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Bethany loved being on top, but too many men were crybabies who wanted to dominate or something while also complaining about her heavy weight in their laps. She was often resigned to either laying flat on her back so they could feel powerful and in charge, or being put on her hands and knees so they could enjoy a handful of her amazing ass while not being flattened by it.

Rick was clearly not like other men, with his face tilted up as he kissed her and his hands massaging her breasts, still covered by the fabric of her bra she had already unhooked. Every time his hands moved, they only went to her hips to tug her closer to him as he lifted his lower half slightly to grind against her. She would almost feel offended by his ignoring of her best asset if not for the fact that he also seemed unable to move his hands from where she had placed them. Was she going to have to guide him through everything?

Other men took and demanded, and almost expected her to preen and whimper and beg. Rick, on the other hand, seemed grateful for every kiss and every touch she allowed him. His hands squeezed without pinching her pebbled nipples, he followed but didn't chase every kiss, and his eyes were always dazed and his mouth open in wonder every time she pulled away for air.

It was cute, how awkward he was, but with his big hands and his big chest and his big everything, she was more than willing to be dominated and tossed about by this big man.

"You can touch me," she gasped against his mouth. Her hand moved from the back of the couch to his wrist, and pushed it down slightly, moving his hand lower on her body, to her side. "You can touch all of me."

"Need to light the fire first," he answered, just before she kissed him again.

Fuck the fire—his touch was enough to keep her warm.

She shivered all the same, more from anticipation than cold, but that seemed to be enough of a sign to him that the fire wasn't a bad idea, and he groaned as he let his hands fall, once again to her hips, but this time he pushed backwards slightly. Her cunt was throbbing and hot, ready to feel his hard cock inside of her and without clothes in the way, and now she was cold again, and left with an empty feeling.

"Forget the fire and warm me with your hands," she demanded, not wanting to climb from his lap.

Her mouth covered his again in another kiss, and his hold on her softened as though he would allow her to distract him, only for him to tighten once more and shift her off of him. She was left to sit alone, watching as the man scrambled off the couch, trying to get away.

"You are enough to distract a man from his last meal, but I won't have you getting cold," he told her while shrugging out of his unbuttoned shirt and tossing it to her. "Put that on so you don't freeze."

For a half second, Bethany couldn't move, instead lost in thought as she watched the giant bear of a man make his way to her fireplace while she held his shirt. Every word from his lips was not one she ever expected, from telling her to choose a beer for him to confessing that he would be unable to resist her if he kept kissing her to pulling away from the offer from sex just to light the fireplace for her. The forcefulness in his words of telling her to put his shirt on, though? That was enough to throw her on a full head spin.

Having her get dressed when all she wanted was for him to undress her? He was a real gentleman on the edge of nowhere, and his tone told her to do as she was told, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to give him a little surprise when he turned to look at her again.

"Gonna be honest with you, Sunshine, but I might have lied back there," Rick said as he began brushing out the ashes from her earlier fire and loading up the grate with new logs. She was almost nervous for a second, but held her tongue until he finished his explanation. "I'm the best at building up a fire, and fast. Can build it to last long enough that I won't be leaving your side again tonight."

She needed to get herself undressed, and fast.

While Rick worked on the fire, Bethany worked on her clothes, unhooking her belt before shoving her pants and underwear down her legs, and then sliding off her bra while she fumbled to get his shirt on. She was definitely cold without clothes on and with his touch far away, but his shirt was big and warm, and she wrapped it around herself, the ultimate dream, before making her way to his side, wearing only her socks and his shirt.

The socks would stay on until her feet left the floor, because the rug in front of the fireplace didn't make it all the way to her bed, and she wasn't willing to freeze her feet just to get him there.

Her hand touched his bare back as he lit the kindling he had placed around two thick logs and a few split ones. His skin was still warm, which was shocking given how cold her cabin was, but was even more shocking was how he froze under her touch, then dropped the lighter in his hands to straighten up and look at her.

His eyes were big as he looked down, first to her chest, and then to her bare legs, and let out another groan.

"Don't distract me, else I'm gonna have to crawl out from between those thighs in a few hours, and once my face is between them, I'm not coming back out."

Not only did he want to fuck her, and enjoy seeing her in his clothing, he also wanted to eat her out? Amazing. Phenomenal. Why did he wait so long to come to the bar?

Most men she brought home were only interested in having her on her knees and then bending her over for a short fuck. She would always have to demand her own pleasure before they got theirs, because she could get herself off without their own help and she wasn't into giving charity to men who were desperate for something other than their own hand. She picked up men because she wanted to feel another warm body against her own and wanted to have a few minutes of pleasure that were not mechanical, and if they were going to be difficult, she would shove them out on their ass.

But Rick was different. So different. Her pleasure? Unable to keep his hands off her? Worrying about her comfort?

