I listened to her all the way down the hallway until I heard the bedroom door shut. Her words rolled over in my mind. Had she been flirting? In the two days that she had been here, she had been rather closed off, always holding her body stiffly. Tonight was the first time I’d seen her truly relax around me. Maybe it had been the alcohol. Whatever it had been, I decided that I liked it. I also liked knowing that I’d affected her because she sure as hell had affected me.

I picked up her empty beer bottle and walked it back into the kitchen. I tossed them into the sink before I made my way to my room, and all the while Melanie’s body was on my mind. She was petite, but curvy in all the right places. My hands itched to grab her hips, to be filled with her large breasts. I groaned as my cock sprang to life. It had been way too long since I’d had a woman.

I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight unless I did something about it.

Walking into my room, I shut the door silently behind me. I pulled my pants off, sighing as my dick stood at attention. The tip of my cock was already leaking as my mind’s eyes stayed focused on Melanie’s lips, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my dick. She was such a paradox: both vulnerable and fierce.

My cock throbbed just thinking about it.

The way she curled her lips around the edge of the coffee mug this morning had riled me up, but the way she drank from her beer had burned me to my core. With every suck she took from the bottle, her lips grew into this luscious little pout. I laid down on the bed and wrapped my hand around my massive girth, and I allowed her body to overtake my senses.

I closed my eyes and started tearing her clothes off. I saw her beautiful, unharnessed tits bouncing for me. Her pebbled peaks shining in the dim lighting of the room as my hands massaged them, and I worked the precum I was leaking all around my cock before I squeezed my base.

Digging my heels into the mattress, I thought about her pussy. Trapped between those thick thighs and begging for attention, I imagined what it would be like to lap her up. I imagined what she would taste like, a combination of salt and sugary lust as my tongue lapped at her clit. I imagined her squeezing those juicy thighs around my cheeks as her small hands curled into the tendrils of my hair. I felt her pulling me deeper while I thrust harder into my hand, my teeth biting down on my lower lip to keep from groaning her name.

I wanted her to taste my cock. To wrap those plump little lips around my girth and choke herself on it. I wanted to wipe away the tears that ran down her cheek as she tried her best to bring me to ecstasy. I wanted to watch her work for me as her hands wrapped around my thighs. I could feel her fingernails digging into the meat of my ass as I fucked her little throat, watching it expand with my cock.

I felt my balls curling up into my body as my mind ran away from me.

I imagined how soft her skin would be. How it would flush red as I pounded into her sweet little pussy. I could feel her juices dripping down my shaft as I splattered them against her skin. I could feel her breathing into the crook of my neck as her hands clawed at the muscles of my back. I could taste her, our sweet tongues battling for dominance as her tits jumped against my skin and her body lurched with my thrusting.

“Shit. Fuck. Oh—hell, yes.”

I groaned out into the room as I felt my cum shooting from the tip of my cock.

I let out a huge sigh before I reached for a towel on my nightstand.

This woman had captivated me in ways I didn’t think possible and, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to fall for her. As nice as it sounded in my own mind, I knew I had to think about the kids first now. Sure, Melanie was great with them, but when the snow cleared and she could leave, would she want to come back?

I tossed the towel to the floor before I buried myself beneath the covers. Images of Melanie danced behind my eyes all night and, when I woke up I could’ve sworn she was next to me. I even reached out, just to check, as the clock flashed 4:53 AM.

I wasn’t sure why I was so disappointed at the fact that I was alone.