He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and I looked at him in the dark and thought—he’ll never fit. He was large by any standards, the head of his cock purple and red, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“Are you sure?” I asked. A touch of the nervousness I’d felt in the truck returning. I was entering into a place I was not familiar with.
He came down over me, his weight on his forearms, and looked at my face for a long moment. “Am I sure I want you? I’ve wanted you since that first Friday night when I walked through the door and saw you behind the bar, Charlie. Am I sure this will work?”
His hand slid between us, two big fingers pressing back inside me. I was still wet and swollen from before and I gasped. He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to my cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure. You were made for me, baby.”
He slammed his mouth against mine and kissed me until everything else in my mind fled. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. My wet core touched him and we both groaned.
“Then take me, Colt. Please take me.”
He settled between my thighs, one hand going between us to guide himself inside me. I felt him there, the large head pressing at my entrance. Thank god he had stretched me. Then he pushed inside me. Not slow, not fast, just perfect. He wasn’t all the way in when he stopped.
Went completely still. Above me, inside me, his weight on his forearms, looking down at me.
“You’re a virgin,” he said.
Not a question.
I looked up at him, my hands on his shoulders. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Hell no.” He gave what I could only describe as a self-satisfied smirk and drove in deep.
I gasped. There was pain. He was a big man, and I had never had anyone inside me before. But that stopped quickly. He stilled again, buried inside me, breathing hard, watching my face.
“You should have told me.” His tone said I would have been in big trouble if he wasn’t already inside me.
“I didn’t want slow.” I shifted underneath him, testing the feel of him inside me, and felt him everywhere. “I wanted you. All of you. Now stop treating me like I’ll break.”
Something moved through his expression. The controlled patience he’d been carrying for weeks gone. He was inside me, hard and warm and I watched him come undone.
He started to move.
Slow at first, because he was Colt and he was paying attention to my face no matter what I had said. “Better?”
“Yeah.” To verify the point, I lifted my hips, meeting his next thrust, which had him fully seated again, our bodies touching as he disappeared inside me.
“Damn woman.” Then he was gripping my hip, all pretense of patience and slow gone. He took me hard, just like I wanted, slamming his hips against mine, burying himself deep, staying there just a second, twisting his hips, letting me know exactly who was there, fucking me.
“Do you like that, Charlie? Do you like the feel of my cock inside you? Taking you? Making you mine?”
All I could do was moan and let him have me. It was wonderful. Hard and deep, exactly like my body had been craving. He filled something inside me that had nothing to do with the act of making love.
This was possession, pure and simple.
I came apart the second time with considerably less dignity and considerably more volume than the first, and he followed me over with his face in my hair and my name the only word he had left.
We lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard.
He slowly moved away, as if reluctant to undo our bodies. I was pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat slow back to something like normal.
“Colt,” I said.
“Yeah.”
I thought about all the things I could say. About what this was and what it wasn’t and what came next. About the fact that I was in a lumberjack’s cabin on a mountain in Montana and wasn’t even a little bit sorry about it.
“Thank you for making my first time… well, thank you for making my first time that. I didn’t expect you.”
