He was a thick, stony column covered in flesh as soft as velvet. She could feel his heartbeat in the veins sliding beneath her fingertips. See how her ministrations made him grow thicker, longer. And hear how much his restraint cost him by the ragged way he breathed.
Over and over she stroked him, ran her fingers around the sensitive ridge that circled the base of his head. Then, when he was panting and mindless, she changed tactics.
Using her fingernails, she started at his base and slowly, gently—but nottoogently—scraped up his raging, bucking length.
A low groan rumbled up from deep inside his chest. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back with him looming above her on all fours. The skin over his face was tight and flushed. A drop of sweat beaded at his temple. And his eyes were so bright and piercing, she felt burned by them.
“I have to fuck you now, Grace.” He immediately shook his head. “Sorry. That came out wrong. I should’ve asked but—”
She pressed a finger over his lips. “Sugar, you don’t have to ask. I think I’ve made it clear that’s exactly what I want.”
“Say it again.” A muscle went crazy in his jaw. “Call mesugarand tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She framed his face with her hands and arched into him so her nipples rasped against his chest hair. “I want you to fuck me, sugar. I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the moment you knocked on my car window and told me you’d been sent to help me find a way in with the Michigan Militia.”
The noise he made then was more beast than man. And when he crashed down on top of her, reclaiming her mouth in a ravenous kiss, his hot, raging cock split her folds.
He wasn’t inside her. Not yet. He simply nestled against her. All his heat held snug against her wetness. All his hardness pressed tight against her softness.
They stayed that way for long minutes. Her oiled body making his slick so that when they moved and bumped against each other it was sleek and deliciously sinuous.
But it wasn’t enough.
Whatever edge her orgasm had taken off had been re-honed. Her want of him, herneedof him, was stronger than ever. When she pumped her hips in a wordless appeal, he ripped his mouth from hers and rolled to the side of the bed.
She whimpered because after all his weight and warmth, she felt horribly bereft with him gone. Then she heard him whisper, “Dale, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t fail me now,” and she turned onto her side to run a finger down the groove of his back.
“What are you saying?” She noted how his broad, tan back sported as many scars as his front. She ran a thumb over the puckered circle near his neck. Let her fingertips drift over the angry, raised line of flesh that marred the skin of his flank. And followed the jagged line of the white scar that zigzagged near the base of his spine.
“I told you I’ve never had a woman here.” His voice was guttural. “So I don’t keep protection. When I phoned Dale, I asked him to—aha!”
He pulled a long strip of condoms from the bedside table and turned to her with a face like a kid on Christmas morning.
“I don’t know whether I should be miffed or mortified that your property manager knows you brought me here intending to seduce me,” she teased. Then she lifted what she hoped was a seductive eyebrow. “Thatwasyour intention, wasn’t it?”
“Myintentionwas to keep you safe.” He used his teeth to rip open a foil packet. “Myhopewas that once you were here you would succumb to my myriad charms.”
“I feel like you’re splitting hairs, but I’ll let it slide.” She grinned as she snagged the latex ring from his fingers.
“The devil is in the details.” He winked. “And you shouldn’t be miffedormortified. Because I know for a fact that Dale and Sissy still do it on the regular despite being well into their seventies. I came up here unannounced one winter and found them canoodling naked on a blanket in front of the fireplace. Sissy blushed to the roots of her curly white hair and told me they just needed a change of scenery. You know, to spice things up.”
Grace placed the ring of latex directly over his swollen head. But she didn’t slide the condom down his length. Instead, she looked up to find him intently watching her progress. “So wewon’tbe the first to christen this place?” she asked.
His gaze jumped to her face. “This cabin is eighty years old. It’s had four owners before me. There was no way we were ever going to be the first ones to have sex in it. But if it makes you feel any better, you can christenmeand—”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he threw his head back and let loose with a long, low hiss as she fisted the condom down his swollen length.
When he dropped his chin, she bit her bottom lip and lifted an eyebrow. “Sugar,” she whispered, “the time for talk is over. I need you to—”
He was on her before she could get another word out.
“Mmm,” she hummed as, once again, his weight pressed her into the mattress.
And then…
He entered her. Just a little. Just by notching his hips back so that his fat head nosed her entrance.
There was a pause as they each dragged in a ragged breath at that first intimate touch. And then their moans were synchronized when he thrust forward. Only an inch. Maybe two. It was enough to have her pulling him down so she could catch his bottom lip between her teeth.
