Parker’s face fell, and Claire knew that she had him beat. He was going to pay dearly for the months of her life that he had stolen, the physical and psychological pain he had put her through. He was going to pay for every scratch and bruise, every moment where she was made to feel like she was nothing more than a sexy body.
“I suggest you get moving,” Sam said warningly. Parker shrugged like a petulant teenager, turned on his heel, and stormed out through the front door. Sam and Claire listened as the sound of his footsteps retreated, fading into the woods. As the steps grew softer, Claire could feel the incredible pressure of her relationship with Parker lifting. It was as though someone had taken an enormous weight off her shoulders. Looking at Sam, she realized that someone had.
Sam smiled bashfully at Claire, “Is this an everyday occurrence for you?”
“That’s tough to say,” Claire laughed, “My life has gone from zero to sixty these past few months. I never seem to know what’s going to happen next. It’s so strange... Before Parker, everything was shit. When he found me, it was like any change was for the better. And isn’t that was every girl wants? The kind of security he had to offer?”
“From what I can tell, you’ll still have that security,” Sam reminded her, “Only now, you’ll be able to find a man who can take care of all your needs, not just when it comes to your wallet. That kind of man can never be reached, Claire. That kind of man exists for one reason only, and that reason is sheer greed. Oh, sure, lust creeps in there too, but it’s just an extension of greed. Those men are collectors of women. They don’t care which model they’ve got, it’s all about the newest one.”
“I’m guessing you’re not like that?” Claire said.
“Hell no,” Sam said, “When I find the woman I love, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. No messing around, no newer models. Nothing at all like that.”
“That’s going to be one lucky woman,” Claire said.
“I hope she thinks so,” Sam said, advancing toward Claire, “What... Uh... What would you think?”
“What do you mean?” Claire said.
“Well... Hypothetically,” Sam said, “If you were the woman that I fell in love with... Would you interested in this kind of life out here? It’s nothing fancy, like that guy had to offer. There aren’t any plushy robes or champagne or—”
“I’m kind of sick of champagne,” Claire interrupted, “But I’d love a beer.”
Sam smiled and turned toward the kitchen. Claire watched him walk away, her eyes glued to the firm swell of his ass in a well-worn pair of jeans. He really was the epitome of all things masculine, all things virile. His manhood wasn’t cultivated or put on like Parker’s had been. Where Parker had expensive aftershave, Sam had the musk of a real man. Where Parker had expensive suits and tailored jackets, Sam had flannel and denim that fit him like a glove without any effort at all. Sam was the kind of man that you grew old with, where Parker was the kind of man that you grew out of.
Claire watched the lines of Sam’s body as he popped open a couple of beer bottles and returned to her. He moved like an animal, all muscle and sinew. She felt herself getting excited at the prospect of seeing exactly what those muscles could do. Sam handed Claire a beer, and their fingers met on the bottle. A barrage of butterflies was let loose in Claire’s abdomen. She was stunned by how powerfully she was moved by the slightest touch from Sam.
Their eyes lingered on each other as they stood silently in the bedroom doorway. Claire’s heart beat insistently against her chest—the mere proximity of this man was driving her wild. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long swig, letting her mouth caress the bottle. She wrapped her lips around the mouth of the bottle, imagining it was Sam’s cock, and she could see that he was thinking the same thing. He looked a long swig from his own beer, snatched her bottle away, and placed them firmly on the ground. Clearly, he was looking to wet his whistle a bit more directly.
Sam pulled Claire against him, and she could feel immediately that he was hard as a rock. His dick pressed against her, exactly against where she knew he longed to put it. Greedily, she let her hands travel down Sam’s firm body until she had her hands wrapped around his massive member. His eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy, and he drew a deep breath. He was drinking in the moment, living in it wholly. Claire decided that, for better or worse, that was what she was going to do from that moment on. Live in the moment, whatever that meant for her present, or her future.
She began to rub him, running her hands up and down his ever-growing cock. Sam let out soft moans of pleasure, relishing in the sensation of her hands on him. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her in ever closer to him. Claire brought her lips to Sam’s, and kissed him deeply. As she coddled his dick, his tongue rubbed against hers in a rhythm of force and desire. She could taste how much he wanted her, taste the level of intensity with which he needed to be inside of her. And she found that she was more than happy to let him all the way in.
Claire slid down to her knees before Sam could stop her, nudging him back until he was backed up against the doorframe. Quickly, she undid his belt buckle and pulled his jeans down away from his groin. She let out a little purr of approval as his cock was once again revealed to her in all its throbbing glory. As if it were an act of worship, she wrapped her hands around his shaft, amazed by the girth of his throbbing organ. She peered up into his ravenous eyes and saw that he was dying to be taken into her mouth.
She let her lips part, keeping her eyes trained on Sam’s. Slowly, she brought her mouth to the bulging head of Sam’s dick, and closed her lips around him. He drew in a sharp breath as her tongue flicked against his hyper-sensitive glans. She began to work his cock with one hand, up and down the shaft with just the right amount of pressure. She let her other hand travel to his balls, cupping them gently as she licked and sucked at his cock.
