Maybe I'm losing my damn mind. Maybe finally having a woman in my bed after spending so many years alone has driven me crazy. Or maybe I'm just horny as fuck and cannot wait to get a taste of this luscious woman. Joy rolls her hips, biting her bottom lip as she watches me, slowly spreading her silky thighs apart.
My cock thickens in my shorts as I pull her into position, staring into her pussy. So fresh and pink and delicious. She sighs as I slowly draw her open with my thick, blunt fingertips and breathe across her skin, watching it flush and swell.
Her breasts quiver with every breath, her puckered, pink nipples taunting me. A quick glance confirms Joy's pupils are dilated. She clearly wants this as much as I do.
The tip of my tongue skims through her crease and her back arches, a soft hum in the back of her throat. My God, she's delicious. My tongue strokes again, my fingertips prying her open and exploring every soft curve and nook of her innocent pussy. The deep hunger inside me claws its way to the surface. This possessive urge, this need to bring her pleasure… It's taking hold of my soul.
"You like that?" I murmur against her wet flesh. She nods quickly, her shaky breath making me wonder what noises she'll make as I'm easing my cock into her someday.
My tongue thrusts deep, then returns to her clit, lightly tracing circles. I could play with this beautiful girl forever. Could feast on her sweet flavor and inhale the warmth of her skin until the end of time.
My middle finger circles her entrance, and I don’t miss the twitch that runs through her. "Do you want my finger here?" She nods. "Use your words, sugar."
"Yes," she barely breathes. She grips the blankets, as if trying to stop herself from floating straight off the bed. Damn, she's so gorgeous my cock might snap right off in my shorts, but it'll be worth it to hear her come for me.
The need to please her consumes me. My finger slips in slowly. Fuck, she's so wet. I switch my tongue to a slow, steady lap straight across her swollen clit, feeling her pussy tighten around my finger as I stroke deep.
We lock eyes. If I could speak right now, I'd tell her how beautiful she is. How much it would mean to me to feel her let go completely.
Each long lick memorizes her flavor, while I listen intently for every sigh and moan, wanting to learn what she likes and needs. A bit faster? A little more pressure? I slip a second finger inside, and her pussy begins to squeeze around them, still so wet as I thrust faster.
There's no way in hell that my cock is going to fit inside her pussy. But it's going to happen. I don’t know when, or how, but it will. I wait as the pressure builds inside her, then her mouth opens with a ragged cry and her fingernails prick the side of my head. The satin skin of her inner thighs crushes around my ears. Her pussy grows wetter and wetter as I lick and thrust harder,quicker, trying to wring every single drop of pleasure from her climax.
Finally, she falls back, boneless, as if her entire body is humming with energy but is too exhausted to focus. I pull her under the blankets, cuddling her against me.
"That was…um…" She shakes her head. "Intense?"
"Let’s say adequate for a first time. You didn't scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear."
"I doubt I’m a screamer." Her eyes fly wide. "I mean… I wouldn't…" Her head shakes and her eyes close for a few breaths. Then they snap open and she grins. "I'm on the pill, though. So…"
Her hand skims down my abs to grip the front of my shorts. I'm so hard that the head is barely a hair’s breadth from her fingers. For one second, I imagine throwing Joy onto her back and plunging deep inside her.
Then I suck in a breath, lifting her hand and giving it a delicate slap. "That is not your business tonight."
Joy laughs, her cheeks still flushed, her entire body warm as I pull her against me.
"Sleep, sugar. I've got you now."
Forever,I want to add.I've got you now and forever.
8
JOY
It feels like home here: real, true, grounding. I hadn’t realized that was something I’d been missing.
Bear and I sit in comfortable silence on wicker chairs out on the back deck, sipping a second mug of coffee after breakfast. Being with him feels so easy.
This house feels much homier than the building I think of as “Carl’s place”. Maybe because my brother chose it as an eventual investment property, with no input from me. Bear clearly built this house for himself to live in comfortably. I can’t help thinking what it might be like to stay here much longer than…well, my official camping stint was only supposed to be a week.
Most people let their hair down when they’re on holiday. Maybe I should think of this as a resort getaway and use this opportunity to be a bit more outgoing. I’ve been shy around men my entire life, maybe even a bit repressed. Plus, I think Bear likes it when I’m sassy.
It’s wild that he owns a huge section of the forest. I saw a framed site plan in the hallway showing the outline of this house, the garage, the wood shop and the property line. I don’t know how many acres it is, but it’s a lot. There’s a huge, cleared spacefor a back yard, then what seems like miles of forest and rolling hills.
“This feels like the official middle of nowhere,” I murmur, as a few sparrows fly by on the breeze. “In the good way.”
“Yep, that’s the idea,” Bear nods. “Knox lives half a mile that way.” He points far to the left, then slightly to the right. “And Thane is over there. We’re close enough that if the power and cell service ever went out, a shotgun blast would bring someone running.”
