~ Rhett

 

It was fucking freezing. Say what you want about Georgia’s intense summers, weather in the mountains was unpredictable. I assumed we’d be able to get in a quick climb before it turned, but mother nature decided otherwise. I could only thank God that the storm hadn’t started when we were halfway up the cliff.  Even though the climb wasn’t a dangerous one, the rain might have made it life-threatening.

Cece looked aptly miserable. We’d been in the cabin for about half an hour to find out that the oven’s gas supply was turned off. I hardly ever used this place except on long climbing trips, so that made sense. But it didn’t really help our situation. After ten minutes in the storm, I was gritting my teeth with the cold, and without the gas on in the cabin, I couldn’t see us getting warmer anytime soon.

Luckily, Eric, who looked in on the cabin for me every few weeks, had made sure to keep a stockpile of wood by the fireplace. “Sit tight.” I glanced at Cece who stood, shivering, in the kitchenette.

It had been quite the trial to behave myself as I was helping her down the cliff face. The temptation to grab a handful of the ass sliding so decadently against me was nearly unbearable, but, somehow, I managed. I suppose the prospect of plummeting to our deaths if I chose to fondle Cece instead of making sure she had a hold on the slick rock provided more than a little motivation.

But where was that motivation now? There was no one but us around for miles, and her wet clothes clung to her body so decadently it was all I could do to keep from salivating. I could see the scalloped edges of the lace bra she was wearing beneath her t-shirt - the pert outlines of her nipples, peaked from the cold. Despite the frigid air, I felt my body responding, and moved quickly to start the fire.

“I’ll get a fire going. There’s a bathroom over there,” I indicated the far corner of the cabin. “They might be a bit musty, but there should be some clothes in there you can wear while yours dry out.” I did my utmost best not to imagine Cece peeling wet fabric from those sensuous curves of hers. It certainly wasn’t going to help my current predicament.

“R-right.” She was so cold, her lips were a light shade of purple. I would have given anything to close the distance between us and pull her into my arms - but that was a no-no. If I wanted to win Cece over, I would have to do it on her terms...which meant I had to get her to talk to me.

She toed off her sneakers, leaving them by the door before hurrying to the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could see what I could do about convincing my cock to stand down before she got back. I found a lighter in a drawer in the kitchen and plenty of old newspaper to use as kindling. Within ten minutes, I had a pretty decent fire going.

Talk about fragile senses of masculinity all you want, but there was something pretty damned fulfilling about making your own way in nature. One of the things I always marveled at was how easy it was to flick a light switch on in the mansion compared to starting a blaze out in the wilderness. Little things like that served as a reminder to me of just how far I’d come. Once, the bare minimum was my only option. Now, I could choose whether I wanted to slum it, or be served cherries off a golden platter.

It was all about perspective.

Though the storm didn’t seem to be letting up outside, the interior of the cabin was slowly warming. I pulled the sofa close to the fireplace after casting the dust cloth aside before sticking my hands out to warm them. Good old-fashioned fire always did the trick.

“Conquered the stone age, have we?” I chuckled at Cece’s wry comment from behind me, turning with a witty retort on the top of my tongue.

And then, I forgot how to speak entirely.

I was never sure what clothing I left in the cabin, but it was apparent there hadn’t been any pants or long johns. All Cece wore was a long, faded flannel shirt of mine buttoned to her neck and stopping abruptly in the middle of her glorious thighs. The shirt was so big on her that she’d rolled up the sleeves just to expose her hands, and her wet hair was pinned atop her head in a haphazard knot. She was, by far, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“I... yeah.” I finally finished lamely. Despite the fact that I was still chilled, my cock didn’t seem to be paying attention to the temperature in my extremities. “You should probably come over here and warm up.” It was an idiotic line - on a level of teenage desperation. But that was just what Cece did to me. When I was around her, all at once, I was an impulsive child again - following her around like a puppy when Jeb wasn’t looking.

