He pushes all the way in, and body lights up. I wrap my legs around him, as if having sex up against a door is something I do every day. Everything is easy with him, though.
“Say my name, Mary.” His breath and his lips against mine taste and smell like Big Red gum.
“Give me what’s mine, Bear. Oh god!” No sooner is his name out of my mouth and he is rearing back and thrusting hard.
He pulls back and thrusts again, this time more wildly, and I rise up farther along the wall with the power of him. “Mary Reed. Do you want to know what I do every night after the weather report?”
His voice is gruff and his charming smile is gone, replaced by a creature consumed by pure lust. His eyes are not a warm fireplace but a raging inferno.
If the length of his beautiful shaft wasn’t hitting all the right pleasure points at the moment, I might be afraid of what I’m seeing in those eyes of his.
But I’m not afraid.
Not one moment with him this entire night have I felt anything but safe. Protected. Shielded from the storm.
“What do you do with yourself, Bear?” I ask, playing along even though I already have an idea what the answer is.
He thrusts harder and I cry out as his fingers tighten on my ass.
“I lie in my bed and rub one out, pretending it’s your hands on me, or your mouth,” he says. “I close my eyes and I see your pretty little tits in whatever tight sweater you were wearing on TV that night. And when I come, I picture myself drenching those tits of yours. And then I fantasize that I’m waking you up with my mouth between your legs the next morning, before driving you to work. You go to work with my cum all over your skin, under your clothes.”
I gasp and clench him hard.
“I’m close, weather girl,” he says.
“Bear, your fantasy sounds a lot like we’re married—” He cuts me off again by devouring my mouth. He really enjoys interrupting me that way, but I don’t actually mind.
I moan as he takes one breast into his mouth and suckles it, and then the other.
“Bear…”
“That’s because in my fantasy…” he says, punctuating his words with a devastating thrust that has me crying out. He continues, giving one final thrust, “you’re already my wife.”
Chapter 16
Bear
I feel my cum surge into her, filling her completely, just as my movements hit her at the exact spot. She shatters. Her tight sex spasms around me and I’m rocketing into another time and place. I’m so happy I feel like I’m floating.
“Fuck, weather girl,” I groan like a wild thing while her orgasm pulls me in deeper and milks me dry.
I pull her in close to me, her tits heaving against my chest as she catches her breath.
I back us away from the wall, but I don’t dare put her down.
In fact, my cock is still nestled deep inside as I walk her back to my bedroom.
“It’s good you’re like carrying me, because I don’t think I can walk,” she says breathlessly, her eyelashes feathering against my shoulder.
I stroke her hair when we reach the bed. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head and smiles, “Takes more than that to make me sore, cowboy.”
And damn if this little sass-mouth isn’t making my dick twitch all over again.
Chapter 17
Mary