Chapter 39
Cheyenne
He carried me up to his room, and I could feel his smile against my skin. All at once, my life felt as if it had jolted into place, and all that was left was for me to simply accept and embrace it. The winter wonderland had blanketed me into a home I had come to consider my own, and the man whose body I clung to woke me up every single morning with his body pressed solidly to mine. Memories of my past faded with every passing day I spent in this miraculous town, and I knew I had made the right decision.
Yes, the job would have provided me with financial security and taken much off my shoulders, but I would be starting all over. I’d have to earn the trust of an entire town again, and I didn’t know if I could. I would’ve been leaving behind the close friendships I’d cultivated during a scenario that was never again going to happen in my lifetime. An entire community had rallied behind me in a time when I didn’t know how I was going to push forward, and it was their love and support that had convinced me to reconsider and to see them through objectively.
But it was the love I had for the man undressing my body that convinced me to turn down the job. In a flurry of clothes and kisses, what stood before me was a man clad only in his skin. His sun-kissed muscles stood in stark contrast to the great white world that had descended upon us over Christmas, and as I drank him in with my eyes, I suddenly began to shiver.
My body needed him close. Like a bird drawn to the heavens, I wasn’t rooted without him. My nipples stood at their peaks, and my legs trembled underneath his gaze, but my body cried out for his merciful touch while we stood and looked at one another. The man I had fallen in love with worked hard every single day to bring a smile to my face, and my body and soul would forever be his, so long as his heart continued to pump that selfless energy through his veins.
His hand raised to cup my cheek, and I pressed my palms into his chest. His skin was warm to the touch and jumped underneath my softness. When his lips encompassed mine, my knees buckled underneath me. His tongue slipped through my depths just as his arms caught my falling body, pulling me deep into his world with every caress of his tongue against the roof of my mouth. My swirling mind ceased to operate, and the tune my body hummed grew into a crying chorus, searching for the chords only his body could sing in order to complete the special melody.
He laid my limp body down onto the bed and sunk between my legs, his merciless dick throbbing against the corners of my thighs while his lips slowly migrated down my neck.
“Oh, Colt,” I whispered. His name slipped easily off my lips, showering my skin below with promises of years to come. His hands slid along my skin, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. He set my skin aflame with promises of pleasure while his lips wrapped around my puckered breasts. The way my body rolled into his gave away my entire state of mind, and when his fingertips parted the folds of my pussy, I sighed in glorious relief.
Never again would I have to part from the touch he afforded me, and never again would I have to question how much he cared. The way the tips of his fingers swirled around my clit boasted of the care and compassion he exuded for me, and the way his tongue teased my nipple to its hardest bragged of the wanton lust that flowed between us. Even at his dirtiest, he was beautiful to me, and when I rolled into his hand, he continued his kisses down my stomach.
“So beautiful,” he said.
I ran my hands through his hair while my pussy began to soak his hand. The fingers that were teasing my body slowly pushed through my tight entrance, and when his tongue landed in the very spot I desperately needed him to be, it shook the very foundation I was laying on.
I would spread myself over an altar for all the world to see if it meant feeling this way in his arms.
“Oh, Colt,” I groaned. His tongue flattened out against my clit before he raked it side to side. He crooked his fingers against the walls of my body, feeling around for that perfect angle, and when I gushed all over his hand, I felt his smile against my skin. He sucked my swollen bud between his lips and pressed his face deep into my core, and my legs wrapped around his head and locked him in for the ride.
I bucked and I writhed while his tongue danced along my clit, and the more he pressed into me, the warmer my body became. His tongue was a match swiping over my slit, and when his tongue burst into flames, I felt my pelvis begin to burn. He had learned every single spot I enjoyed. The ones that made me soaked and the ones that made me beg for mercy. I gripped his hair and pulled him close, and when my pussy began to clamp around his fingers, he gave me one last lick.
His name caught in the knot of pleasure choking my throat. My back arched into him, and my legs shook around his cheeks. Never in my life had I experienced such mind-numbing pleasure than when at the mercy of Colt’s body, and as he rode through my orgasm, I felt a light sheen of sweat begin to cover my body.
I heaved for the cold winter air howling against the windows. The snow was battering the house, and ice was tinkling as it broke off from the gutter. Colt climbed back up over me before he encompassed my lips with his. My tongue licked his lips, tasting myself on him as I shook in his wake, and he slowly slipped into me without a second thought while my body continued to recuperate from the pleasure he had just afforded me.
“I love you, Cheyenne,” he said. His voice was low and rough, like his truck that rolled over the gravel of my driveway. He slowly slipped into my pussy, stoking the fire he had set between my legs as the embers of my heart began to swell. I enveloped his body with my flame while the ice continued to gather outside, and when we easily found our rhythm and rocked against one another, I could feel how his body was shaking against me.
His muscles were expanding and contracting against my skin with every thrust his body took. With his hands planted next to my head and his eyes locked onto mine, all I could think about were the thick slabs of muscle my fingernails were digging into. His arms flexed, and his back churned. His legs pumped, and his pelvis snapped. His breath fed me, and his groans stoked the fire, and it wasn’t until I lifted my shoulders to capture his lips that he collapsed onto my body and lost himself in my skin.
Bite after bite was left across my shoulders, neck, and chest. His hips pumped furiously into mine while my legs hooked over his calves, and his hands pinned my wrists above my head, exposing the whole of my body to him. He fed on me—devoured me—like a vulture who had finally descended on its dinner, and I was dead in the water when his dick twitched inside me.
“Fuck, Cheyenne,” he said.
“I love you, Colt,” I said breathlessly. “I love you so much. Please, don’t stop.”
The bed bucked against the wall, and our bodies rammed together. Our teeth clattered together in sloppy kisses while bite marks raised themselves on my skin. I could see the welts from where my nails had raked his body, and I could feel the way his feet were digging into the mattress. When my head became dangerously close to the headboard, he released my wrists and cupped my head for safety.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You’re alright.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and locked my legs around his waist, and I knew the moment I latched onto him he was done for. His hips barreled deep into mine before all of his actions stilled, and his thick cock jumped with every pump of his orgasm that painted my body with his mark. I smiled into his skin and dragged my lips along the thickness of his shoulder, reveling in his strength and admiring his raw beauty.
He collapsed onto me, panting for air while he shook in the afterglow of his own orgasm, and all I could do was hold him close. I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt him slowly slide out from between my legs, but this time I didn’t feel the need to go clean myself up.
All I wanted to do was hold him.
“I love you, Colt.”
He lifted his head and pressed his lips into mine, and then I felt his telltale smile creep across his lips.
“I love you, too, Cheyenne,” he repeated.
“Are you glad I’m staying?” I asked.
“Is that really a question?”
“I suppose I just want to hear it,” I admitted.
He rolled me over with my legs straddling his hips while I felt him grow against the access between my thighs.
“Why don’t I just show you?” he said, grinning broadly.
Then he slid into me once again without a second thought.