Cece eyed me warily for a moment before coming around the edge of the sofa to sink down on it. As the fire’s warmth enveloped her, painting her face in a warm, rosy glow, she sighed. When she leaned forward, extending her hands to warm them, the shirt she wore hiked even further up her thighs and I almost had a heart attack.

“Are there any more dry clothes in the bathroom?” I had to clear my throat so I could get the words out, shifting to make sure my erection wasn’t obvious.

“There were some sweatpants, but they were way too big for me.” Cece glanced over at me for a moment, her cheeks reddening, before she went back to warming her hands. It was clear she was far from unaffected by my nearness, and it was enough to make me want to take advantage of her. Wicked advantage, for hours upon hours on end.

Instead, I merely fled to the bathroom to change into the sweatpants. Staring into the small mirror, I ran a hand through my dark blonde hair, assessing my reflection. I could do this. It was just a couple of hours alone with her. In a cabin, miles from anyone who might hear the way I could make her scream my name.

“Fuck.” I spat the epithet under my breath, my hands fisting around the cold porcelain of the sink. This was doing absolutely nothing for my erection, and considering that I’d shed my underwear with my drenched jeans, now was the absolute worst time to try and hide the tent my dick had pitched.

I could be a gentleman. I could go out there and talk to Cece - like we used to talk before there was romance involved in our relationship. I’d just have to pretend she wasn’t sitting there in just my shirt...not wondering what she might have on underneath it.

Goddamn, I needed a drink.

The moment I left the bathroom I made a beeline for the kitchen cabinet, withdrawing the bottle of Jameson I kept squirreled away. I rinsed out two mason jar glasses before filling each of them about a quarter full. When I offered Cece one of them, she arched a brow. “It’ll help warm us up.”

And hopefully stave off my craving for her.

For a while, we merely sipped our whiskey in silence as we listened to the storm rage outside. Call me sentimental, but it was pretty cozy with the fire roaring, sitting beside a gorgeous woman. A gorgeous woman, who, I realized, hadn’t answered the question I asked her up on the cliff.

Before the downpour started, I asked Cece if she’d thought about us over the years, and what might have been, and she hadn’t answered. As my next sip of whiskey burned down my throat, I glanced over at her. I wasn’t yet drunk enough to make any stupid decisions, but that wasn’t going to stop me from pressing the subject.

“You know, you didn’t answer me.”

Cece’s head jerked up, her beautiful honey eyes locking with mine in alarm. “Didn’t answer what?”

She knew exactly what I was talking about, but I didn’t mind playing along. “On the cliff. I asked if you’d ever thought about us.”

I didn’t want her drunk when she answered. I hoped she might tell me the truth sober...and I hoped the truth was what I wanted to hear.

Cece opened her mouth and hesitated, her lips slightly parted. It took everything I had not to lean forward and kiss those lips. To claim them for my own. She raised her glass in both hands, taking a long swallow of whiskey, before she finally answered.

“...I did. Yes. A while ago...I mean, you always wonder about what might have been, right? That’s nothing out of the ordinary. We were kids back then...everything was simpler, so yeah, sometimes I wondered what might have happened if you stayed.” She took another sip of whiskey before exhaling a long breath. “Jeb probably would have thrown a fit and tried to keep us apart - continued to make everything hard. And you would have been miserable in a Georgia school.” A small smile touched the edges of her mouth. “You were always meant for greater things. I knew that. It just wasn’t meant to be.” She set her empty glass aside to search my face, her gaze warm. “And look at you now.”

Cece’s eyes moved over my features slowly. What exactly she was looking for I wasn’t sure, but the admiration on her face...there was genuine pride there. Despite the fact that the mansion hadn’t impressed her and she’d gone on and on about how I changed for the worse, there was a part of her, however small, that was proud of me.

The realization was enough to make my heart fill in a way I’d never known it could.

