Richard

“I don’t care why you came.” She grabbed my hand and headed up the stair. “Bed on the second floor.”

I followed in pursuit. “You call this a bed?” I laughed at the twin sized bunkbed in the room.

“Would you rather the floor? I think you can get creative if you try,” she teased, undressing with a hurried need.

I did not take long to remove my own clothing and lifted her onto the small bunk. “Top or bottom, baby?” I rasped into her ear.

“Surprise me,” she giggled.

I laid her gently on the bed and took my place above her. “Not much wiggle room.”

“I don’t need you to wiggle, I need you to fuck me. We can play later.” She was direct, to the point. I watched her face glow with arousal. My own arousal was coaxed by her dominatrix behavior.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” My lips curved into a wicked smile. I reached for my pants and searched my pockets, groaned and swore under my breath.

She placed her palms on my toned masculine chest. “Have you had unprotected sex since the last time we were together?” Was that a hint of jealousy in her voice?

“No… I haven’t had sex since we’ve been together,” I admitted.

“Well, then, haven’t we already crossed that bridge?” she laughed as she took my pants and threw them aside.

I claimed her mouth first. We teased each other with our tongues. I took in her scent. It had a hint of something sweet. I ran my tongue across the center cleavage to her breast. “You’re sweeter than the last time I tasted you. You’re going to give me a sweet tooth.”

She returned the favor, tracing my steps and finding the spot below my chin that tickled. ”You’re still salty,” she told me as her hands ran across the ripples of my abs and lower, ”and hard.”

She blushed and I lowered my mouth to her pert, exposed breasts and sucked them hungrily. She shuddered and moaned at my touch. I nipped at them and she squealed with delight.

I returned to her mouth, probing with my tongue, ravishing her naturally pink lips until they were swollen from thoroughly being made love to. They were hot, decadent. I feathered kisses along her jawbone and down to the sensitive part of her neck just under her ear.

I pinched her nipples between my fingers, hardening to my touch. My hands gripped her tiny waist for a moment before exploring downwards. My arousal was throbbing between us, touching her intimately.

I moved my hands to the small of her back and pulled her into me. There was little room for foreplay. It didn’t matter — she was hot, dripping and opened.

In one long thrust, I impaled her on my engorged cock.

“I’m too far to take my time. I can’t hold back any longer, baby.” I put my hands on her bottom and raised her to me. I pulled out and thrust into her in one smooth move, so deep that she gasped.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” I paused. “You’re so fucking tight, I’m afraid if I push too hard I might hurt you. But I want you so bad if I start,” I hesitated, “I wouldn’t be able to stop, god help me.” I stared into the depths of her blue eyes, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she said fiercely, wrapping her legs around me as far as they’d go, “don’t stop.”

The rise and fall of our bodies was so powerful, so lustful, the bed rose from the floor. With each thrust, each push, each pull of each other, we never lost the connection. The cool air in the lighthouse made me more aware of the heat our bodies were generating.

She was clinging to my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. I didn’t care; she could take care of that for me later. Now all I wanted was to claim her so deep, so completely, that she would never be satisfied with anyone other than me ever again.

I never wanted anyone else's scent on her except mine. I was being predatory, marking my territory.

I knew I was succeeding. Her head was thrashing side to side. Her body arched so high it took little effort for me to find myself buried balls deep inside her. Her eyes were shut tight.

“I love your beautiful blue eyes, don’t close them,” I cajoled.

She opened them and held my gaze. They were glistening from sheer enjoyment. They danced and sparkled. That only enticed me to grow harder, hungrier. The sound emanating from her was nothing I had never heard before.

There was a sound I had not heard yet. I would get it from her before I was done. I needed to position her just right and I knew it would come.

She would come.

I gripped her hips and held her tight. I needed her to let me take control. It was the only way I was going to get what I wanted. I placed one hand on her bottom and tilted her slightly as I piston into her.

That was it, the spot I had been looking for. Now I knew where it was, I was never going to forget it, or that pitching shriek that came from me finding it.

It was more than finding that spot. More than fulfilling my own needs. It was about the look on her face, the flushing of her skin when I penetrated her so deep, it laid her practically unconscious from the explosion it created.

“You first, Mac, let it go, then I’ll fall.”

“I’ve already fallen,” her voice soft, yet holding something ominous.

Could I allow himself to believe she had fallen for me?

I let myself spill into her knowing she was the first woman I had made love to without the obstruction of a condom. I marvelled at the feeling of her walls tightening around me.

I had brought women to the brink before. Many times, many women; why did I feel this woman’s pleasure was the most important thing in my life at this moment?

She continued to cling to me. I was sweating from the physicality I expended. It took me a few minutes to regain normal breathing. I propped myself onto my elbows, careful not to put too much pressure on her thin frame as to not crush her.

She brushed the sweat from my brow and ran her fingers through my hair. “Now who’s wet?”

I brought her hands to my chest. “Still beating, you haven’t broken anything, yet.”

“We should get to the cabin before we both catch a cold.” She reached for her clothes and began to dress.

The mood had changed so quick, her moves almost mechanical. What had happened in the few seconds between total satisfaction and the look of despair on her face? I felt cold where the warmth from her body had just been. I pulled on my clothing and followed her down the stairs.

“Mac, what’s going on? Talk to me,” I coaxed.

She bit her bottom lip and attempted to return her fallen hair into it’s constricting bun. “I’m embarrassed,” she whispered, the words low as she held her eyes downwards, unable to meet mine. “I just threw myself at you, I saw you and...you said that’s not why you came.”

The hurt I saw in her beautiful blue eyes resonated with me. She thought I was rejecting her. I could never reject her. I wanted her. I wanted only her. I needed her to understand. I did not want her for one night, not just for sex.

I wanted her to share my bed, my love, my life.

“That’s not why I came, no, but make no mistake — I want you more than I want to breath right now,” I assured her.

“Just not for only now.”

“What are you asking, Richard?”

“I don’t know. I do know I want to wake up with you in my bed tomorrow, the next day, and the next.”

“You don’t do relationships, you told me yourself.”

“I didn’t do relationships, until now.

Can we do this?” I ran my fingers up her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“Mac can you do this?”