When it ended, she led him to her large bathroom, the only improvement she made to the cabin when she moved in.He pulled her top over her head, leaving her in her nicest black, deep cleavage bra. He immediately brought his hands to her breasts and cupped them, admiring the swells. She’d never found a man who wasn’t interested, and he certainly was. While he softly massaged over the bra, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, starting at the top and moving down.
With the shirt unbuttoned, she slipped it off his shoulders and hung it on a nearby hook. She pulled back to inspect his muscled chest and ribbed stomach, moving her fingers to several scars on his torso that she knew from her medical experience to be bullet wounds. She softly fingered the scar tissue and looked for more. She found four on his upper torso, and knew there’d be more below. No wonder he had a serious case of PTSD. She couldn’t imagine what kind of trauma each of those represented.
She reached behind her back and released her bra, hanging it over a hook. He moved his hands immediately to the soft, warm flesh, cupping her from below, and gently caressing. She liked his hands on her and how he was touching her. His shirt off, she turned her attention to his belt buckle, releasing it, and unbuttoning his jeans one by one. She let his pants drop to his knees as she cupped the swell in his shorts. As expected, he was long and thick. Beautifully long and thick. She ran her hands over the bulge as he continued to massage her breasts.
Molly was ready to move things along. She stepped back, dropped her jeans and panties to the floor in one move as he did the same and she led him into her large walk-in shower with no door. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When it was right, she pulled him under the water, wrapped her arms around his back and looked up. The first kiss was a scorcher, hot, open mouthed, with tongues in play. He was aroused, and she worked her body against him, her place hard against his growing erection.
She pushed back, took several squeeze bottles of soft soap and squirted a heavy dose on him, handing him the bottles when she was done. He did the same to her, and they set about scrubbing the other until skin could hardly be seen, just layers of soft, foamy suds. He worked her torso and breasts. She started with his shoulders and chest. He felt so good. Hard and muscled. When her hands went below, his did too. She spread her legs and welcomed him. His soapy hand between her legs was heavenly. His shaft had hardened and was hanging low and heavy. She expertly soaped it up, down and all around, gently scrubbing the family jewels.
She looked up and he kissed her, the warm water cascading over them, four hands very busy, and all the important places getting soapy attention. When they did the final rinse, he was rock hard and wagging back and forth. She turned off the water, took his hand, and led him to the drying area where she’d set out thick, extra-large towels. They dried each other off, and she let him blow dry her hair while she fluffed it up.
She led him to the bed, pulled back the covers and got in, her head on the pillow, legs bent and spread. She was inviting him to be on top. She watched as he opened a condom and rolled it on before letting her inspect to her satisfaction. He got on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, his erection at the entrance, but not inside. He waggled it up and down, letting the moisture build. Before insertion, he leaned down and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Molly loved the kissing. He was big and strong, but also tender and gentle.
She whispered, “I’m ready.”
He straightened up and gently pressed his thickness inside. She moaned her approval as her hands instinctively moved to his waist to keep him right there. She needed time for her body to adjust. He moved in short thrusts, allowing her body to relax. She felt his eyes studying her face. He was looking to see if thatwas okay. She smiled and moaned her approval, giving him a double eyebrow raise. He felt wonderful inside. She moved her hips in rhythm with his modest strokes, and with her hands pulled on his waist to invite him deeper. He pushed gently, her body welcoming him further inside with a guttural moan. God, that felt good, a long, thick man deep inside.
She pulled him down for a kiss. He maintained medium penetration while they kissed. She worked her hips so they moved nicely together. She whispered, “That’s perfect. You feel so good right there. I can feel your pulses. I hope that feels good to you.”
His only response was a smile and another kiss. The combination of the kissing while he was inside was heavenly. They were a fantastic fit, tight, snug, and deep. Molly was breathing in short pants, her neck and face completely flushed, her heart beating rapidly, the arousal building beautifully.
She felt his arms around her lower back as he lifted her bottom off the sheets and straightened up. She opened her eyes wide to see what was happening. She widened her legs, her knees bent, maximizing his access, as he accelerated the thrusting, moving to rapid-fire, penetrating, strokes that took her arousal through the roof. She was gasping and groaning as he pounded repeatedly into her. God, what a man. She loved it hard and deep, and he was really putting it to her. She just relaxed and let him take her to the moon.
They arrived together. She shrieked her first contraction and his release immediately followed, their bodies synchronizing with the pulses. Moaning and groaning, they both worked their way to the final finish before he laid her bottom back down on the bed. She pulled him down on her, wanting to feel his chest against hers while he was embedded. She didn’t want to let him go. She wanted him hard on her body. She wrapped her armsaround his back and held him tight, the final pulses deep inside. Finally, the connection was calm.
