We’re in such perfect rhythm with one another, entwined in one another so tight. My arms curled around his neck, my legs around his hips, his arms holding me close to him.
The only problem is that we’re on a thin couch, which can’t take a big mountain man like Rainier and a girl with a little extra meat on her like me.
We slip, we roll, we hit the floor.
The fall isn’t far enough to hurt us, and instead we’re both just laughing at our screw-up. He takes the most of it, now on the bottom and me on top.
Most importantly is that we don’t stop. We’re both fully in tune with one another, wanting this. Yearning for this, ready to indulge our lusts with one another to the absolute fullest.
I’m on top of him, his cock still in me, sitting up. “Guess it’s my turn to take a ride, Rainier.”
He raises an eyebrow, all too pleased with where this is going. I start to bounce up and down on him, loving every bit of contact between us, sliding up and down on his cock, moaning loudly as I do so, my pussy wet as I grind this man of mine.
With me in control, Rainier is free to explore my body, his hands roaming up my form toward my tits, squeezing them and holding them as they sway from the motion between us.
The orgasm building in me will come. My troubles over never being able to have one will never be an issue when Rainier is involved, as this man always knows how to tickle me in the right spots to make me squirm and shudder for him. He’s the antidote to all of my sexual worries, the man who will always make sure I’m good and satisfied.
That he’s such a huge sweetheart even when fucking isn’t involved is just a bonus.
I give into my instincts, riding him happily, and he stops massaging my tits to help me bounce on him harder and faster, letting me revel in the utter bliss. We are in perfect harmony, moaning for one another, our pleasures driving hotter and higher, truly and absolutely dedicated to one another.
We’re both being pushed to the brink, aching for that little bit more, ruled by the sensations that are pulsing between our bodies.
The thought of no longer being a virgin barely enters my mind. All I can think of is that I’m now his, and my doubts were foolish. Every second we are together makes it more and more certain to me that we’re meant to be together for the rest of our days.
We’re both only human though. We can only take so much of this delight and bliss before our bodies give out, and give us one last surge of pleasure. Something about his cock rubs me the right way and I moan for him, loud enough that it could echo through the mountains, but at this moment, I don’t care who knows it. It’s a searing hot pleasure, and I revel in it.
He’s there too, his hands holding my hips steady as he groans and trembles and all of his come bursts into me, a tribute to his love for me and my beauty. It feels like so much, such overpowering heat.
As the last bit of my orgasm runs through me, leaving me arched up straight on his cock, he finally slips out of me and I collapse forward onto him, his arms crossing around me to catch me. I can feel his come seeping out of me, around his cock, a lovely mess of our juices.
And I love it. I shake off the fact that I’ve only known this man a day, and now I’ve had unprotected sex with him.
I instead welcome the consequences. I want his babies. To be his woman. His wife.
His.
It feels right, my soul calls to his, and something about that trumps any common sense I might have.
“You’re sex personified, Sugar,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
“Good. Because right now, I’m thinking you’re stuck with me. If you ever deny me, Rainier, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“Don’t even consider it. I’m with you now, and forever more.”
The chapter of my life where I’m the doting daughter is over. Now? The chapter where I’m Rainier’s spoiled woman begins.
And I can’t wait for what happens next.
EPILOGUE
RAINIER
I promised my family I’d bring Sugar over to meet them on Christmas Eve.
That was before the snow started coming down hard. Now I’m just worried about getting back to Sugar’s cabin before I get stranded on the side of the road.
The snow is coming down in blankets. I had popped back to the farm to milk the cows, which is something we have to do, even on Christmas Eve.