Sandy
She didn’t protest when he rolled her onto her back. Why protest what you wanted?
Everything was happening rather quickly, but at no point did it feel awkward or out of place. Even her unusual aggressiveness in pleasuring Palin had felt right by her.
When she’d asked him how to know if she could trust him, he’d told her bluntly that she couldn’t. There was no way she would ever truly know. Instead, she would have to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was that, she realized then, that she’d lost after having her house broken into.
Not the ability to trust, as she’d thought. That was still within her, because she trusted Palin. Was trusting him. No, what she’d done is close herself off to the idea that there were still good people out there. Instead of giving them her trust and waiting until they broke it, she’d demanded that others prove their trustworthiness to her.
That was just flat-out impossible. There was no way anyone could prove that to a degree she would find acceptable.
So it meant she was going to have to believe in someone else. She was going to have to believe in Palin.
“Everything okay in there?” he asked, kissing her cheek.
“What? Yeah, sorry,” she said with a laugh. “Just thinking over what you said, and how much it makes sense. I didn’t mean to get distracted. You can put your mouth back.” She took his head and guided it back to her chest to prove her point. “That feels good.”
He shook his head, a snort of laughter blasting hot air across her skin, making her shiver and bite her lower lip involuntarily. She couldn’t get over how hot he was. The firelight flickered across his back, drawing shadows between the various muscles that bulged and shifted as he worked his way slowly down her body. How the hell had she managed to score someone so hot?
You didn’t. He chose you, something for which you are perfectly okay wi—!!
While she’d been lost in her own mind again Palin had slipped between her legs, pushing them wide. Now his tongue began to work her core over, and if she’d thought his mouth felt good on her neck and nipples, that was nothing compared to what he was doing now.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, at a loss for anything better to say.
Strong hands wrapped around her thighs, holding her tight even as her body bucked uncontrollably each time he slid his tongue over her clit. Sandy had never before felt so out of control and yet so utterly turned on. She wasn’t tied down, but Palin’s arms kept her lower body so locked in place she may as well have.
The added arousal of knowing he had full control pushed her over the edge and she came hard, shuddering in his grip. Her hands twisted the blankets around, her back lifting slightly before collapsing back with a thunderous explosion of breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Pleasure rolled up her body in one continuous wave before settling in her head.
There was no time to enjoy it however, because Palin was still going, and she was well on her way to another climax. It was too soon, and she tried to protest, to tell him she needed a minute. But every time his tongue touched her she fell silent, until all that filled the room was her cries of wordless ecstasy mixed with the occasional breathless sigh of his name.
All at once he released one leg and slid a finger deep inside of her.
Sandy propped herself up on her elbows, eyes wide as the pressure between her legs built far swifter than she’d expected. Her orgasm arrived with thunderous force, and to her surprise she felt wetness pulse from her, much to Palin’s hungry delight. He stroked her just until she shuddered and lay back, and then he stopped, letting her enjoy being a puddle of boneless mass while he wiped his face clean.
“That was intense.”
“I liked it,” he rumbled, mounting her.
Sandy stared nervously. When she was sucking his cock she’d had a first-hand visual of just how large he was. Part of her wondered if it was all going to fit. Now that he was hard again, it seemed they were going to find out.
“Are you ready?” he asked, gripping his shaft in one hand and placing it against her opening, rubbing gently back and forth. Tantalizing her. Teasing her.
“I trust you,” she said, the words feeling appropriate for the moment.
Palin’s eyes blazed, vibrant and greener than she’d ever seen. They practically glowed in the dark as he gently pushed inside her for the first time. Was she imagining things, just seeing what she wanted to see, or was that actually happening?
There was a brief flare of pain as he entered her, but it was accompanied by the most delicious sensation of fullness that she couldn’t help but enjoy it. “More,” she begged, overwhelmed by the craving at her core. “Please.”
Palin ignored her cries, taking his time, allowing her walls to relax to take his considerable girth. She knew she could handle it now. That buoyed her with added confidence, but a part of her said she’d be happy in the morning that he didn’t just thrust in at once.
She lay back now, staring up at him with unashamed desire, unmasking her eyes to him just as she’d finally unmasked her body. He drank it all in, the passion in his eyes making her nipples hard and her insides pulse. He wanted her. Palin. All six foot five and 260 pounds of muscle. He wanted her, and he was thoroughly aroused as he took her.
Sandy wanted to say something, but the perfection of the moment stole her voice. Palin lowered himself onto his elbows, covering her completely, letting his hips do all the work. They stared at one another, watching every reaction. She saw his jaw tighten and his eyes threaten to close as he pushed deep inside her. They never closed, too focused on her own face, which she knew reflected her own happiness and pleasure.
The intimacy of the act wound itself around the physical pleasure, and Sandy felt yet another orgasm approach. Was every time with Palin going to be like this? Nonstop bliss and climax after climax? The thought that she could have this on the regular if she wanted was overwhelming, and yet enticing beyond anything she had dreamt of.
“Sandy,” he groaned into her ear. “I don’t know how much longer. Too tight,” he gasped, clearly fighting for control. “You’re too hot.”
She bit her lip, a mixture of laughter and pleased embarrassment rushing through her at his words. “Then don’t. Let go,” she whispered. “I want you to go harder, Palin. Fuck me hard.”
He stole a look at her face for confirmation, then propped himself up on his palms. The sight of his body stole her breath. His abs flexed and curved as he thrust faster with his hips. The massive pecs pulsed as they and his steely biceps held him over her.
Glancing down, she watched his cock slide in and out of her. Without thinking she pushed a hand between her legs and started to touch herself. Palin’s pupils grew wide as he watched, but the instant her fingers found her clit she didn’t notice anything but that and the feeling of him thrusting into her over and over and over…
He yelled her name as he swelled slightly. That was too much for her and Sandy cried out, her body writhing violently underneath him as they climaxed together, neither holding back. His hips crashed into hers and she curled in around herself, shaking as blissful agony rocketed out across her body, pounding her nerves into submission as she struggled for breath.
Warmth filled her body, her own mixed with Palin’s. He settled down on top of her as her blood slowed, keeping her warm against the chill. Beside them the fire settled down, the logs he’d added nearly burnt away.
Sandy stared at them in surprise. Had they really been in the lovers’ embrace for that long? It had seemed so…short. Not in a bad way—she couldn’t have taken much more—but not a lot of time had felt like it passed.
“That was incredible,” he murmured into her ear, kissing it softly. Aftershocks of pleasure trickled down her neck and she giggled, leaning into him, feeling safe and at ease in his arms.
This was something she could get used to.
“Palin,” she whispered a few moments later as the room dimmed, the fire fading.
“Yes?”
“You can take me to my bed now.”
She’d meant it as an offer, not a command, and hoped he would take it that way.
“Of course.” He withdrew, wrapping her up in a blanket and heading for the bedroom.
There he pulled back the plush duvet and lowered her into the covers with a gentleness that she still didn’t expect from someone his size. “Sleep tight,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.
Clearing her throat, she slipped over to the far side of the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked playfully, tapping the empty bed.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “There’s no fire in here. I need to stay warm. And…” she hesitated. “And I feel safe with you here.”
Palin got into bed next to her, lying on his side. “If you change your mind, you let me know and I’ll go back to the couch. I don’t want you to feel forced into this.”
“I know. I’m okay though, I promise. This…feels right.”
He brushed his lips against hers. “I know. I feel it too.”
She snuggled in close to him, enjoying the heat. For long moments they lay silent, neither one talking. There was nothing to say that hadn’t already been said.
Eyelids growing heavy, she smiled and kissed his chest.
“Thank you, Palin.”