Leaning forward, I bussed my nose with his. “This is the part where you kiss me, Cassanova,” I whispered.
Elm grinned at the silly little tease. “What if Elm not want to?” he taunted, and then it was just like the old days, like we were shoved back in time to our comfortable comradery.
Shrugging, I sat back and held my hand out for him. “I’m sure I can find someone else willing to-”
Elm leapt at me with a growl. Tossing my boot over his shoulder, he dropped down over me, caging me in. “Elm be careful,” he garbled out, his voice gone guttural.
Grabbing at the side of his flannel, jerking myself towards him, I nipped at his chin. “Maybe I like it a little rough.”
Elm sealed his lips over mine, crushing me to him, with a growl.
It was just me and Elm in that moment and nothing else mattered.
Tugging at Elm’s flannel shirt, I growled when I couldn’t blindly undo the buttons. Elm shot up and just yanked his shirt down the middle, sexy lumberjack style. His impatience both turned me on and had me chuckling.
Tearing his band shirt off over his head, he tossed it off behind him and got to work on my clothes next.
“Don’t rip them, I’m limited here!” I cautioned him.
Elm decided it was probably best to step aside and allow me to take care of removing my own clothes.
The second my shirt was sailing through the air, Elm gave up on any kind of sense of patience and dove for my breast. His mouth closed around my nipple and he growled around the hardened bud.
A sharp cry left me and I buried my fingers in his thick hair, desperate to keep him there.
“Mine,” he growled out around a mouthful of breast.
“We have to hurry. It doesn’t take that long to gather firewood and stove chips.” I’d barely gotten the words out and Elm was tearing his mouth away from my breast. Handsshaking, he attempted to work the ties of my pants but couldn’t quite master the feat.
Gently moving his hands aside, I loosened the tie and let my pants fall.
No panties, the approving growl Elm let out said.
Before Elm could do what I assumed he wanted to do— bury his face in my pussy— I dropped down and reached for the snap of his jeans.
Elm tore them open, his cock springing free, thick and long and already weeping from the tip.
Taking me into his arms, Elm growled approvingly when I wrapped my legs around him and lifted up to get the head of that monster right where I wanted it most.
“Right up against the wall, hard and fast,” I cried out as I slowly began to lower myself down on his already pulsing length.
Elm’s movements were jerky as he made his way over to the wall, groaning and growling his pleasure.
A trail of the evidence of his desire for me followed us in our wake.
“You okay?” I started to ask as we made it to a wall, the closest one to us, and Elm pulled out a little bit to groaningly press back home.
He was thick and jerking hard. It felt so good as he pressed deep with a growl, to pull out a little and then slam back home.
“Harder,” I cried out, then growled happily when he did just that.
Soon enough it was just like before, his eyes gone dark, almost pitch black, pupils blown out, and he was snarling that I was his into my neck as he pounded into me hard enough and fast enough I saw stars. Hooking one of my legs under his arm, he held me open to him. I was forced to take him, accept all ofhim, over and over as he growled that sexy growl that makes my insides clench up for him, until I screamed my pleasure.
The door creaked open and Cy popped his head through. One look at Elm’s hairy ass flexing as he pressed deep and followed me over, and Cy popped his head right back out. “Nope,” we could hear him clearly from the other side of the door, “should have listened to Kehl. Cy does not want to see that much of Elm. So much of Elm,” he grumbled.
Meeting Elm’s gaze as he pulled back from where he’d just clamped down on my shoulder as he came, I purred, “I love seeing so much of you.”
“Kehl be Tree brother too?” Kehl asked. His voice sounded small, unsure.