She needed to stop comparing him to the other men she brought home and to her bed, because he was a completely different breed of man. If he kept this up, she was going to be ruined for all future endeavors, and have to start the next phase of her life—

Spinsterhood.

Although, normally spinsters didn't have a baby, but...

No. Not tonight. Not this man. This was the sort of man who would come back, if she had to guess, and that wasn't in her plans at all. Tonight was about pleasure, one last fucking before the cold winter months, and in the Spring, she could start to figure out the next phase of her life.

She was in her thirties now. It was time to settle down. Time to start working towards what she wanted in the long term.

But not with him. Not with Rick, who seemed interested and excited for her pleasure. Not with a man who looked at her like he was going to devour her.

The fire was going pretty good by the time he moved the screen into place, a safety precaution she appreciated, but he still didn't look at her as his hands fumbled with his own belt. In fact, he was looking straight forward, almost as though he was determined to not look at her at all, and he shoved his pants down before toeing off his socks.

And then, it was over for her as he turned his body to look at her, and she got her first view of him completely naked.

He was big. Big all over. Huge, even.

His hands were large enough to grab a whole handful of ass, or hair. His chest was so broad, she would have miles to mark with her fingernails. His thigh was so thick, she would be able to ride just one of them and get herself off.

And his dick? His dick was so big, she knew she would be cramping in the morning from being split open wide from the girth of him.

It was going to be a long night, one which would fill her fantasies when she was cold in winter, alone in her bed, dreaming of spring.

"You are fucking magnificent," Rick groaned as he reached his hand towards her face, only to stop himself.

She had liked that he asked permission, or waited for her to give it, back when they first met, but she needed to put a stop to that immediately. She had brought him back to her place, to her bed, and she wanted him. Wanted all of him. Wanted him without restraint. Wanted him to touch her and taste her and not hold back.

"Look at me," she instructed, and waited for his gaze to move from his hand, which was hovering beside her shoulder, and lift to her face. "Stop holding back and waiting for permission. I like that you wait, that you ask first, that you don't expect me to let you touch me, but I brought you here because you expected nothing from me. For the rest of tonight, whatever you want from me, whatever part of me you want to touch or taste, the answer is yes."

"Yes?" he questioned, searching her face as though trying to make sure she was certain.

"All of me. Touch me. Stop holding back."

He still didn't move, which had her frustration growing slightly, and his hand pulled away slightly. She could see that he was still questioning her blank permission, and almost seemed a little scared, but she wasn't going to make the next move. If he wanted her, he would have to take it for himself, and stop waiting for her to lead the way.

The fireplace crackled, a sign the bigger logs were catching, and then he was moving, one hand going into her hair and tugging at the roots while his other hand wrapped around her lower back and slid lower to her butt. She was up in the air before she could even gasp, and his lips pressed to hers as he moved forward, walking towards her bed.

Her back hit a post, but she didn't pull away as she kissed him and her hands wrapped over his shoulders. Her nails pressed into his skin and she felt the muscles shifting slightly. He was so big and powerful and carried her easily, something she normally only dreamed of, but she wasn't going to compare him to other men in her mind any longer.

Rick the Lumbersnack was a man like no other. He was going to rewrite the rules for her if he kept this up.

They moved again, and then she was going down, being laid out on the bed. He hovered over her as he pulled away, and she opened her eyes, still not letting go of his shoulders, to look up at him. His face was on her hair, she could tell, and he wore a dopey grin on his lips.

"Your hair looks like sunshine, glowing all around you," he murmured, almost in fascination, it seemed.

She liked how he called her Sunshine, but told herself not to get used to it. To not get used to him.

She needed to make sure he didn't do the same.

"Be careful, or you might fall in love with me," she teased, trying to keep her warning light.

Any other man, not that she was mentally allowed to compare him to other men any longer, would laugh and say falling in love wasn't part of his plans, or something crude about one night stands on the edge of nowhere, but once again, Rick wasn't like other men.

He really was unlike anyone else she had ever met in the small town.

"I think any man who met you would have a hard time not falling in love with that smile, Sunshine, but I'll do my best to let you go when you show me the door."

Oh, fuck him. He better fuck her.

His hands slid up her legs, still parted thanks to him kneeling between them, and he groaned as the shirt began to fall away, revealing what was underneath his shirt, or more like what wasn't. If he said a single thing about her having hair between her legs or on her thighs...

"A man could get used to a view like this," he groaned, and licked his lips.

She didn't bother trying to hide her blush. There was no point when his eyes were no longer looking at her face, and he was bending down to do just as he promised, and bury his face between her thighs.

His mouth was nearly as hot as her cunt as he licked between the folds, and his fingers dug into her skin as he spread her open. His tongue searched until she made a squeak of a noise as he found her clit, and then he was sucking, making her see stars. It was a good thing she was already aching for him, because otherwise it would have been too much too fast, but in seconds he had two fingers inside of her, two very thick fingers that made her reach down and grab his hair to tug him closer, and then he was licking and sucking while his fingers curled inside of her.