I reached for Cece’s hand, only to have her start when she realized how close we were. Immediately, she reached for her glass, rising from the couch as she looked away. “I’m going to get some more whiskey. Where’d you put the bottle?”

Hell no. I wasn’t letting her get off that easy. Not again.

In a smooth motion, I plucked the glass from her hand to set it on a nearby table before tugging her back down - and into my lap. The affect she had on me was immediately, painfully obvious. Before she could say a word in protest, however, my mouth found hers...and everything else ceased to exist.

God, she was perfect. Cecily Warner tasted like the sun, rain, and intoxicating sweetness. All it took was a brief brush of my mouth over hers and I already wanted more.  I expected she might shove out of my arms the minute I kissed her, or even slap me. That was the fiery Cece I knew. When she merely melted into my arms like she’d come home, I thought that, just maybe, we had fallen off that cliff and died.

And this was heaven.

I raised a hand to thread through her damp hair, loosening the knot atop her head so the dark strands fell down around her shoulders. Her lips were soft - agonizingly soft, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tug at the lower one with my teeth. I was rewarded with a surprisingly full-bodied moan for my efforts and my arms wound around her waist in response.

Dear God, she wasn’t wearing anything under that shirt. As the flannel pulled taut against her curves, I could feel nothing but soft, smooth skin underneath.

I wanted to touch her anywhere. Everywhere. But most of all, I wanted to keep on kissing her. When Cece’s tongue slid against mine, I could barely remember almost freezing my ass off. Between the two of us, there was enough heat to burn the cabin to the ground. I pulled her tighter against me, my hand sliding along the bare, smooth skin of her thigh. Dear God, she smelled amazing, and every bold movement of her mouth against mine fed the raging erection between us.

When my hand curled around Cece’s thigh to adjust her so she was straddling my lap, her shirt hiked high - coming mere inches from exposing her entire lower half. Unfortunately, I was too absorbed in kissing her senseless to notice much more than the soft breathiness of her moans as I nibbled on her mouth.

Of course, we had never kissed like this as kids. We hadn’t even known how to kiss - just pressed our mouths together to acknowledge that we cared about one another. This was something far beyond that -chemistry that had only been hinted at when we were both in the throes of puberty. Cece’s hands came up to cup my face and draw me even closer as she deepened the kiss, and a groan tore up from my throat.

Fuck.

I’d never wanted a woman so badly, so quickly, in my entire fucking existence.

I reached for the buttons of her shirt, desperate to have her naked and under me, only to have Cecily pull back and stop me, her hands curling around my own. She met my gaze with an expression not unlike a deer in headlights, her cheeks flushed, lips still swollen from my kiss. “Rhett...I... I’m sorry, we have to stop. I can’t do this.”

Somehow, I very seriously doubted that. Cece had no idea what she could do - or what I could make her do, for that matter. That said, I wasn’t a complete animal. This was Cecily we were talking about. The woman I’d promised to behave myself with.

So much for that attempt. “Can’t we?” I tried for light-hearted, freeing one of my hands to cup her chin, stroking over her jaw with my thumb longingly. She’d never looked more gorgeous than she had in that moment - even with hesitation in her eyes.

“No, we can’t.” She repeated, her voice surprisingly firm. For all that determination, however, her face was surprisingly red. I arched a brow, refusing to relinquish her remaining hand as she tried to escape.

“Cece, come on. Talk to me. You can’t always just run away.”

“Rhett, you don’t want to talk. You just want to-” She glared at me accusingly. Call me an asshole, but she was right. At least, she was half-right. When I pulled Cece back into my arms, molding my mouth to hers again, I wasn’t thinking too much about stimulating conversation. At least, not the type she might be open to. Cece was more than enough to make a man abandon reason for his baser instincts, and the temptation to do just that was overwhelming.

She kept telling me no. Kept making excuses. The moment I kissed her, all that disappeared. She stiffened in my arms for the barest moment before her hands came around the back of my neck to curl against my nape almost helplessly. I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips, begging entrance, and I was admitted almost immediately.

