Chapter Eight
Bailey
My cheeks instantly flushed with heat. What had I just said? I’d never been so bold before, had I? It didn’t feel like something I would say, but I did. Xander’s smile widened across his cheeks, and his own shade of pink swarmed his face. I wanted to duck under the blankets, to hide in the darkness until he walked away, leaving me with my embarrassment, but I couldn’t take my eyes from his.
“You don’t think I’ll hurt you?” he questioned, his voice filled with concern.
I shook my head slowly, the heat creating a pain in my cheeks as it grew. I lifted the blanket, inviting him to snuggle in beside me as I squirmed to give him room.
A low chuckle rolled from his throat, escaping through his full lips. I watched eagerly as he slid in beside me. His body was warm, his scent musky and masculine, and his arms strong as they pulled me into his chest. He didn’t wait for another invitation, kissing me quickly, almost nervously before either of us could speak. I was grateful, feeling the urge to ramble, to giggle, to say something, anything. His lips pressed against mine, whiskey flavored his tongue as it slid into my mouth, skillfully stroking against mine. A tingle released between my legs, exploded through my breasts, and caused me to let out a moan into his mouth. His hands were searching my body, slowly sliding against my curves, squeezing the muscles of my upper thigh, my buttocks, and then working back to my waist. My back arched, pushing my breasts towards his hard chest. The friction of my nipples against the roughness of his shirt stirred another moan. This time, he stopped. His mouth pulled from mine, his eyes pressed heavily onto me as his face filled with concern. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
I giggled. “No,” I replied softly. The bath helped ease most of my pain, and the passion rolling through my body eased the rest. “It feels good,” I mumbled.
Concern left his eyes, leaving them filled with only desire as they stared down onto me. Xander fumbled in the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a foil package that he quickly opened. As he worked to place the condom onto his hard cock, I lifted my mouth to his, pressing our lips together, searching for the flavor of aged whiskey on his tongue once again.
Xander’s hands roamed freely along my body, this time with more aggression. His palms cupped my buttocks, squeezing gently as he pulled me into his erection. The sensation of his hard member against my thigh caused me to let out a sigh, letting my head fall back against my shoulders, and our mouths separated.
The jogging pants that Xander was so kind to allow me to wear were now being pulled from my body, the chill of the room licking at my heated flesh. His mouth pressed into my neck, his lips sucking my sensitive skin into his lips as the cool cabin air nipped at my legs. I hadn’t put on any panties after my bath, leaving my pink flesh exposed as the fleece pants fell to the floor beside the bed. His hand was warm and inviting as it ran up my leg. My body squirmed against his, pushing my throbbing cunt towards his hand. The roughness of his fingers against my soft flesh made me groan with excitement. Slowly, one finger slid between my pussy lips, gliding through the juices that freely flowed, slippery, effortlessly and creating a friction that drove me wild. I wanted this man, whoever he was. This kind man, my hero, the scruffy loner that lived on top of the mountain with no neighbors, I wanted him badly.
My hand reached between us, gripping his hard cock through the thick denim he wore. He let out a sigh and slowly inserted the finger he teased me with into my warm cunt. I worked feverishly to unfasten his button and zipper, freeing the large member that pushed against the denim into my petite hand. My fingers stretched to reach around his erection, barely clasping. I couldn’t remember ever feeling such a large cock in my hand, but then again, there was little I did remember.
Xander’s finger pushed into me, slowly at first, and then with a quick pace as I stroked him. My fingers slid to the tip of his cock, playfully gliding through the slippery pre cum. I wondered how long it had been since he was with a woman, or for that matter, how long it had been since I’d been with a man. I was sure I’d never been with a man like Xander, scruff, rough, and so masculine.
His eyes, piercing blue, stared into my soul in silence as our hands continued to pleasure one another. Any thoughts that ran through my mind were gone instantly, leaving me with only his image. Long shaggy brownish blonde hair fell from the sides of his scruffy face. His goatee dangled from his chin, and his mustache curled at each end. His skin was rough and tanned from spending so much time outdoors I presumed, and his eyes had tiny lines on the side like crow’s feet that made him look older, even though I knew he couldn’t be much older than me.
My heartbeat sped up, my breathing became irregular and labored, and my body tingled with desire as his finger slid from between my legs. His hand pushed my shirt up and over my head, exposing my full breasts to his hungry eyes. He lowered his mouth, sucking my left nipple between his lips, tugging gently, but hard enough to make me squeal out into the quiet room. My hand released from his cock, quickly copying his move and pushing his t-shirt from his body. His chest was smooth, his abs rippled into a delicious six-pack, and a small patch of hair, just as muddy colored as what was on his head, laid perfectly centered on his chest.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly.
His eyes were so blue they made me feel as though I was lost in the clouds. “Yes,” I whispered, reaching back down between us to warm my hand with his cock once again.
His lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleamed, and a sigh, one I assumed was of relief, fell from his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he added.
I shook my head slightly, my own grin growing on my face. “You won’t,” I replied, not entirely certain I believed that statement.
My hand stretched around his cock, feeling the girth of his manhood as he rolled towards me, and then atop of me. His weight, even though only slightly resting on me, caved my chest, warmed my entire body, and sent wild tingles of excitement through my breasts.
I stroked him, watching his eyes close, and his lips part with each movement, a delicious image. “You’re beautiful,” he gasped, opening his eyes to mine. My hand released, sliding up his side. His muscles were tight, toned, and felt like ripples beneath my fingers as they strummed upward on his body.
His cock rested between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. Our eyes locked, and with a smooth, skillful motion, he was inside of me, deep inside. My body melted against the mattress as his body pinned me beneath him. Moans of excitement rolled from my throat as his hard cock widened my pussy, stretching it to accommodate his large member. My fingers dug into the flesh of his back, pushing into the muscles that flexed with each thrust.
Xander’s mouth lowered to my neck, sucking my sensitive flesh as he buried his large cock between my legs. I let out a moan, loud and hungry into the room. My fingers dug deeper into his back, penetrating his hard flesh with my short, manicured nails. His thrusts became harder, deeper, and with each one I exhaled hard, only a slight moan able to escape my throat from the shattering pleasure. My fingers rolled down his back, stopping on the hard muscles of his buttocks. They flexed with each push into me, raising up just high enough to allow me the enjoyment of his total length.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, fucking this mountain man that I didn’t even know. His body pressed against mine made me feel safe, and his masculine scent kept me hungry for more. I wasn’t sure if this was something I would’ve done before my accident, before I forgot everything about myself.
Deeper, harder, and with more aggression, he plunged into my tight cunt. My body shook with excitement as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my shoulder. I had an urge to turn my head and lick up the salty substance, but his eyes on me delayed my response. My pussy started to throb, the friction of his penetration becoming too pleasurable to deny. Moans grew louder as they pushed past my lips, and muscles tightened in my body that I didn’t even know I had.
Xander’s arms flexed as they worked to hold his weight from me, and suddenly his cock began to throb in the same rhythm as my pussy. Our orgasms exploded together, unstoppable, wild and delicious as our eyes locked. Something about this man brought this out in me. I knew this wasn’t who I was, who I’d been. It all felt too new.
His weight fell onto me, crushing me into the mattress. I didn’t mind. I actually enjoyed it. My arms wrapped around him, squeezing him into me as his lips delivered delicate kisses to my chest.
The rough exterior, the hard core shell that kept this man away from civilization, crumbled away like melting ice from a glass. My heart filled with an array of powerful emotions as I felt grateful, lucky, that this man had found me.