I want to do it, though. Didn't I run away to New Hampshire because I needed to escape from my life? Can't think of a better way to do that than to fuck the sexy girl who rescued me from a blizzard. Maybe this is a strange type of post-traumatic stress. But I didn't feel all that traumatized by my experience on the road, not once Sam found me.
Christ, her arse is perfect. I love cradling it in my hands, but I love it even more when I massage those cheeks and she moans into my mouth.
And now I'm swerving back to my original plan—shag her right here, right now. Well, not literally right here. The wood floor is too hard. So I sweep her up in my arms and carry her into the living room.
Maybe I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't know I'd be leaving tomorrow, as soon as the blizzard winds down and the road is cleared. That can't take too long, can it? Suddenly, I don't care if I'm stuck in this cabin for a month. But the knowledge that I will most likely leave tomorrow drives me to do this tonight, with her. I need to feel her body wrapped around me once before we say goodbye.
I lay her down on the sofa bed. It's surprisingly soft, with just enough bounce. While I keep kissing Sam, I yank her satin shorts down to her ankles, and she kicks them off. Then I whisk the satin top off over her head. Only then do I take a moment to admire the woman lying beneath me on the sofa bed, while I kneel at her feet. She has the most beautiful body I've ever seen, from her small, round breasts with their dusky nipples down to her flat belly and her toned thighs. But my attention keeps veering back to her hips and the curly hairs that already glisten with droplets of her cream. I need to gorge myself on her for hours, but honestly, I don't think I can last that long, not when I want her this badly.
"Please, Ben," she says and spreads her thighs. "I want your mouth on me first."
I want that too. So I lower myself onto the bed with my face between her legs and push my mouth into her slick folds. The aroma of her intoxicates me, and I almost feel drunk as I devour her clit, licking and sucking while she gasps and arches her hips. Sam tastes so bloody wonderful that I never want to stop, but I need to make her come for me. I drag my tongue down one side of her folds and back up the other side, then I latch on to her nub again and suckle it while I plunge a finger into her core.
She grips the pillow in both hands, her eyes squeezed shut but her mouth open like she wants to cry out but can't.
I slide two fingers inside her, thrusting hard and fast while curling my fingers to pet the silky flesh of her inner wall. Faster and faster I thrust, pinching her clit between my teeth.
"Ben!" she cries out as her entire body goes rigid.
I keep devouring her until the muscles inside her body stop clenching my fingers.
"More," she whispers. "Don't stop yet. I need you inside me."
Just as I kneel over her, gazing down at her face, I realize something and groan. "Fuck, I don't have a condom."
The girl I need to shag like mad makes a pained face. "I was on the pill, but I stopped taking it when I decided not to date for a while."
I drop onto the bed on my back, sprawled beside her. No sex for me tonight.
Sam sits up and swings one leg over me, straddling my hips. She rests her arse on my thighs. "We can still have sex. Just pull out right before you come."
"Not sure I have the willpower to do that."
"Let me handle that part." She closes her hand around my cock. "I've got willpower."
Does she? Not sure I should trust her self-control since I can't trust mine. But I feel like my cock will explode if I don't fuck her, so… No, I can't do it. If neither of us remembers that I need to pull out before I come, we could be in serious trouble.
Sam decides for me. She rises to her knees and sinks that lush body onto my erection until I'm seated deep inside her. Then she starts to move, rising off me only to sink back down, resting her palms on my chest so she can roll her hips into me, her breaths gasping out of her while the slippery feel of her body cradling my length makes me breathe harder too. She rides me faster, slamming down on me with a wet slapping sound while her cream dribbles onto my thighs. I grasp her hips and buck mine up to meet her thrusts, driving even deeper into her body.
"Fuck," I growl. "I'm about to—"
She pulls out, squatting on my thighs, and pumps me with her hand.
And I come, liquid jetting out of me and onto her belly. She leans back and keeps pumping me until I'm done and her flesh is glistening where I came all over her creamy skin.
"Sorry," I say. "Better wash that off before it dries."
"You can help me wash it off." She leans over to kiss me, sliding her tongue around mine in a slow and deeply sensual way that makes my cock twitch like it might just revive faster than seems humanly possible. "Let's take a shower together."
"Shower? I'll definitely shag you again if we do that."
"I know ways we can do that without risking anything."
No, I shouldn't do what she's suggesting. Maybe her willpower held up this time, but I can't expect her to do that again. I want her even more now. Even knowing I can't come inside her, I need to feel her body clenching me again.
You can't do it, you moron.
"We shouldn't," I say. "This was incredible, but we can't risk it again. Sorry."