38 - Melissa

38

Melissa

It felt so good to finally give in.

The wind rushed out of my lungs while Jack kissed me hard and deeply. I clawed at his body like an animal, fingers dragging along his chest and abs and biceps, feeling the lines of his body like the contours of a map.

“What are you doing?” I found myself asking. Clinging to a fraction of the restraint that I still possessed.

“What I should have done days ago,” he practically growled, eyes flicking down to my mouth. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

He kissed me possessively again, and I forgot why we had been fighting in the first place.

“Thought so,” he rumbled, yanking my shirt off in one smooth motion. He practically ripped my hiking shorts down, causing every nerve in my body to electrify with desire.

Our lips connected magnetically. Heat flooded my body, spreading in all directions from between my legs as he pinned me to the wall with his chest. His hand ran down the bare skin of my belly, teasing at the edge of my panties before finally curling under the elastic. He broke the kiss long enough to crouch down, pulling my soaked panties with him. I stepped out of them and my hiking shorts and he rose slowly, his face only an inch from my skin, hot breath moving up my knees, then thighs, then past my soft hair. My inner walls twitched with anticipation of feeling him inside me. Filling me.

He kissed me hard again, sucking my tongue between his lips as his hand returned to my special place. I gasped as one finger curled up and in, sliding inside the drenched walls with ease. Up and up it went, knuckles digging deeper into my warm womanhood.

“Ohh,” I moaned, letting him push me into the next room until I fell backward onto the bed. Jack came with me, finger never leaving my soft sex. He grinned wolfishly at me as I bucked against his finger, whimpering for more.

He added a second finger, pushing deeper, flooding me with pleasure. My wetness coated his hand as he twisted his fingers, knuckling into me while his thumb rubbed my clit in the soft light of the cabin. After a week of flirting and teasing, the feeling was incredible. Like scratching the world’s biggest itch.

Blood rushed through me as he pumped his fingers, twisting as he did so. Every nerve I possessed was on fire. Soon I was trembling and bucking harder against him, moaning as he watched me squirm on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face. And when I couldn’t take it any longer he crushed his lips against mine, and I screamed into his mouth while I was shattered over and over and over.

I was still coming down from my climax as Jack stood. He stripped his clothes, revealing his steel cock within. Beautiful and long and thick with potential. The sight of him made me tremble, and I ran my fingers along the v-grooves of his hips as he knelt between my legs.

“I’ve wanted this every day,” he rumbled like an avalanche. One that was going to cover me completely. “Every fucking day I’ve watched you come and go in this cabin, since I dragged you down from that mountain. I’ve craved you, Melissa.”

“You have me,” I breathed. “I’m yours.”

He sank into me, head and shaft and then his soft hair tickling with mine. My pulse leaped as he filled me, stretched me, widened me, and I accepted every throbbing inch. His eyes locked onto mine and widened, mouth opening in awe.

There was nothing more beautiful than the way a man looked in that moment.

I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me, clenching my core around his cock in a sexual hug. My inner walls rippled around his thickness as we moaned and savored finally giving in, feeling what I knew we’d both been fantasizing about.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned into my neck. “I don’t know how I didn’t come the moment I was inside you, Melissa.”

I took his head in both my hands and kissed him. “It’s because you’re so big.”

“Little bit of both.” He grinned lustily. “Jesus fuck, I can’t stand it…”

He rolled his hips against me, and I relaxed the vice-like grip of my thighs. Inch by inch he pulled back, leaving emptiness in his wake, and just when his tip was about to leave me he crashed back into my sex. My entire body trembled with pleasure, bed rocking against the cabin wall, and I made a noise deep in my throat that I’d never made before.

The fight on the mountain was now the distant past. The only thing that either of us cared about was the mindless drive of our bodies.

Nothing else in the world mattered.

We moved faster and faster together, his cock swelling inside me as he groaned and gripped my ass with one hand and held on for dear life. Jack’s chiseled body moved above me like a machine, muscles flexing and contracting beautifully. His strokes were long and passionate, driving himself so deep inside me that the room blurred and my skin pulsed with every heated thrust.

“Melissa,” he said, voice cracking with concentration.

“Jack,” I moaned back. I could feel the fire building within me, a tingling warning that I was about to come again.

“Come with me,” he demanded.

I tried to tell him that I would, but all that came out was a moan.

“Come while I fuck you,” he gritted out. “While I make that pussy mine.”

I screamed as the climax pulsed through my body, shattering waves of pleasure crashing on my shore with each thrust. My teeth found the skin of his shoulder and I bit down involuntarily, changing the pitch of his cries. Then Jack’s lips seared into mine as he moaned too, pressing his entire body against mine, crushing me into the bed while we shuddered and trembled and were remade anew.