Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
"Why not?" he mutters.
He knows the answer. The answer is standing right next to me, by the fire, making food for me. The answer has been taking care of me ever since I had that fall, bringing me back here like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The chemistry crackles in the air between us, the same as the heat from the fire, only it feels as though this burns a million times hotter.
I don’t know who makes the first move. I don’t know who reaches for who first. But his hand brushes against mine, and I turn to him, and in the softening dusk, our mouths find each other once more.
He slides his hands to my waist, pulling me against him with a passion that makes my whole body light up. I gasp into his mouth, all the questions and doubts and fears that I have been clinging to all this time vanishing in a single touch, as he hitches me off the ground and pushes me back against the small woodshed where he stores his wood for burning.
I am pinned between him and the shed, my hands grasping for him as I part my legs and wrap them around him – the twine I used to keep his pants in place on me falls away with ease, and he presses himself into me, making sure I can feel the fullness of what he has for me right there against my thigh. I shift, grinding into him, my ankles tangling behind his back, and he kisses me against, this time hard enough that his teeth catch against my lips.
He draws himself into his hand and I look down, just able to make out the shape of him before he presses himself to my entrance. My back arches towards him and I let out a cry that must have been heard across the whole prairie as he fills me in one, smooth motion, burying himself inside of me like this is what he has been waiting for all along – like this, and only this, is what he wants, what he has always wanted.
"Look at me," he growls against my lips, as he stills himself within me, holding himself there and letting me get used to the feel of him inside of me. I clasp his face, smoothing my thumbs along his cheeks and doing as I am told. There is something so freeing about letting him have me like this, letting him call the shots. For so long, I have tried to run things exactly how I thought they should have been run, praying that it would be enough to keep me from suffering any more than I had. But here, now, he is willing to take that weight for me, and allow me to lose myself to the feeling of our bodies coming together just the way I need them to.
As soon as he is sure that my gaze is on him, he starts to move – really move inside of me, slamming his full length into me again and again. Shockwaves of pleasure rush from between my thighs and across my whole body as he takes me, and it’s all I can do to hang on for dear life and try to keep the lewd noises to a minimum. Even over the rush of the fire behind us, I’m sure that we are about to be exposed at any moment...
And that just serves to send another throb through my whole system. My orgasm is cresting fast, the same way it did before. His roughness stirs something in me, something I have tried for so long to hide from, but something that this place has allowed.
The emotion and the passion blend together until there is little room for anything else, and all I can do is stare at him and rock my body back against him over and over again. I drag my thumb over his bottom lip, watching as he responds in turn with fingers digging in to my hips, and the dark fire in his eyes outdoes anything burning behind us...
When the orgasm hits me, it feels like a release. More than just of the pleasure, but of everything I have held back, too. My vision blurs and I clutch to him, crying out a thousand tears of pent-up feeling, and I feel him flood me with his seed, plunging inside of me one last time before he reaches his own release.
I clutch to him, panting hard, the pulsations of my orgasm running around my body like electricity through a wire. But, as he draws back, I realize something else – that there is a wetness at my cheeks that wasn’t there before. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he moves to pull me against him against at once.