“Wait.”
“I can’t wait anymore Foster.”
His knee was pushed between her thighs, his teeth now nibbling on her shoulder. While her body wanted him more than anything, there was still something holding her back. It was just all happening too fast.
Trent pressed his hard knee harder on her core and she whimpered. They were still standing in the hallway, her back pressed up against the wall. He had her pinned with his body and she believed he had every intention of taking her right then and there. “Trent, please!”
He didn’t know what she was asking, but anything beyond him taking her, was not in his wheel house. Pulling her dress up to her waist, Trent’s hands quickly pushed down the panties that were keeping him from feeling if she was ready or not. She sure felt like she was and Foster gasped as he touched her. “Please.”
Pulling down his own pants after he fumbled with the button and zipper, he couldn’t get out of them fast enough. When he finally did, his erection pushed against her core and she looked down as it pointed at her.
Trent grabbed her leg, pulling it up and wrapping it around his own waist. Foster’s head went back and she couldn’t even remember what it was that she had been trying to say. She could feel his hot head against her weeping core, rubbing and throbbing as her body tensed up in preparation for the intrusion. He pressed a little harder each time he made a sweeping pass and she moaned as the head slid all the way into her.
His own sound was deeper in his throat, sounding to her like a growl. The noise only made her wetter and the extra slickness helped him push in slowly inch by inch. “Look at me Foster.”
Her eyes fluttered and finally opened, but only because he had stopped moving forward and she wanted more. He started to move back out and her insides clenched him, not wanting him to leave her honey hole. She needed more, looking down to see several inches of his shaft that were still dry. “More.”
Trent pushed forward suddenly and her eyes clenched shut as tight as her inner walls collapsed around him. He kissed her lips and then her neck and ear. “Too much?”
She shook her head that it wasn’t, even as her body tried to get a grip on his girth stretching her every inch. “No fuck.”
He chuckled in her ear and slipped the rest of the way inside of her. She had thought that he was done and the last few inches overwhelmed her. “Now?”
Foster was pushed hard against the wall and his arm held her thigh up to open her wide. It was just as well or she may have fallen as her knees weakened with each pulse inside of her. “Yes, oh my God, Trent.”
His tongue flicked at her ear lobe as his hot breath made her shiver. Every move made his thickness feel like it was growing bigger inside of her and she stopped moving all together, trying desperately to get her body adjusted. It had been too long and her tightness was so unused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Please don’t.”
Trent was thankful to hear that, not sure if he would have had the ability to stop, even if he had wanted to. She was killing him, strangling his long length inside of her. As he pulled out again, a small part of her came with, gripping him as if to hold him inside of her forever. How he wished that it was the case. He wanted to feel her lose control, giving him permission to let his own slip for a time.
Pushing back in quicker and fuller, he took her breath away and her grip tightened on his neck. She urged him deeper and as he started to move, she begged him to go faster, pushing her over an edge that she had been on since they met. Calling his name softly in his ear, it got louder as he got faster and her body shook. “Trent, yes, oh I’m coming!”
He felt the flash of fluid on his shaft as he pushed deeper. As her body convulsed, more of her opened up to him and he was as close to her womb as ever before. His need was relentless, as well as his thrusting and soon her hands that clung, were hands that tried to push him away. “Wait, please.”
Trent looked at her eyes that were glazed and he knew why she needed a moment. Pulling out of her, she sighed and her leg moved to the ground as he let go of her thigh. “Let’s get you to bed. You look tired.”
She wasn’t able to keep herself up and he finally had to help her the short distance to her bed. His pants were still around his knees and the both fell onto the bed, giggling for a moment. Then his body was over hers and they both remembered what they had just been doing.
Moving down to kiss her, Trent pushed himself to her opening and started to press back in slowly. She needed to take it slow. Foster was just too tight. She felt like she had not been intimate in a long time and though he wanted to slam into her, pounding her as hard as he could, he knew he had to take it slower for her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, her body opened up to his slow pleasure. “Trent. Yes.”
Her words were unintelligible as her own body started to tighten up below him. So quickly she was starting to tremble inside and too soon was she coming again. It was the final straw for Trent, no longer strong enough to stop himself from drilling forward as hard as he could. She screamed out as he took her as he needed, how he had wanted to from the first time he had seen her delivering before.
Whispering naughty things in her ear, the orgasm lasted until he was losing his own battle with the intense pleasure. Calling out her name, he buried himself deep and grunted. Foster was holding onto him tight and with his hot seed, her body was once again overwhelmed with the penetration. It was just so much.
When he finally moved away, she was still shaking and he laid down next to her, pushing the jeans the rest of the way down his legs. He had not expected it be so…fulfilling. Trent was spent in all ways, but as he looked over at her panting body, Trent knew he wanted more. Foster was a woman that a person could never really get enough of.
“Damn Foster.”
She smiled and nodded her head, feeling the same sentiment. There was nothing to say to fully describe the way she felt right then, but damn. Her body still shook every so often with aftershocks of pleasure. “It had been a really long time, but I don’t think I remember it being that good before.”
Her voice was almost mystified. How could she not have known that it could be like that? What a waste all of the other times felt to her. It had never felt like that with anyone before. “Me either.”
Trent pulled her body to his own. They were both a little sweaty. Foster was still pretty much dressed, but her hair was a mass around her. He hadn’t had the time to take off her clothes and when he started to rectify that, she pushed him away. “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am, but it can wait.”
***
They finally made it to the kitchen and the cold meal that she had to heat up. Trent liked the food, but he was not really tasting it. His mind was already back in the bedroom. “Are you done?”
He looked at her with hope and she shook her head. “No, jeez. You really know how to rush a girl. My whole body is sore. Aren’t you the least bit tired?”
Trent shook his head. He was tired of waiting for her. Not just that night, but she was the first woman to get back into his heart. He had thought his heart was gone after his loss, but now it was back. It was great to feel alive again and he knew that it was because of Foster. All he could do in good conscious was to proceed to thank her over and over again.
“Not at all. I will make sure I go slower for you this time.”
Foster’s face turned beat red and she looked down at her plate. “No one is saying that…”
“Good because as soon as I slide into you, I know that I am going to slam you as hard as I can.”
Foster shivered with his words and started to eat a little faster. That seemed to make Trent happy and he didn’t mention the time again. He kept telling himself, reminding himself, that they had all night. Once a cowboy gave away his heart, it was hers forever. Trent wasn’t sure if he was ready for it, but with their first touch, he hadn’t had a choice.
~THE END~