Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I’m driven to be just as giving of a lover as he is. I wrap my lips around his cock again, licking, sucking him with fervor, maybe even more than before. I have to do this while dealing with the intense feelings of lust he’s inflicting on me, his skilled touch going at me again, building my achingly orgasmed self to do that all over again. Pumping his cock, sucking his cock, savoring his cock, all of it coming together to drive me crazy.
All while I deal with the electricity shooting through me again and again. I writhe in pleasure, but I keep my focus hard on him. I want Hood, I want his cock, I want his seed. I chant the mantra through again and again, but it feels all for naught. The tide of ecstasy within me is rising too fast and I’m just about ready to explode.
I’m succeeding, he’s struggling against me too as we both orally devour the other. It’s just too much for the both of us. I think I cum first, but really?
It’s a wonderful mess.
The warmth overpowers me and I scream out. I’m not sure if I squirt again, but goddamn, it feels good all the same. Pleasure wracks me and I scream for him, I scream around his cock.
Maybe that’s all he needs to get over the finish line. His cock shudders and pulses and erupts all of its warmth all over me. So driven to please, I gobble up his cum mightily, sucking all I can of it down, as hopeless as it seems with as much of it as it is. His taste is so wonderfully sweet, but a whole lot of it explodes onto my face and neck.
I wear it with pride, laughing through my screams of ecstasy.
We settle down, me sliding off him into his arms, enjoying the warmth of the fire.
It’s a bit serene, being in his arms like this. We’re both exhausted from everything we’ve just done, but being so close to him and cuddling just feels so absolutely right.
There’s a post orgasm clarity hitting the both of us as we stare up at the ceiling and enjoy the silence of it all.
“So you were going home, right?” Hood asks.
“Yeah...”
“To your grandmother?”
“Yeah. You think I should call her and let her know where I am?” I didn’t give her a hard time frame, but I did say I was primarily going into town to go to the store. And going to the store, even with some other side trips, shouldn’t have taken this long. I sit up. It wasn’t as if my phone was soaked from my skinny dipping, the whole point was to avoid getting what I was wearing wet after all.
“I just don’t want to worry her. She sounds like a nice person and I don’t want her freaking out just because I brought you to my cabin and... let’s just say I really quite enjoyed your company.”
Laughing, I shuffle over to the chair and dig out my phone. I dial her up, Grandma still not fully understanding text messages.
“Hello, sweetie,” she says over the phone. “How’s the shopping going?”
“Oh, fine, Grandma. Just calling you to let you know I wasn’t eaten by wolves or anything. I might be a bit late. I... uh... stopped for coffee.” Hot coffee. Very, very hot coffee.
“I’m not worried about you, Red. You know how to take care of yourself. This is meant to be a bit of a vacation too right? Enjoy yourself. I can handle it for now.”
Guilt hit me. She’s doing her whole ‘not wanting to be a burden’ thing. She protested kicking and screaming about anyone coming up here to look after her, and I had to get through to her by suggesting I wouldn’t mind some time up in the mountains. “I’ll be home sooner than later, Grandma. Hope you’re looking forward to stew.”
“I always look forward to your cooking, Red. I love you.”
“Love you too, grandma.”
The call ended, the weight of guilt still on me. Hood looked on from the sofa, having slipped his pants back on. “Everything alright?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m lying to my grandmother now. And I don’t like doing that.”
“You told her you stopped for coffee. If I make you some coffee will that make you feel better?”
I laugh. “Maybe just a bit. Then I guess I’m technically not lying.”
Hood jumps up and heads into the kitchen, and gets to work. He has some fresh grinds, some fancy high quality stuff, not the instant stuff I’m used to.
The smell of good coffee fills the air. I get dressed, agreeing with Hood that maybe standing around drinking buck naked drinking coffee might be a bit weird.
I take a stroll around the cabin as the coffee brews. It’s small, it’a a bit spartan, but it does have a hint of home to it. “I’m really impressed you built this yourself,” I say, as I look up at the walls. It’s all very professional in quality.