She made a soft whimper as I started rocking against her, turning her head to the side to look back at me. Her eyes were pupil-blown and heavy-lidded, and she was completely limp as I trapped my slippery cock in the valley of her ass and started to rut.
“Feel good?” she murmured, sounding completely punch-drunk.
I could barely speak, it felt so fucking good. “Want to—jerk off—with your ass—all night.”
She laughed a little but was still a ragdoll in front of me, apart from the quick, heavy inhales as her body recovered from her last climax. I began thrusting harder and faster, adding more of her slickness when needed, savoring the sweet heat of her asshole every time my erection slid over it. I loved her tense and trembling with pleasure, of course, but I also lovedthis—the loose and generous give of her when satisfied—and I had to feel more of her, had to lean down and gather her against my chest, all warm curves and perfect tits. And all the while my hips kept pumping and pumping, and the cozy, affectionate filth of it all was too much for me to withstand for long. The sudden jerk of my dick had me growling against her shoulder, and then the first real spurt came, coupled with sharp and shivering bliss arcing from deep in my groin. Then the second, and it was even slicker now, making everything unbearably good, and I had to bite her shoulder to ride through the peak without groaning loud enough for people in Montreal to hear.
She was giggling underneath me, no doubt because I’d turned into a complete animal above her, but I didn’t care. It was now extremely and crudely wet between us, and all I could think was that I wanted it to be wetter, I wanted to keep pulsing my seed all over her ass and the small of her back and her pussy too, Iwanted her to be covered in me all night and then I wanted to wake up and do it over and over again.
Finally, my hips slowed and went still, my erection still twitching but my muscles starting to relax. With Herculean effort, I tugged off my quarter-zip sweater and then the merino long-sleeve shirt underneath, and used that to wipe the worst of the mess off Sunny’s back and backside. And then I collapsed onto the bed, rolling over and trying to catch my breath.
Sunny—still half on her stomach, her feet on the floor and bottom in the air—turned her head to face me. “You shouldn’t have used your shirt,” she murmured. “Isn’t it hand-wash only?”
“Who told you that? Big merino? It can go in the regular laundry.”
She laughed again, and the sound of it over the snow and the wind and the fire crackling in the fireplace was the sound of heaven, the sound of happiness. The sound ofwhy the fuck does anything have to change?
“You need a laundry intervention, you wool monster. And—” She stopped and then gave a sexy little hum. “Isaac Kelly, you are still hard.”
It was true. The skin of my swollen dick was stretched so tight that it hurt. Pre-cum... or post-cum... or intra-cum was oozing onto my naked belly. “It happens a lot around you.”
She braced herself on her elbows and gave me a coy look. “I can fix it.”
My cock flexed at her words. “Yeah?”
“Yep. The doctor is in.” She was already up and moving, and I could see two bewitching handprints reddening her ass from where she’d held herself open for me.
A narrow slick of semen was streaked across one of them. I must have missed it with the hand-wash-only shirt.
She came back to the bed with one of her towels and a small bottle in her hand. Her hair was halfway dry by now and startingto pull up into loose, hectic curls. Firelight glowed behind her, making her skin shimmer and her eyes extra dark. Her nipple piercings glinted.
“I think you have a condition,” she said solemnly as she put one knee on the bed. “You better have it looked at.”
“I think the condition isthere’s a naked porn star in my room.”
“Hmm, the pathology is positive. We need to start treatment right away.” She held up the towel. “How is the butt weather tonight? Clear skies?”
“Clear skies,” I confirmed. If pegging were on the table, I might have wanted a little more prep, but I was good for this.
I peeled off my jeans and boxer briefs, so that I was entirely naked. Sunny guided me back onto the bed and arranged the towel under my hips. Then she held up the small bottle in her hand, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Is that... gingerbread lotion?” I asked, not sure if I was reading the label correctly. Although the gold foiled gingerbread man on the label was a solid clue.
“I’ve seen this brand before. I think the same company supplies all the northern Vermont bed-and-breakfasts,” she said. “So I feel like it’s reputable. Quality.”
“Like reputable in a medical-grade sense, or—actually, I don’t care.” My cock was bobbing pitifully above my hips, and there was an eager ache deep in my core as I thought about her pressing her fingers inside me. “Just do it.”
She lowered her gaze to her hands, looking almost miserable for a moment, and then she took a long breath. Like she was letting go of whatever had her looking so unhappy.
“Hey,” I said softly, starting to sit up. “You okay? We don’t have to...”
She was already shaking her head, pushing me back down. “No, no, it’s not that. My head is in a weird place today.”
There was a tug inside my chest, a hope and a terror all at once, that maybe her head-weirdness matched my head-weirdness, that maybe Doris’s wisdom nuggets had made Sunny think some of the same things that I was trying very hard not to think...
But I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of that. I couldn’t bring myself to present the opportunity to be hurt yet again when she had to explain that she didn’t want to be with me, that my next date would be formy own good.
And anyway, there was important business at hand. (Or at butt.)
