“Shh,” I said, grinning against her inner thigh. “Quiet, darlin’. We can’t let anyone hear.”
“So we’renotsupposed to be in here?”
I stopped the rest of her questions with a kiss on her clit as I started taking her apart slowly, reading every sound she made, every shift of her body.
You had to respect the material. Let your work be guided by it.
And that’s how I treated Shelly tonight.
Damn, she tasted good. I wanted to drink her pussy for the rest of my life.
She came fast with her thighs clamped around my head and her fingers twisted into my hair, her whole body shuddering, as I worked her through every last tremor.
We were getting closer to the main attraction, so I stripped my shirt off and shucked my jeans, then settled back over her as she looked up at me with eyes gone dark and soft, her chest heaving, her curly hair wild against the pillow.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” I told her, and I meant every word.
She opened her mouth to say something, and I kissed the words right off her lips, the taste of her still on my tongue.
I’d made her come twice tonight. It was my turn now.
I wasn’t a reckless man. Not with something that mattered.
And Shelly mattered more than anything. So I sheathed myself, then notched myself at her entrance, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to every inch of me.
She gasped and her nails dug into my back, while I groaned low at the tight, slick heat of her body wrapped around me.
“Okay?” I rasped.
“More than okay,” she whispered.
I started to move, long and deep, finding a rhythm that had her head tipping back and her hips rising to meet every stroke.
The old bed frame creaked under us, a steady, rhythmic complaint that I barely registered because all my attention was on her.
I hooked one of her legs up over my hip and drove in at a new angle, deeper and more deliberate, and she came apart a third time with a broken cry that I kissed her through while the headboard knocked softly against the pine wall and the mattress springs creaked beneath us.
I didn’t let her recover. I turned her over, pulled her up onto her hands and knees, then took her from behind with long, rolling thrusts that had the bed frame groaning in earnest now.
The whole thing shuddered under us as I gripped her wide hips and worked her open. She was gorgeous from this angle, her ass filling my hands perfectly, and I watched as I pummeled her with my cock, getting more and more turned on with each thrust, until they started to go ragged.
That meant it was time to slow down. The last thing I wanted was an early ending.
So I dragged a hand around to find her clit and worked it in tight circles until she was shaking, while each slam of my hips shifted the bedframe against the wall.
“Come for me again,” I growled. “One more time, Shelly-Rae. Come on my cock.”
She cried out loud enough that I was afraid she was going to wake up the whole logging camp.
Then she shattered, clenching around me so hard she almost made me come on the spot.
I almost followed her over the edge right then, but I wanted to feel her skin to skin.
So I pulled out, breathing hard, my whole body coiled tight and desperate, shoving the thin barrier off and tossing it aside before pulling her closer. We wouldn’t need it for what I had planned next.
“Come here,” I groaned, my voice wrecked. “On your knees for me, Shelly Bear.”
She turned and looked up at me from the edge of the mattress, surprise flickering across her flushed face when she understood what I was asking.