When Molly finally released him, he withdrew, got up to dispense with the condom, and moved back to her side, wrapping his arm around and pulling her tight. She lay her head on his shoulder and her leg over his, her dampness against his thigh. Both still breathing hard, the aftermath created a gentle warmth and calm.
She said, “That was wonderful. Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead. He wasn’t a talker during lovemaking. She was.
“That was pretty good for a guy who lives alone in the wilderness and hasn’t been involved with anyone for a while.”
“That was all you.”
“Is this a bad time to ask about the lady who didn’t work out?”
He lay quietly and, just before Molly was going to let him off the hook, he said quietly, “Megan was killed in a car accident shortly after I returned from Afghanistan. She had waited patiently for me. We had two months together and were planning to get married when the accident ended all that.”
Molly was sorry she’d asked during the aftermath of their lovemaking. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to ask, but she now regretted it. Very tacky.
“I’m really sorry. I can’t imagine. She waited for you. You came home. Then that. Unbelievable.”
“I actually thought I was going to manage the PTSD okay until then. That just made something snap and it really changed me. I couldn’t be around people. I just wanted to get away. Ididn’t trust myself to act appropriately in society. Working a regular job was completely out of the question. I pretty much lost it. That’s when I got tested and was placed in the recovery program.”
Molly was at a complete loss. She just cuddled in as tightly as she could. She eventually rolled over and he spooned in behind.
She awoke in the night to a hard object poking her in the rear. He was still sleeping, but he was aroused, very aroused. She rolled him to his back, spreading his legs. She went below to explore the situation. He was rock hard. She worked the shaft with her hands before putting her mouth on the end. He was throbbing. She felt the pulses in her mouth as she gently worked her lips over the end, caressing the shaft.
She rolled out of bed, retrieved a condom, opened it, and rolled it on. When she looked up, he was smiling at her. She crawled on top, positioning him in just the right place, before backing gently down with a groan. He was hard. Really hard. And it felt so good. She gently worked her way down so he was almost all in, and her place was hard against his pelvic bone. She bent her legs and snugged her knees tight against his thighs and dropped down so her breasts were hard against his chest. She felt his arms move around her back and hold her tight. She laid her face against his shoulder, as they gently rocked back and forth. She moved softly side to side then up and down, keeping as much pressure as possible on her spot, and moving her face to his for a kiss, then another, and, finally, a long, deep, passionate kiss that lasted minutes.
They held tight, kissing as long as they could before she had to move. She felt the heat in her neck and face, herheart pounding, the arousal deep in her groin. She eventually sat on top and moved into cowgirls thrusts, long, slow, and penetrating, all in, then almost all out, then slowly back to the hilt, moaning on each stroke. The pressure was fantastic, the fit snug and tight, her body hotly open. When she sat up, he moved his hands to her chest, massaging gently, and working the hardened ends until he pulled her down and brought her left breast to his mouth. He opened wide, consuming as much as he could, gently working his lips and tongue on the erect nipple. That pretty much put Molly into outer space. Her gasps and groans dramatically increased. Her breast in his mouth, she moved to aggressive strokes until her finish caused his and they fell into a pulsing rhythm.
She fell down on him and lay quietly while the sensations worked their natural way. Their hearts were beating hard, inches apart. Still connected, she could feel his final pulses. Mouth open, she was breathing in pants, working to calm her body. The lovemaking had been beautiful. Her body felt the aftermath, a warm glow that radiated through her entire body. She pushed him out and rolled over, letting him spoon in behind. He wrapped his arms around her and she fell into a deep sleep.
She woke in his arms. He was spooned in behind. She could feel his hardness again. She felt his hands slip up to her breasts, cupping them both, and gently massaging. She felt him getting harder. He needed it again. She had no idea how long it had been since he’d been laid, but he was a stud and he needed it one more time. She rolled out of bed, retrieved a condom, rolled it on, and resumed her position with him spooned in behind. She spread her legs, reached down, and pulled him inside so he wastaking her from behind. She knew men loved this position, and she liked it with a long, thick man.
He reached his hand around and pressed two fingers against her place as he gently stroked her long and deep, his other hand massaging her breast. She put her head back against his shoulder and let him have his way. The combination of their bodies tight together, his hardness inside, one hand on her place, and the other working her nipple, was as much sensation as she could take. She just relaxed and let it happen. The arousal built until she whimpered and shook, and the spasms once again took over her body. He held off longer, finally releasing, sending another surge of contractions through.