She wanted this just as badly as I did...so, why was she fighting it so hard?

Inhaling her scent greedily, I dropped my mouth to her neck to kiss and nip a hungry path down to the hollow of her throat. There, she tasted like pure rainwater and heat. I wanted - no, needed to devour her. The moment my hand cupped the warm weight of her breast, however, she stopped me again. This time, when she withdrew, the indecision in her eyes was even more apparent.  “Rhett, please. I can’t-”

“Why? Tell me why.” We were two consenting adults, and there was no one around the judge us. I wasn’t asking her to marry me. I just wanted to give into what we both needed.  I wasn’t a stranger, and I certainly wasn’t going to take her to bed and then dump her somewhere after the deed was done. I couldn’t do that to Cece and I hoped to God she thought better of me.

“I... Rhett, it’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“I do.” I refused to let her change the subject. “Talk to me. I just want to make you feel good.” When I drew a finger over the curve of her breast, her nipple peaked beneath the flannel fabric and a shuddering sigh escaped her. “Nothing else.”

It was probably the biggest lie I’d ever told, but that hardly needed to be addressed at that particular moment.  Cece gazed down at me, her eyes large, before unexpectedly burying her face in my shoulder in obvious embarrassment. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to tell you. You’ll just laugh at me.”

I was caught completely off guard. Considering my current state of mind and the gigantic erection all but begging to be released, I didn’t think I was capable of laughing. 

“I won’t.” I murmured against the top of her head, stroking slowly through the silky strands. “Tell me.” I pressed a lingering kiss against her brow for good measure, doing all I could to stay my raging libido. It was, however, a bit easier than I had imagined. Part of me was genuinely curious about what made a woman as gorgeous as Cecily so insecure.

“I can’t...I don’t want this to end like it always does for me. And I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“What are you talking about?” I nibbled on her earlobe hungrily. “You could never disappoint me, Cece. I’ve wanted you since before I even knew what wanting was.”

Her returning laugh was so hollow it made me frown. “Rhett, I can’t...get off. I mean...men can’t get me off, and I’m not that great with myself so...it usually just ends disastrously for me.” As she spoke, her head remained where it was, as if the thought of actually looking me in the eye when she spoke terrified her. “So, I tend to just avoid it.”

“Avoid sex?” I inquired lowly, my tone carefully neutral. I didn’t want her to interpret my disbelief as any shortcoming on her part, but it was fairly safe to say she could have hit me with a sledgehammer and I might have been less shocked. 

Cece squirmed in my lap, as if the very mention made her desperately uncomfortable. “I’m just not good at it.”

As a businessman, I couldn’t count the number of times I had to put my personal feelings aside to do what I thought was right. Now, I found it impossible to dispel the rage and disbelief that rolled over me. What monumental assholes must Cece have been with if she believed she was bad at sex? Beyond that, what idiot took a woman into his bed without seeing to her pleasure? In that moment, I wanted to personally clobber each and every dipshit who had chipped away at her self-confidence. Cecily was a woman that deserved nothing less than to be worshipped.

“Cece, look at me.” At my soft demand, she merely shook her head, burrowing further into my shoulder. I frowned, cupping her chin to direct her face upwards. Her cheeks burned with discomfort, and she still refused to meet my gaze.  “Look at me.” A bit of extra steel in my voice was all it took for her eyes to finally lock with mine. “I don’t know who the hell you’ve been talking to, or who you’ve been with - and quite frankly, I don’t care. If you let me, I promise I will make you feel so damned amazing that you’ll forget whatever you think you know about your body.”

Her eyes spoke before she did. The heat that suddenly flared was enough to make my already hard cock pulse against the rough material of the sweatpants I wore. 