Either he was very experienced or he was very excited to please her, and she wasn't mad about either possibility.

Her body melted under his touch as he kept stroking her from the inside, pausing every few curls to suck again on her clit. Her feet dug into the bed as he added teeth, and his hold on her shifted as he withdrew his fingers from inside of her to pull her legs over his shoulders and his mouth moved lower, licking and sucking where his fingers had just left. All Bethany could do was gasp and moan as he kept going, teasing her more than building her up, and tug harder on his hair.

"I was already so close," she confessed, her words moaned as she tried to breathe. She wanted his fingers back in her and his mouth back to sucking on her clit, but he seemed content where he was, licking up her cream. His own moan reverberated through her legs, pulling her close to the edge again, but he didn't move from his current path, seemingly intent on tasting every last drop.

"So fucking good," he groaned against her sex, the words half muffled as he hadn't pulled too far away. His nose rubbed her clit as he spoke and she gasped again, needing more. "Can't help myself."

Still, she felt his hand move from her leg to top of her pubic bone, and he shifted her a little, and lifted her butt off the bed slightly, as his hand moved lower, and his fingers slipped between her folds. In seconds, she felt his thumb pressing on her clit, and she nearly shot out of her skin as he began rubbing and stroking her.

She was going to come. It was only a matter of time.

Her fingers tugged on his hair again as she dug her heels into his back, her socked feet slipping on his bare skin, and he growled into her cunt as he kept going, licking and sucking as his fingers continued to rub. She couldn't look down as his shirt was wrapped around her and blocking her view with her breasts held in place, so all she could do was stare at the ceiling before her eyes pinched shut and she felt her pleasure rise. He didn't slow down nor did he lessen his touch, and in a few more moments, she felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm rush through her, the pleasure quickly following.

"Rick, fuck, Rick, I'm—" she gasped, her nails now digging into his scalp as he pushed her over the edge, straight into pleasure, still going as though he knew any change up would cut her short. She rode out the waves as her cunt gripped around nothing but his tongue, and it wasn't until she gasped for air that he finally pulled his hand away, letting her catch her breath.

"Oh my God," she gasped, trying to find the words, something to say, some sort of compliment even, but it was too hard to think when her blood was rushing around her body like it had no idea where to go and her legs felt like gelatin.

He was something else.

"Fucking amazing," he groaned as he let her legs fall back onto the bed, then kissed her hip. "Gonna taste that again before I'm done."

"Anything you want," she promised, reminding him of what she had said earlier. "Especially after that."

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked, and she blinked her eyes open to see his beard and lips were wet from her sex. "Just asking, in case—"

"Yes, you can kiss me when you taste like me," she smirked, and moved her hand from his hair to his face, cupping his cheek as she pulled him to her. "I love your beard."

She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but he didn't comment as he kissed her, tasting like her juices. She did love his beard, even if she didn't want to admit that out loud. Bethany was never one who enjoyed facial hair on a man, as it was usually short and left her face feeling raw, but his beard was longer than she had ever felt against her skin, and soft as though he oiled it regularly and kept it clean. His tongue dipped into her mouth much as it had between her legs, and she reached down between them, seeking out his cock with her hand.

She found it easily, given how big it was, and stroked him twice. She hadn't even noticed before, probably because she had been too focused on the width of it to see much else, but he was uncut and natural, something she secretly enjoyed.

Not for blowjobs, because normally they tasted weird due to a lack of hygiene, but everything about Rick screamed like he took good care of himself, so she had a feeling his would taste good.

Maybe later. Maybe after she had experienced another orgasm tightening around his cock, and her cunt felt too sore to go another round.

Wait, what was she thinking? There wouldn't be another time. This was the only time.

Fucking seasonal workers.

His mouth left her lips and moved to her breasts, and she shifted her hips to allow him to unwrap the shirt tucked underneath her, revealing her unbound breasts. He groaned again, then dipped down to suck one of the tips into his mouth, then the other.

Fucking hell, he was going to get her off just like that if she wasn't careful.

"Wait, my socks," she gasped, remembering they were still on as she tried to wrap her legs around his waist.

"Leave them on, so your feet don't get cold."

Not like any other man ever.

His hand moved to cover her own, leading his cock to her empty sex, and together, they lined him up and he pushed in. It was a stretch, one she would feel in the morning for sure, but she didn't care. She would gladly feel the ache of him for days, just to verify he was really real, and it wasn't like she planned on pulling anyone else into her bed this late in the season. He groaned against her breast then moved his mouth back to hers to kiss her as they both shifted their holds, her hands going into his hair and on his back while his gripped her hip, angling her body slightly as he slid in a little deeper.

It was going to hurt, but only in the best way.

"Sing again for me, Sunshine. Let me hear those moans," he demanded.

Oh, she was going to sing alright. Sing his name all night long.