Sam slid his fingers through her hair, holding on for dear life against the overwhelming pleasure searing his nerves. Claire took as much of him into her mouth as she could, but he was a big boy. Still, her didn’t seem to mind. She let her tongue swirl around the head of Sam’s cock, savoring the feel of it in her mouth. He was getting harder by the minute, and she wondered how long he would last.
She didn’t get the answer she was looking for. Before she knew what was happening, Claire was flat on her back on the carpet with Sam straddling her, looking intent on screwing her into the floor. That prospect was just fine with Claire. Hurriedly, Sam tore away at the layers of clothing that were keeping her body from him. Drinking in the sight of her naked flesh, Sam brought his fingers to her pussy. He didn’t mess around, this one. With a jolt, Claire felt Sam’s fingers find her tender clit in the wetness of her already sopping pussy. She gasped as he went to work, kneading and flicking her all the way to orgasm. She felt herself on the verge of coming, and just as she reached the precipice, Sam thrust his gigantic cock into her soaking wet pussy.
The sudden penetration pushed Claire over the edge, and she came like a fountain against Sam’s thrusting dick. He leveled himself above her, pushing as far into her as he could. Sam brought his lips to her neck, the roughness of his beard foreign to her. The scratchiness of his face, the suppleness of his lips, and the all-encompassing pleasure that was radiating through her from her pussy outwards was almost too much to handle. Claire was transported by the rhythmic thrusting of Sam’s enormous dick, and Sam, with his face screwed up in a silent howl of bliss, seemed to be enjoying himself just fine.
Claire’s back rubbed against the carpet, and she thought she could hear the floorboard
s beneath cracking under the pressure of their vigorous fucking. Sam pounded into her body, and she felt his dick up against her core, her ribcage. It felt as though he might go right through her! She looked up into his enraptured face, nearly seeing double as the ecstasy of his glorious fucking flooded her senses. Her lips found his, and as their mouths met, Sam’s dick found the place within Claire that she’d needed touched in just such a way.
They came together as Claire let out a sharp cry. Sam’s cum burst into Claire’s body, and she rode the intense and fervent thrusts of his hips like a pro. She tightened her grip on him, drawing every last drop of cum from his cock. She was filled, flooded, and spent by the surge of semen that was running into her body. She was insatiable, eager to have this part of Sam inside of her. She knew, in that moment, that he was the one she had been waiting for all along. The one that, in filling her, made her feel fulfilled.
Sam fell heavily against Claire, his chest soaked with sweat. They lay together, absolutely exhausted by the fervor of their fucking. Claire could feel Sam’s heart beating wildly against her chest, and she wished that they could stay that way forever, connected in that most intimate way, two parts making a whole, entwined.
Claire ran her fingers through Sam’s deep brown hair, smiling drowsily, “I take it that’s an invitation to stay a while, right?”
“That’s an invitation to stay forever,” Sam corrected her, grinning adorably, “If you’d like to, that is.”
“Are you sure, Sam?” Claire asked, “I’ve heard the word ‘forever’ a few times before and not been too happy with the results.”
“Claire, listen to me,” Sam said, “Do I seem like the sort of man who uses words he doesn’t mean?”
“No,” Claire said, “You don’t.”
“So, let me say this,” Sam said, “I’m fairly certain that you’re the woman I’ll love for the rest of my life. It’d be wonderful if you’d stick around for a while so we could find out.”
Claire looked deeply into Sam’s eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “You bet your sweet ass.”
They broke into peals of delighted laughter and wrapped their arms around each other. It was a long shot, a chance meeting like this developing into something that could last. They both knew the odds that were stacked against them. But in the moment, neither could give a damn in the world what the odds were. They’d found each other, they were in love with the moment, and thought neither of them could say for sure just then, they were deeply in love with each other. And a love like that is worth taking a chance on every single time it reveals itself.
***
The golden hour had descended upon the landscape, coating the woods and valleys of Montana in a glowing, ethereal light. The rolling hillsides and pristine ponds were breathtakingly beautiful, captured for a moment in all their glory. Claire lifted her camera and snapped shot after shot of the gorgeous view. She’d parked her ATV momentarily to enjoy the scenic overlook of her home, and couldn’t pass up this fantastic photo opportunity. Perhaps all photographers are a bit opportunistic, she thought to herself, I can live with that.
Of course, these photos wouldn’t show up in any galleries or museums. Pretty lakes and trees were hardly groundbreaking work. But between abstract portraits of fallen political rebels and the like (stuff that actually got noticed in the art world), Claire like to take it easy. Photography, for her, had become another way to process the world. Sometimes, the photos she took and presented were saying something about her worldview or situation. Other times, like this, she took photos merely to stop and appreciate the world around her for a moment. A photo could be any number of things—a statement, an oath, a work of art. But sometimes, a photo was just a photo.