When I lowered my mouth to kiss her again, this time, she didn’t pull away. She let me taste her - indulgent and slow - pressing the softness of her intoxicating curves against me. In many ways, the weather was the foulest luck, but, at that moment, I couldn’t really say I was sorry for it. My hands crept beneath the shirt she wore, moving up the bare, warm skin of her back as I nipped first at the curve of her jaw, then the decadent, slender line of her neck. A soft moan escaped her as her fingers sank into my hair, running deliciously over my scalp.

She was so damned responsive. When I dipped my tongue into the hollow of her throat, she shuddered. When I sucked at a particularly sensitive spot just beneath the petite curve of her ear, her fingers tightened in my hair. When I finally raised my hands to undo the line of buttons leading downward from her breastbone, she let me.

It was like being a kid at Christmas - better even. All my Christmases had been remarkably shitty before I left home, so I might never have imagined something as amazing as being able to unwrap Cecily like this. As I had suspected, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the flannel. Every button I undid revealed more and more of her smooth, tanned skin, until I was eventually met with the sight of her full breasts, topped with ripe, strawberry colored nipples.

I stopped, staring unabashedly - right up until Cecily raised her hands to cover her lightly freckled chest subconsciously. “Don’t you dare…” I growled lowly, tugging her fingers away. “Let me look. Let me taste…” I lowered my mouth to brush my mouth across her shoulder before marking a hungry path downward towards the swell of her bosom.

I teased her, scraping my teeth over the soft undersides of her breasts before sucking at them softly. Cecily shuddered, her hands curling into my shoulder as her hips pressed down against the jut of my erection eagerly. She parted her thighs unabashedly to grind against my thigh in an unbridled display of passion that took my breath away.

And almost distracted me from the task at hand.

When I took one straining nipple between my teeth to nip and suckle greedily, a soft cry escaped her. I couldn’t help the moan that rumbled from me in response. I had barely touched her and she was already writhing against me like she was halfway to orgasm.

Was she? Thanks to the idiots in her past, she probably had no idea. But I had no problem testing her limits.

My thumbs rubbed over the stark lines of her hipbones in encouragement, guiding each slow, gratuitous slide of her body against mine. When I drew on her nipple - long, eager tugs of my lips and teeth designed to undo her - she grasped at me desperately.

Despite the fact that we’d very recently almost frozen, there was now a thin sheen of sweat covering her skin. One that I had put there.

I needed more.

I switched to her opposite nipple, biting hard enough to send a zing of pain-in-pleasure singing through her nerve endings and she arched against me in a silent plea for more.

She liked that, did she? I cupped her breasts to bring them each to my mouth in turn. My tongue laved one in lazy kisses while my teeth tortured the other, and it wasn’t long before Cecily was all but yanking at my hair desperately. “Rhett…” She moaned huskily - the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. “Please, Rhett….”

With extreme reluctance, I relinquished her breasts to cup her face, kissing her with a raw hunger that had our tongues and teeth scraping against one another.  “Please what?” I demanded lowly against her mouth. “Tell me what you want, Cece.”

She whimpered lowly, pressing her breasts flush against my bare chest so my cock jumped against her belly. “Make me come…” She breathed against my mouth softly - half-adorably shy, half-pleading. “Please make me feel good.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

I lifted her from my lap to set her on the couch briefly before tossing all the cushions onto the floor before the fireplace. While I might have gladly feasted on the sight of her with her hair mussed, bare breasts heaving, instead, I scooped her off the couch to lay her down among the cushions. The firelight bathed her bare skin in an almost ethereal glow, and I couldn’t help but mourn for all the years I spent robbed of the vision that was Cecily’s half-naked form.

Reaching down, I undid the rest of her buttons, laying her completely bare before me. I sucked in a breath, not sure where I wanted to touch her first. Those marvelous, sweet tits? The flat expanse of her stomach? Or maybe the those long, long legs.

Of course, my cock was overly occupied with what was between, and I had to clear my head enough to mentally beat it into submission. That said, the glistening folds at the crux of Cecily’s legs hardly deserved to be neglected.

