Everly

As I straddle him, I’m not at all nervous, mostly because my pussy is so wet and needy that all I want in the world is for him to release whatever he has done to me.

Taking him in my mouth and sucking him off turned me on so completely that all I want is to do it again, to taste him, to have his come coat me.

I thought I’d be able to do that again, as we sixty-nined, but I can’t, because whatever he’s doing to my clit is making me lose all control.

“Oh, Silas,” I moan, unable to put his thick shaft in my mouth. I keep writhing on top of him.

I’m basically sitting on him and my pussy is over his mouth, and he seems to know exactly how to tongue me until I’m drunk with desire.

I lean over him, my tits pressed against his cock, as he licks my slit up and down, then he presses a finger in me and flicks against my clit so nice and hard that I literally gasp. “Oh, my God, oh, God….” And then I fall flat on his cock, unable to do anything but groan as he bangs me deeper and deeper, pressing another finger in my tight pussy until I feel like I’ll explode.

“You taste so good, baby,” he says, kissing my folds with his scratchy beard, and the mixture of his rough fingering with his soft kisses causes an orgasmic ripple to wash over me. “You’re pouring out all over me, girl,” he says, not letting up for a second.

He’s banging me so hard, so good, that when he smacks my ass and tells me to turn around I obey without a single thought in my brain. All I’m focused on is the toe-curling finger fuck I’ve just had.

He eases me onto his lap, and the next thing I know my slick thighs are grinding against him as I sink onto his hard cock.

“Ohhhh, Silas,” I pant, my hands clawing at his chest. I bite my lips, unable to even scream properly. The way his cock hits me so deep inside makes me fall back, and then steadily swivel my hips. My body seems to know exactly what to do.

“That’s it, girl,” Silas tells me, his hands running over my tits, circling my nipples. “Ride me just like that.”

“You feel so good, baby,” I moan. “Ohhh.” I run my hands over his chest, our bodies coated in sweat, my pussy pounding in pleasure and my eyes on his.

“You are everything, Everly.” He grunts as he comes in me, shooting his manhood into my core. And I come, too, overwhelmed with the intensity of connection.

I collapse on him, his arms tight around me, my fingers running through his hair as I close my eyes. Inhaling his sweat and his strength, I’m enveloped by him.

I can’t imagine letting him go.

* * *

Later, after we wake up from our nap on the middle of the lake, we bring the boat back to shore. Grabbing jackets from the cabin, Silas tells me he’s taking me on a drive.

He leads me to an ATV parked in the woods, and tells me to get on.

I settle behind him and he revs the engine. He drives us over a dirt road, and a canopy of pine trees cover us. He points out that Travis lives down the dirt path in the other direction.

“Do you hang out with him?” I ask.

“Hang out? Don’t know about that. He’s a good guy, but not much more to me.”

“Does he need a wife?”

“Maybe, but he likes Anchorage. Always heads there when he has a chance. Can’t imagine him settling down with a woman.”

I smile, holding tight to Silas, liking the idea that he has no more wild oats to sow. Liking the idea that I’m enough for him.

“So where are we going?” I ask, as we cross a dirt road.

“We’re in the Denali National Forest now; we’re driving up to Black Diamond Peak.”

“So you live right outside the forest?”

“Yeah, the stretch of land my cabin is on may look like any piece of woods to you, but the property is rare. To have a cabin on the lake with such easy access to the park? I’m lucky to have it.”

It’s a beautiful ride, and we stop a few times so Silas can point out vistas. He knows the land well.

“You can’t hunt here, though, can you?”

“No, I stay off the park for that, but I don’t need it anyway. I have a hundred acres to hunt on, and the lake is mine.”

I didn’t realize he owned the lake, and it’s hard for me to even grasp the amount of land.

“Does Travis live on your property?”

“Yeah, he and his mom were there before I bought the land. I’m not going to kick them off.”

Eventually we stop, so we can take in the Healy Valley. It’s breathtaking; flowers are in bloom, yet the mountains in the distance are snowcapped and picturesque.

“I need to pee,” I tell him. “I’m going to go down there, behind the tree.”

“I don’t want you out of my sight.” He grabs my hand, not letting me squirm away.

“Silas, I may be your mail order bride, but I’m not ready to squat in front of you.”

“It can be dangerous out here.”

Laughing him off, I walk away, shaking my head. “It’s all green grass and blue skies, husband. Besides, I’m a big girl.”

I walk down a small path and find a tree. Unzipping my pants, I take care of business. I stand, feeling lighter, and not just because I emptied my bladder. Silas has been so good to me today. Every new thing I’ve learned endears him to me. Maybe living here isn’t as scary as I thought.

Smiling, I turn back to the path where I left him, but what I see stops me in my tracks.

My eyes go wide; my heart seizes. This is why living in the backwoods of Alaska is a horrible idea.

A grizzly bear is twenty feet away.