Her eyes seemed to ask me what I was waiting for and I answered her instead with a drawn out thrust meant to rock her world. “I guess I better give you something good to brag about later.”
She let her lip pop out from between her teeth, swollen from her bite and deliciously wet. I kissed her tangling my tongue with hers. My body nudged her legs farther apart and let one hand caress down her flank. She was still wearing her bra and panties, far too many clothes in my opinion. I pulled out of her, the air cool on my hot, tight skin. It was as much a torture for me as it was for her. Hands grabbing for me trying to pull me back in and I pushed them up over her head holding her there with my one hand holding both of her fingers twined together. She wiggled and grunted like an angry kitten ready to scratch.
“Patience, baby.” My forehead rested against hers to watch her eyes as I slipped my fingers inside the front of her panties to find soft skin drugging me with her wet nether lips. Silky fluid coated her lips, mixed with some of mine saturating the thin cotton. My fingers spread it, generously coating her. I felt wild to the point of not wanting to be gentle with her isolated as we were here at the cabin.
This was my territory.
My girl.
Her head tossed back and forth. “Oh, Whit.”
“Yeah, like that. All good stories should start with my name.” I nipped at her neck releasing her hands. “I want you screaming it.” My body covered hers as she clutched my shoulders. Nails grazed my skin, her back arched and moved closer to me. My fingers continued to strum up and down over her clit. The nub puffed up and I pressed against it grinding against her mons, listening to her keening into the dark cabin.
“Whit, more.” Nails bit into my skin.
I made a promise I planned on fulfilling. “I want to make you come first.”
She flopped up and down trying to force her orgasm. “If you don’t….”
“Yeah, yeah, dick punch, I got that, Lia. Every guy is typically one dick punch away when he leaves a girl hanging.” I pressed one finger to start and despite having my dick in her for a hot minute, she remained tight, giving me measurable resistance. She tensed and I slowed down, it wasn’t as if we were going anywhere tonight. No need to rush when it could feel so good.
“Easy, baby.” I curled my finger upward slowly, searching for the engorged spot of spongy tissue that was swollen, slick, and begging to be tapped gently inside her. I nudged the magic spot and felt her body jerk letting me know I was affecting her.
“Whit.” She groaned. My name, a long syllable that hit something primal inside of me. It was something that made me want to throw the door open yelling into the night that I was having this woman and that she was all mine. No asshole football jock was going to touch her the way I was going to fuck her. I stroked, playfully drumming until I found a rhythm that had her panting and nearly pushing me away.
She screeched. “Too much.”
“Not enough.” I growled keeping pace. I almost had her there.
“Feels so good.” Her moan was sinful and made me think of other sinful things like how she might taste with my lips sucking her clit and lapping at her mound while the honey of her candy center filled my mouth. I think they called it called pussy sugar and I wondered if she was sweet like maple syrup on pancakes or tart like lemon sorbet. I wondered if she tasted different the second and third time she released, but sadly realized I’d probably never know beyond tonight. She already decided this one a one-time thing and I would enjoy every second of what she was willing to give me. No point in hoping for more if she wasn’t into that.
“Good isn’t good enough.” I wanted this to last and I wanted her wobbling on her legs tomorrow morning when I brought her back to her f
riends and that prick football player. A sadistic part of me wanted him to know that I had her and he missed out. I pressed a second finger inside to stretch her out in slow pumps. Her tissues contracted, squeezing my fingers, and her cry told me she was hot for it, followed by a rush of her dew.
Her hands left my shoulders and grabbed the band of my boxers which were taut over my ass for something to hold onto as she bucked against me. My cock bounced against my stomach in salute, happily escaped from its confines.
“Remember…turnabout is fair play,” she whispered into my ear, biting the lobe. She squeezed my dick in her hand. The crown was sensitive as she ran a finger down the slit, spreading my pre-cum. Lia pumped me between soft hands unrelenting.
“God, I hope so because that, Lia, feels amazing.” I coaxed her to continue as I fingered her to climax. Her hand worked me over and I had to grab her wrist to stop her from jerking me to completion so quickly. I wanted to drag this out for as long as it took.
“Seriously?” It was the pout on her face that got me harder.
“Most seriously.” I pulled her panties off a bit more roughly than I intended. Pretty sure I ripped one side of the lace and cotton. She followed suit by pulling my boxers off. I felt her rip the elastic band in her eagerness and I didn’t particularly care. It made us even if I’d ruined hers. She wrenched me back to her and I pressed inside with a slow, agonizing stroke. The slower I went the more she fought me, trying to hurry things along hooking ankles around my hips. Hell no. We’ve got all night for this and I plan to take full advantage of that, baby brat. She was eager and snug. My balls drew up and my thighs tingled. I could blow at any moment, but that wasn’t the point of this adventure.
“Lia.” Growling, I bit her shoulder as her hips bumped upward and I let go in a haze of pinpricks to my vision. The dam of restraint burst and we both panted meeting in skin slapping thrusts. She whimpered to take all of me to the root. Her ankles wrapped around my waist, pulling me down to seat in her fully. Her hips gyrated and satisfied grunts erupted from her chest. I felt like a beast rutting bare inside her relentlessly. She encouraged me to continue pulling me closer, the tight beads of her nipples pressed against my chest, both of us heaving to catch our breath. We shouted completely spent in front of the dying embers of the fire likely terrifying the wildlife for miles around us. I wrapped us up in the blankets, rolling to my back pulling her over me off the cold floor before passing out.
There was something supremely satisfying about rolling over in the morning into warm and willing arms despite the cold hard floor. We survived the night and the bond of shared experiences gave me hope I shouldn’t be having in the light of day. It also gave my hard dick a place to slide into, but not just any place. Lia seriously felt like she could be something more when I slowly rocked between her thighs. Breathy moans and gasps with each motion of my hips into the cradle of hers spurned me forward. I cupped her face in my hands eyes watching each other until I gave into the temptation to kiss her all over again. Her pupils dilated and pulsed as I jetted seed inside her.
“I don’t know if I can give this up.” I mumbled in her shoulder wondering what the hell more looked like.
Lia pushed back gathering the wool to cover her breasts. I playfully tugged the blanket but she resisted slightly and I let go. I didn’t know where this left things and somehow I became the girl expecting this to mean something. What the hell was wrong with me?
“You planning on keeping me out here?” Her head cocked to the side and I contemplated my response.
Instead, I grabbed the blanket. If this was all I was getting, it better damn well be more than once. “Get over here. I haven’t finished with you, girl.” I made an animalistic sound and laid her out underneath me pushing inside her wet, squelching center.
“Oh God, I’m going to have bruises all over.” Yeah, she definitely would, but nothing my kisses couldn’t fix. As much as she complained she met me canting her hips into mine, the skin pinched together with the force of our eager bodies thrusting.