Running a hand down her stomach, I paused just above the silken, wet seam of her pussy, rubbing my thumb across the bead of her clit in the barest whisper of her caress. Cecily’s head fell back against the pillows and a long, low moan escaped her.

My patience evaporated.

I caught her next moan against her mouth as my tongue tangled with hers. She was so goddamned wet there was barely any resistance when two fingers slid into her.  Immediately, her thighs clamped shut around my hand as her hips bucked against my hand greedily. She was so goddamned tight that every movement she made pitched a breathless moan against my mouth.

I took a taut nipple between my teeth to tug as I stroked her from the inside out and felt her inner muscles quiver. “Rhett…” Her fingers curled into my shoulder, one dragging down to create shallow furrows I’d wear with pride. “God…”

I wondered if any other man had made her feel this good - surely, if he had, she wouldn’t feel the way she did about her body.

Each one of Cece’s gasping whimpers was enough to remind me that, while toying with her was delicious, the endgame was to prove her wrong - to feel her come undone beneath me. To that end, I kissed my way over the quivering muscles of her stomach as I slipped my fingers from her to lick them clean.

I raised my gaze to meet hers, savoring her taste - wondering if it was possible to live between her thighs, bathed by the warmth of the fire. When I pressed my mouth against her ravenously, Cece gasped, immediately trying to wiggle away. No way I was letting that happen. My grip on her hips turned to iron as I pinned her into place against the cushions.

And then I feasted.

There was something carnal, intoxicating and unbelievably sexy about bringing a woman off with my mouth. Feeling the way her body hitched and having her beg me for more and mercy all at once. Cecily, of course, was far more reserved - at least at first. She bit her lip against the sounds that threatened to escape her. Her toes curled and she grasped desperately at my hair and shoulders as my tongue flickered over the tight bead of her clit.

She was sweet - all but dripping against my lips, and I wanted nothing more than to drink her in until she didn’t remember her own name.

It didn’t take long.

When I cupped her ass in both hands, bringing her more firmly against my mouth, she moaned my name. A few slow, sucking pulls at the most sensitive parts of her and she was thrashing, her hands firm atop mine as her hips arched into my ministrations. When I slipped my tongue inside her, she shrieked, her back bowing. I slid one hand around to cover her clit with my thumb, rubbing in rapid little circles as my tongue simulated what my cock desperately wanted and I felt her straining against me - right on the edge of a steep, inviting precipice.

She hovered there, suspended, and I could feel the tension in her muscles as she fought her own sensibility. Her hang-ups prevented her from giving herself over. She couldn’t completely relax as long as she believed the bullshit incompetent partners had fed her. “Let go, honey.” I whispered huskily against the slick, decadent folds of her sex. “Give it to me. Let me taste you.”

“Oh God, Rhett…” Her voice trembled as her fingers tangled tightly in my hair. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please don’t stop…”

She hardly had to beg. You couldn’t have stopped me if the building had collapsed at that very moment. Deftly, I slid two fingers into her clenching passage and curled them upwards to find the spot I knew would make her mine. When I found it, I rubbed in tight circles as I sucked powerfully - hungrily - at her clit.

She came apart instantly.

With a loud cry, Cece arched from the cushions, her fingers almost painfully tight against my scalp as her body bowed and she trembled powerfully. I slowed the intensity of my mouth against her to watch the way she reacted - how her eyes slid shut and her mouth parted in a wide, desirous O of shock, disbelief and pleasure.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

For a good ten seconds, she was consumed by her orgasm, her body straining tautly in the firelight until she finally went limp. The only sound above the storm outside was her harried breathing as she clenched and unclenched her fingers in my hair, almost catlike. “Oh God…” The words left her on a reverent whisper that stroked my male pride gratuitously. “Oh God.”

