I want more. I want all of him.
“Jessica,” he warns, and he’s winded. I suck the head of his cock past my lips. Swirling my tongue and hollowing my cheeks, I give my very best attempt at a blow job. “Jessica. If we keep going with this, I won’t be able to fuck you at all.”
Damn. That’s no fun. I ease off his cock with a slurp then sit back, wiping my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Murray mutters, staring hard at the wall behind my head. “Give me a minute.”
And this is probably what he was afraid of—moments like this. He’s sure blushing darker, and he won’t meet my eye. But how can I show him that Iloveit, I love having such a big effect on him? This concrete proof of how badly he wants me?
“Feel this.” I grab his wrist and guide one hand between my legs. Thick fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, and Murray’s eyes lock on to mine. Triumphant. His chest starts heaving again. “I want you too. So badly, Mr MacGregor.”
He rubs at my clit and I gasp.
He pushes one finger inside me and my hips start to roll.
No. No, if I let myself, I could get stuck here forever, riding his hand into blissful oblivion. And it’s his cock I want, so I nudge his hand away, then shuffle forward on my knees until I’m directly above it.
The broad head nudges at my entrance. I reach down between us, making sure we’re lined up. “Ready?”
Murray nods. He’s gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I don’t know what I expected. A stretching feeling—check. A faint burn—yup. The sensation of being completely filled—oh hell yeah. But there’s more to it too, something deeper, something precious, and it’s like as Murray fills my pussy, he fills up my heart too. Sappy but true.
I blink at the lighthouse keeper, my eyes damp.
“Are you crying because it hurts?” he asks, visibly dreading the answer.
I shake my head. “No.” And when I find his hand and flatten it over my chest, I think he gets it, because Murray nods and chokes out a laugh.
“Yeah. Me too.”
He keeps his hand flattened there, feeling my racing heartbeat as I rise up on trembling thighs. As I sink back down again, taking him deeper this time. And I spread my hand overhischest, right above his heartbeat, and we’re both feeling each other, inside and out.
“This is…” I can’t think straight. Can’t focus on anything except the delicious tingle in my pussy every time his cock drags in and out; the thump of his heartbeat under my palm.
Murray’s eyes are suspiciously shiny too. “Yeah. It is.”
I sink down further. We let out twin groans.
And then our hands drop away, heartbeats forgotten, because we’re clinging to each other as I rise and fall in his lap. My ass slams down onto his thighs, harder and harder each time, and I’m letting out these weird little grunts but Murray doesn’t seem to mind.
He watches me ride his cock with undisguised awe. And when he slips a hand between us, rubbing at my clit again, I moan so loud he can’t hide his grin.
They’ll hear us in the next town over. Even with the raging storm.
“Fucking perfect,” Murray grinds out. “Jessica. Fuck.”
And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve longed for late at night. It seemed so impossible for so long, but I’m here, and this is happening, and Murray MacGregor was custom-made for me. He’smine.
I bury my face in his throat, his beard tickling my cheeks as heat blasts through my body in waves, my pussy twitching and thighs trembling.
Huh. Guess I’m the one who can’t hold out.
But I don’t think Murray minds. He grips my hips tight and slams deep inside me, then holds me there as he floods me with sticky warmth. Wave after pulsing wave, claiming me. I bite my lip against the strange sensation; the way it trickles down my thighs.
We peel ourselves apart a few minutes later, flushed and breathless and in desperate need of a damp cloth.
“I’ll go.” Murray lifts me up as easily as one of his pillows, depositing me on the other side of his legs. He shuffles to the edge of the bed, wooden frame creaking.