As she climbed back onto her vehicle, Claire chuckled, remembering how seriously she had taken the art of photography back when she was an undergraduate. Back then, there had been no room for fucking around with the art form. It was a big, bad world, the art world, and one had to eat or be eaten. She used to be so concerned with getting ahead that she could never relax enough to make any work that was genuine or at all interesting. Now, as a slightly older artist, she knew that good art wasn’t competitive, not necessarily.
In the years since she had graduated college, Claire’s career had taken many strange turns. There was, of course, quite a lot of attention on her at first thanks to Parker’s efforts. Her photos had gone up in galleries at which they had no right being displayed. This early exposure could have crippled her career, if Parker hadn’t made such a big stink about getting them all taken down that art gossips got curious. Soon, the story of their affair got people talking about Claire, the girl who had not only wrangled but bested one of the most well known art collectors on the block. Claire had gotten a reputation that spared her immature photos, making room for better work down the line.
Now, as she coasted through her thirties, Claire understood that things had played out the way they did for a reason, when she was young. The epic months in which she not only married a billionaire but also divorced him after stumbling upon the true love of her life in the middle of the woods... that was an insane time. Too exciting for even the most far-fetched fantasy. She’d learned more about herself, her body and her mind, than she ever could have imagined. But the most important thing she learned, the thing that often goes unsaid to young girls, is that she could count on herself.
Claire had learned that she didn’t need a man’s love or protection to feel worthy. Parker’s attention and supposed devotion didn’t mean nearly as much as her own found confidence in herself. She was grateful to him for forcing her to make the toughest decisions of her life, grateful that she’d been forced to eject herself from a deceptively enticing situation in favor of a setup that was actually good for her.
She didn’t know where Parker was, those days. After they had parted so dramatically after their honeymoon, the only way she’d heard from him was through lawyers. Not wanting to wade through the nonsense of alimony and a pre-nup, Parker had offered to give her 10 million dollars as a settlement. She happily took the money as payment for the wasted months of her life and her bruised pride over his treatment of her. Sure, she didn’t need him, but she wasn’t about to say no to a couple million dollars just on principle! That would be insane.
She’d taken that money and used it as an enormous nest egg investment for her and Sam. As she pulled up in front of the cabin on her ATV, she scanned the property and couldn’t help but smile, thinking of their life together. They’d completely refurbished the cabin, which had been Sam’s inheritance from his family. The structure itself was the same, but it had been weather proofed and improved upon so that it was sure to remain standing for generations to come. They’d outfitted it with all kinds of eco-friendly additions, and now it was truly a marvel to behold out there in the woods.
They’d also added a second structure which matched the first aesthetically. The two cabins were connected by a glass-encased passageway, and were, for all intents and purposes, one home. Sam and Claire hadn’t really needed any additional space on their own, but once kids became a topic of discussion, they had decided to expand the structure. It was a good thing they’d decided to—the three children they ended up bringing into the world certainly needed a lot of room to run around. Sometimes an entire mountainside didn’t compare to a good play room in the house.
Claire swung her leg over the side of the ATV and unloaded the bursting bags of produce she had picked up at the CoOp at the bottom of the mountain. After spending a single week in Montana, Claire had known that she would never move back to a city again. She remembered New York—the grime and filth of it. Sure, the city had plenty to offer in terms of entertainment, excitement, and what have you, but it wasn’t worth it to her anymore. It wasn’t worth it to destroy your body by walking around on concrete and breathing in exhaust all day. And as far as entertainment was concerned, she got plenty of that from the everyday lives of her wonderful family. They were something of a ci
rcus troupe, and she wouldn’t have them any other way, but they were definitely a hand full. Claire was still required to be city bound sometimes for work, but she much preferred to be tucked away on the mountain with her man and her kids, snug as a family of bugs together in their little cabin. Who would have thought that the NYC girl would ever become a lady lumberjack? Stranger things have happened.
As she trudged up to the cabin with her groceries, Claire saw Sam coming around from the back of the complex. He rushed to relieve her of her load and plant a warm, lingering kiss on her mouth. Claire had always heard that marriage was the worst thing in the world for one’s sex life, but whoever said that just wasn’t doing marriage properly. Claire and Sam had gotten married very shortly after she had shown up on his doorstep, more or less. It had been ten years now, and the time had flown by.
Still, the spark that had first compelled them to try out the crazy scenario in which she move in with him out of the blue was still alive and kicking. Their sex life hadn’t faded into oblivion once they’d tied the knot, or even once they had their kids. Rather, they had matured together, gotten to know every crease and wrinkle on each other’s bodies. They enjoyed the kind of intimacy that is only possible once you’ve gotten to know someone body and soul, from the top of their head to the soles of their feet. That was the kind of love Claire and Sam shared.
“Welcome home,” Sam said warmly, “Thanks for getting all this.”
“I love making the trip down,” Claire said, slipping her arm around her husband’s waist, “Tearing through the woods on the ATV and all. It always reminds me of when you found me all those years ago.”
“I wish you could have seen yourself,” Sam laughed, “Completely underdressed, terrified, utterly lost, and in a tree!”
“Give me a break,” Claire said, “I’d just ditched my honeymoon to set off into the woods like a maniac. So I was a little disheveled... Big deal.”