I placed a feather soft kiss against her lower folds, making her jump, before beginning to work my way upward back over her sternum. Her stomach muscles were tense - taut as her body slowly cooled - and I drew my mouth across them, back and forth, until Cece finally relaxed. By the time I shifted to loom over her and stare down at her face, she was looking up at me, her eyes half-lidded, expression so profoundly satisfied that my cock pulsed painfully. “You ok, sweetheart?” I kissed her brow, her nose, and then, finally, her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.

“Mmm. Rhett...that…” She couldn’t seem to find the word and I couldn’t help the way my lips quirked in a strange mixture of amusement and affection. “...You’re really good at that.”

I chuckled darkly. “Oh honey, we’re just getting started.”

When I lifted her into my arms, she made a low sound of surprise as I carried her over to the bed. By now, the combined heat from the fire and our bodies had more than warmed us through, and I groaned when Cece lowered her head to lap at the salty sheen of sweat on my shoulder. “Stop that. You’re not distracting me from my goal.” I tossed her onto the bed before quickly mounting it and her, pinning her wrists on either side of her head.

“But you already met your goal.” Her reply came on a breathless moan as my tongue flicked at her nipple.

“Not even.” I growled lowly against her skin, nipping at her ribcage as my thighs nestled between hers. They were still weak from the powerful orgasm she’d experienced, so, when I parted them, there was little resistance. “I could never be selfish enough to stop at one.”

Her hazel eyes blew wide as she opened her mouth to protest. Unfortunately, whatever she might have said was drowned out by a low moan as I pressed the aching ridge of my erection against the slickness between her legs.  By now, my sweatpants were covered in her leavings, and a perverse part of me wanted to frame them as a reminder that I had been the one to give her this pleasure.

Cece raised her head to press her mouth against mine, muffling her soft whimper of need as she struggled to free her wrists. I was reluctant to let her go. If her hands started roving, I couldn’t guarantee my composure would last for very long. While there was no part of me that was against her touching me, I’d have to save the indulgence for next time. This time was all about her.

When her teeth tugged at my lower lip, however, a low groan escaped me. It seemed that after a single orgasm, Cece had regained the wherewithal to give as good as she got. Her hungry mouth trailed over my jaw and down my neck to bite at the juncture of my shoulder and a low, shuddering groan escaped me. I released her hands reflexively and they immediately rose to my shoulders to grip tightly as she arched against me.

She was so close. So close that all it would take was a little aggressive grinding and I’d be all but inside her.

When her fingers curled around waistband of my sweatpants, my breath caught. “Cece-”

“Rhett, I need you.”

She had no idea what that voice of hers did to me. The prim, proper and distant Cecily Warner was gone and in her place was a gorgeous, sensual creature of need. Younger Rhett could never, even in his wildest dreams, have imagined this. Hell, even adult Rhett was salivating...reaching the end of his rope. “Cece, I want-”

“I want you.” Her breathless demand was almost enough to end it for me. I swallowed thickly, one of my hands threading through her hair. “Please, Rhett. I need you. Now.”

Fuck.

I might regret it later, but in that moment, I had no choice but to comply. Those large hazel eyes were so entreating, so goddamned lost that she turned my wherewithal to absolute mush. Within seconds, my hands were curling over hers, yanking my sweatpants down to toss onto the floor.

My cock sprang eagerly upward against my belly, and that contact alone was enough to make my thighs tighten as I tried to regain my composure. Cece was going to be the death of me - this I knew. I had always known.

She was so slick between the thighs that I was tempted to linger there and taste her again - but before I could, Cece’s lithe fingers wrapped around my throbbing erection and I bit back an unadulterated moan of sublime pleasure. Dear God, it felt better than I had ever dreamed. She squeezed, stroking once over the length of my cock in a long, languid motion that stole my breath - and that was about all I could take.

I yanked her hand away with a low curse. “Next time, honey.” The promise came out a low growl as I settled between her thighs a moment before sliding home into her hot, heavenly tightness. 

