He places one last kiss against me before crawling back up my body. When he reaches me he pulls me into a kiss that’s desperate and hungry, and I taste myself on his lips.
“I need you,” I say against his mouth between kisses, my hands already shoving urgently at his jeans. I’m desperate for him, my body aching and empty and needing him inside me. “Inside me. Right fucking now.”
“Bossy,” he says, but he’s already kicking off his jeans and boxer briefs.
“Someone’s gotta keep you in line,” I tease, biting my lip, letting my legs fall open wider in invitation.
His eyes darken. “Oh, I’m gonna make you pay for that.”
I grin. “Thank god.”
He positions himself between my thighs and pushes into me in one hard thrust. The stretch, the fullness, the way he fills me completely makes me nearly scream. My body welcomes him, clenches around him, like it was made for this.
“Fuck,” he groans, his arms braced beside my head. “You feel incredible.”
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and when he starts to move it’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. Thesound of our bodies moving together fills the cabin, skin against skin, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Harder,” I gasp, because I need more, need everything.
“You want it harder?” He shifts his angle and the next thrust hits that spot deep inside me that makes everything go white. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I sob, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that, yes?—”
“I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock,” he promises, and every thrust after that hits the same spot, over and over, building the pressure.
The dirty talk combined with what he’s doing to my body is too much. The pleasure builds fast, winding tighter and tighter, that coil in my belly ready to snap.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice demanding. “I want to feel that pussy squeeze me when you fall apart.”
My hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation combined with him pounding into me, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, winds me impossibly tight.
“That’s it,” he groans, his eyes locked on where my hand is moving. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Show me how close you are.”
“Jack,” I warn, my voice breaking. “I’m going to—I can’t?—”
“Come for me,” he demands, his hand gripping my hip harder, his thrusts getting deeper, more brutal. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm slams into me and I scream his name again, my whole body seizing up in waves so intense my vision blurs. My pussy clenches around him rhythmically with every pulse.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, and his rhythm falters. “That’s it. Your pussy feels so good when you come on my cock.”
He keeps moving, his thrusts getting more erratic. When I start to come down, he’s still chasing his release, and watching him lose control is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“You want my cum?” His thrusts get harder, more desperate. “Want me to fill this pussy up?”
“Yes,” I moan, tightening my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I need it. I need to feel you come inside me.”
“Tell me again,” he demands. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” I say, the words tumbling out desperate and needy. “Please come inside me. Fill me up. I want your cum so bad. I need it. Please, Jack?—”
That does it. His final thrusts are hard and deep and almost brutal, and then he’s pulsing inside me, emptying himself with broken groans. The heat of him filling me up, the way his whole body goes rigid, the raw broken sound he makes are absolutely perfect. His cock throbs inside me and my pussy clenches around him, milking every last drop.
For a long moment we just lie there, both breathing hard, both trembling. He’s still inside me, softening now, and his cum starts to leak out around where we’re still joined. The wet heat of it makes me clench again, makes me want to keep him inside me forever.
He lifts his head slowly, his forehead coming to rest against mine. His eyes are soft and full of love and satisfaction and something almost reverent, like I’m the best thing that ever happened to him.
“I love you,” I whisper.
