T WAS AN impulse. All of my best decisions are on impulse. Some of my worst ones, too, but let’s not get side-tracked here. But this impulse told me loud and clear that I didn’t ever want to be without her. Not ever again.
Her eyes had a look of urgency, of desperation, as she wriggled her pants off. I took her face in my hands.
It felt like a prayer when I said, “Vesper.”
Her lip trembled. She had a hold of me. I was stiff, hard and pumped bigger than ever as she pulled me out. Her teeth pushed her bottom lip and her eyes widened. Her hands rolled over the thickness of my throbbing pole.
I kissed her, pulling her face to me as she dragged my cock to the heat of her dripping pussy. Her eyes bulged as the head pressed against her pussy lips. I stroked her neck and kissed her deeper.
I was afraid she wouldn’t be able to take me inside, that the stretch would be too wide, that it would hurt her too much. Her tongue pressed and rolled against mine as she pushed down on me. The arc of her eyebrows pushed higher.
Her mouth dropped open as her silken walls and folds took me deep inside. She sighed and the sigh grew into a moan.
I was over come by feeling what she was feeling, by wanting to be even closer.
“I love you, Vesper,” I said it without thinking. Without knowing. I wasn’t even expecting it. But as I heard it, I knew it was right.
A tiny diamond tear formed at the corner of her eye as she slapped my face, hard.
“Then fuck me, mountain man.” Her head tilted, “Fuck me.”
And she shouted as I drove fully into her. Her head lolled and thrashed. She tore at my shirt. Clawed me. Clenched and squeezed herself all around me, like every part of her wanted to press every part of me deep into her.
I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her. Hard. Harder. My face burrowed into the softness of her breasts and she yanked her clothes away. I pushed deeper, harder until her little tuft scraped down to my hilt. Until I felt the slap of my balls against the lovely rolling clench of her ass.
She dragged her nails through my hair and I rose in the seat. Her lips fastened on mine. She shouted into my throat. We beat and thrashed hard, her ass against my thighs, my hips into hers, and my long, thick, hard heft into her heaving, heavenly depths.
Her walls pulled and tugged around me, wet and needy. I hammered hard and high. I scraped up at the front. Reamed at the top of her opening. Tugged the base of her hot, hard clit. Jacked like a pile driver high, deep, hard, and fast as she moaned and sobbed.
When she wound herself around me, coiled and gripped me tight, like a rope around a capstan, I knew she was nearly there. I let go of all thought and let my body thrash and pummel her. Saw and knew nothing but her. Only her beautiful face. Her gorgeous, rippling flesh. Her wonderful cries and moans. And the ecstatic pulsing of her body, trembling to take everything I had.
She shouted. She beat on my shoulders. She bit and clawed. She pushed her hot wetness all the way down on me. I let go and my cock swelled, stiffened, lengthened and pulsed.
She ripped at my hair and her reddened chest shook. The muscles of her neck swelled as I exploded into her. Swollen rings ran from the base to the head as I fountained and splashed into her, bolts of steaming hot force.
Like a rain she sank into my arms and flowed over me. I stroked her hair, her shoulders. Kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. She hung onto me.
I felt her shake. I thought she was crying. From behind my neck, she said, “You huge bastard, mountain man.” She shook again. “I fucking love you.”
I hugged her closer. Kissed her under her ear and said, “I fucking love you, too, Vesper.”
With the strength of a rag doll she beat on my chest. “It’s a disaster.”
“Sure,” I told her. “But it’s wonderful. You worry too much.”
“My career,” she moaned.
“Your career is fine.”
“Not if I’m in a relationship with a criminal.”
“Maybe I can find some less crimey things to do.” She pulled back to look in my face. Her eyes drooped and her lips pouted. The words were slow, “Like what? Slight robberies? Borderline extortion?” I loved how her eyebrows twitched. “You just don’t get it, mountain man. A thing is either a crime or it’s not.”
The words ground in my chest, “The way I feel about you is a crime.”
Her mouth found mine. And it all started up again.
Still inside her, my cock thickened and straightened up. As it hardened and stretched her tight, she murmured, “God, you hurt so fucking good, mountain man.”
She did it all this time. She rose up along the length of me and dropped hard. Her hips rolled and pivoted. I felt her make the deepest scrape she could along the hard ridge. She rubbed the top of her opening against the head of my cock and her pelvis turned, poised before she slammed back onto my thighs.
It was so wonderful, I didn’t think I could hold out for long. “Slow down,” I said, “You feel too good. I’ll come too fast.”
She slapped my face. I was thinking she enjoyed that. “You come as fast as you fucking can, mountain man.” Then she slapped me again. “Always. As fast, as hard and as often as you can.”
Her slaps weren’t meant to be playful. They were meant seriously. But she had no strength in her arms now. It was like the flap of a cloth. So I showed her.
I slapped her ass. She yelled and her pussy started to twitch and convulse right away. She lost control and couldn’t co-ordinate her movements. So, after I slapped her again, I lifted her. Then dropped her. Hard into my lap. Her head shook.
Her neck stretched, her arms flailed and she shuddered all over. “God, you’re tearing me apart.” Her eyes were wild. “Fuck me, mountain man.”
Her thighs gripped hard against me. “I fucking love you, mountain man,” and she shuddered all over.
And I couldn’t hold back any more. With the softness of her breasts bouncing against my face I filled her as she yelled and squeezed and shook.