Almost immediately, Cece’s long legs came around my waist as her head fell back against the pillow as a low, drawn out sound of pleasure fell from her lips. She shuddered and I felt her toes curl at the small of my back as her inner muscles clenched around me.

It took every iota of self-control I had not to come right then and there.  She felt like nirvana around me and the urge to simply plow into her was so powerful it almost overwhelmed me. I pressed my face against the softness of her neck, biting down firmly as I came back to myself. Cecily uttered not a word of complaint, only holding me more tightly.

When I pressed even deeper inside her, she cried out, arching her hips against mine - and just like that, something inside me snapped.

I hadn’t planned to be so rough - I wanted to make things slow and sensual for her. To have her come another handful of times before everything was said and done. But I wasn’t a saint - even I had my limits. I withdrew slightly before slamming back into Cece’s plaint form and her fingers scrabbled at my shoulders for purchase as she moaned my name.

The rhythm I set was mindless, fucking her slow and deep, then alternating to frenzied, shallow strokes that had her keening for mercy. She came apart around me relatively quickly, clamping down like a vice as she gasped, her entire body trembling.

I had never seen a woman swept away by an orgasm as completely as Cecily. She was utterly lost in her pleasure, her eyelids fluttering shut as her pleasure stole her away from the corporeal world. Her muscles strained, her lips parted and she was, without a doubt, the most breathtaking creature in all existence.

I managed to slow, my rhythm going almost lethargic as I watched her come down from her high. I was pretty sure I was going to become addicted to the feel of Cece coming on my cock - once would never ever be enough.

So, I started again. When I pressed my hips against hers, cleaving deeper among her still spasming muscles, she groaned my name, clutching me against her as if we were the only two people that existed. I pressed my mouth to hers drinking in her breathless sighs and moans, wanting to be inside her until I forgot where I ended and she began.

If only that was the way the fucking world worked.

Her hands were everywhere - my shoulders, my back - through my hair and cupping my face. I let those hands ground me as I worked myself into her over and over - until her breath was hitching and I felt her body tense in anticipation of another orgasm. This time, when the heated, inviting muscles inside her begin to tighten, I couldn’t hold out.

I got in maybe four or five more jarring, aggressive thrusts before I was coming harder than I ever had in my life. The searing pleasure was enough to steal my breath and all I could do was shout Cecily’s name into the overheated interior of the cabin before my weight bore down on her and we both sagged to the mattress, utterly spent.

I was pretty sure that if the apocalypse had come in that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to move a muscle. It wouldn’t have been the worst way to go, really - wrapped in the embrace of a woman who had haunted your memories for the better part of your life, lost in the nirvana that was her body against yours.

Christ, just being near Cece had turned me into a bleeding heart romantic. Who knew what might happen in a few weeks.

Slowly, our bodies cooled. I gradually came back to the real world to the sound of Cece’s even breathing against my shoulder. It took me a minute to regain my senses, but once I did, I realized that I must be crushing her. I shifted, making to roll from her smaller form, only to have her clutch me closer to her.

“Wait.” Her plea came out on a low whisper. “Just a minute longer.”

I could hardly deny her that.

I did my best to make her comfortable, putting my weight on my elbows as I lowered my head to kiss up and down the damp length of her neck. Outside, the storm still raged, unmoved by our shenanigans inside the cabin. I don’t think I’d ever been more grateful for a sour turn of the weather.

If it were up to me, the damned storm would last a week - perhaps that might be enough for me to get my fill of Cecily.

Slowly, I raised my head to look down at her. Her lashes lay, dark and full, against her flushed cheeks, and her mouth was still swollen from my kisses. If it weren’t for her still-slightly-labored breathing, she might have been asleep.

I gave her her first orgasms. Not some random guy she met in college, an ex-boyfriend or a one-night stand. Me. You’d think that might be enough to satisfy me. Instead, I could already feel my body rousing for a second round.

Cecily - my Cece - had never had an orgasm until today…. I could only wonder what else she had never done….and what I might teach her.