Her chest and neck flush a beautiful shade of pink as her orgasm approaches. Her nipples harden under her shirt and I clench my fists, eager to touch her but knowing this is important. This is everything.
"What are you thinking about, gorgeous?" I ask, my voice shaky with emotion as I slip a hand down my pants and grip myself. My eyes are fixed on her squirming body, the sweet scent of strawberries surrounding us. One hand between her legs while the other clenches my sheets, I can barely hold on any longer.
"I'm thinking about what it will feel like when you're inside me again," she whispers like a prayer as she speeds up her movements on her delicate bud.
"Oh god, Juniper." I can't take it anymore. I press my lips against hers in an all-consuming kiss. Her fingers thread through my hair as our lips meet and our tongues tangle. She feels so good, so warm against me. She feels like home. Trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, my hands run up her body to cup her breasts. She is both heaven and hell, my only addiction.
I glide down her body, savoring the taste of the creases in her delicate elbows, the softness of her wrists, and the heat emanating from between her thighs. My mouth waters at the sight of her perfect pussy. I steal a quick glance at her as I stare into her eyes, conveying my intense desire. Then, with one long stroke, I lick up her slit and flick at her clit before reaching the end. She moans and closes her eyes in pleasure, moving her hips in a seductive rhythm.
I trace my tongue across her cleavage and nibble gently at one nipple while sliding two fingers between her slick folds, making sure she’s ready for me. Her hips buck and she pants shallowly as I insert one finger inside of her. The intense heat of her pussy stirs something primal within me. I take a deep breath and kiss my way up to her neck, finding her lips and kissing them slowly and deeply as I add another finger. She arches and lets out a yelp before settling into a slow rhythm of soft moans as she cums in waves around my fingers.
"You taste so sweet." I pull my fingers from inside of her and suck on them, relishing in the taste of her arousal. With my other hand, I unzip my pants, catching her attention. Her eyes dart from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, then back up to meet my gaze. "Are you ready for me?”
She nods and wraps her creamy thighs around my waist, pushing my pants down and off. Skin meets skin as I settle against her.
"You are perfect," I whisper as I trail my nose up her body, lining myself up with her entrance. "I can't wait to be inside you." Shivers run through her body as I tease her clit with the tip of my thick cock. "You're so sensitive," I murmur, stroking again. "And so wet for me." My voice drops lower. "Just for me."
Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades, urging me on as our bodies move in a steady rhythm, both desperate for release. I ease inside of her, slow inch after slow inch, missing the feel of her even though it’s only been a day since I was last here.
I kiss her slowly, tangling our tongues together as one hand explores her body while the other holds me above her, unable to let go. In this moment, there is no doubt. This woman belongs to me.
I lose all control with that thought and start moving my hips in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. She relaxes her grip on my shoulders and follows my lead with her own hips. I grab one of her calves and wrap it around my waist, craving the feel of every inch of her against me. With both of her legs wrapped tightly around me and her ankles locked above my bare ass, I hold her head and continue moving slowly. I try to contain the raging beast inside me that wants to ravage her entire body.
"God, you feel so good. I don't know how much longer I can go slow," I groan.
"Please, more," she begs, pushing her hands into my hair and locking eyes with me. "I want all of you."
Her words make my heart race and my mind spin. Is she even real? She's like an angel or a devil, maybe a little bit of both.
"Baby… you don’t know what you do to me," I utter as I pick up the pace, feeling her body relaxing and allowing me to go deeper and harder. "Jesus."
My words catch in my throat as I finally cum in powerful jets inside of her, holding myself still as waves of pleasure wash over me. My heart is pounding and my breaths are ragged as I staystill, feeling the tremors in my thighs all the way to my fingers buried in her red hair.
“Flint–” she gasps, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Dark waves cascade around her as she turns away from me. “I feel like we’re being so irresponsible–not using a condom and I’m not on birth control.”
A smile tugs at my lips, she’s so beautiful it makes my heart shatter just to look at her. I gently grasp her chin and guide her back to face me. I pause to place a tender kiss on her lips. "Baby, whatever happens I love knowing a part of me is still buried deep inside you. I promise, I’m yours and you’re mine now. I’ll take care of you forever, you never have to worry about that.”
Chapter Thirteen
Juniper
I wake up the next morning to the sound of masculine grunts reverberating down the hallway. I stretch like a cat, a slow grin spreading across my face as I remember his strong body enveloping me, the raw growl in his deep voice that sent shivers straight to my core. In the bright morning light, a wave of emotion overcomes me as I realize how much I love this man. As quick as our courtship may have been, feelings don't lie.
Another grunt interrupts my lovesick thoughts, followed by a deeper one.
Mmm. Flint is working out.
I get out of bed and find a glass of orange juice on the bedside table. I smile. I love how he likes to take care of me. I feel a slight ache between my thighs and even on my nipples–as if his hands were just on me moments ago, not hours.
Butterflies dance wildly in my stomach as I think about last night, when his heavy length claimed me again. I feel spoiled, cherished, loved.
Waves of shock swell in me as I realize that I came to this mountain a virgin, and I’m no longer a virgin now. How does that make me feel? I used to fear feeling like a slut with regretin the morning, but with Flint... he cares. He's the first man who has ever truly seen me. I knew that instantly about him and I gave myself completely to him. I could never regret a thing with this man.
I turn the corner into the hallway and pause at the first open door–a guest bedroom that’s filled with gym equipment. I find his large body lying across the weight bench, naked from the waist up. His abdomen is etched like patterned bricks and covered with a light dusting of hair, tight and bulging with exertion as his thick biceps hold a weighted bar over his head. He counts silently, a slight frown on his beautiful, rugged face, before a low sound emanates from deep in his belly and he heaves the bar onto the supports.
He sits up quickly, his body agile despite its broad physique, then takes long pulls from a bottle of water. I’m suddenly conscious of standing in his small weight room, looking at his decadently built body before me. I watch as sweat drips down his chin and throat, trailing along one chiseled pectoral before making its way down the narrow slice of sternum separating his rippling abdominal muscles. Arousal floods my thighs as I stare at him.
Without thinking twice, I drop to my knees. The glistening wood bites at my kneecaps as I crawl towards him. His dark eyes flare for a brief moment before traveling down the length of my body with hooded lust. His heavy palms reach out to thread through the long strands of my wild hair and pull my gaze up from the thin cotton of his waistband. All I want to do is yank his sweat-dampened shorts down and reveal the key that unlocks the man of my dreams, the pleasure hidden between his powerful thighs.
