Page 31 of Silver Brewer

I press up to kiss him, hating this awkward conversation.

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. And before that, it was with the same man for too long.”

Giant groans as he enters me with more care than last night. He’s slow and deliberate, and I hum as he fills me. He reaches somewhere I’ve never been touched before, way down deep inside, and I’m fuller than I’ve ever felt. The sense of oneness makes me shaky and unnerves me a bit. But when he pulls back, my body chases his, and he chuckles over me.

“I like how you follow me as if you don’t want me to leave your body.”

“I don’t.” I exhale, and he rushes forward, forcing me to catch my breath. My eyes roll back as the oneness sensation ripples through my body again.

“You seem greedy,” he teases while his tone makes it sound dirty. Toes in the dirt, he mentioned, and I want to be all kinds of dirty with this man.

“So greedy.” My voice hitches as I clutch at his tight backside, squeezing each firm globe to keep him inside me.

“Jesus, Cricket.” He rocks back and then thrusts forward. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Chirp, chirp, chirp is the friction song our bodies sing as we rub against each other. His large hand grips the back of my thigh while the other covers one backside cheek. He tugs me upward, lifting me a little to shift the angle of his thrusts. I can’t describe what’s happening to my body. The rhythm. The connection. The emotion.

“Giant,” I warn. “It’s happening…”

“Another one?” He sounds surprised himself. “Fuck yeah, Letty. Finish.”

He rests on one elbow with his hand under my backside. The hand on my thigh lowers between us, and his thumb flicks the swollen, sensitive hood, triggering me to tip over once again. I come alive around him, humming his name, adding it to the night sounds around us.

“Cricket,” he groans. “God, you’re squeezing me so hard. I can’t last.” He pulls out, and we both watch as he pulses streams of pleasure on my lower belly. Once finished, he collapses over me too briefly before shifting to pull away, but I wrap my legs around his hips and reach for his biceps, unwilling to release him so soon.

“Not yet,” I beg, not wanting the sensation to end. He’s larger than me, and heavy, but I want his weight to blanket me. Fearing he’ll shut me out again, I won’t let him escape. Not yet.

13

Twinkle toes and gun-shy

[Giant]

I’ve been more turned on in the last seventy-two hours than I’ve been in years, and the morning is no different. I wake with a solid wood, and when Letty nudges her backside against me, I can’t resist her.

“Can we do it like this?” I question. The angle will be different once again. Our position last night, the way we moved, the deepness of my thrusts, we were anything but regimented in our rhythm. Letty and I sync. Deep down, I don’t want the missionary position, but I want her any way she’ll let me.

Letty wiggles her ass against me, and I slip my hand up her hip. She didn’t return to her skimpy undies last night, and the discovery makes my dick twitch. I quickly remove my boxer briefs and press my length against her backside.

“You’re warm,” she teases, rubbing against the length. I’m going to be a whole lot hotter once I enter her. I’m a big man, but she took me deep last night, and I felt something I’d never felt before. Greedy, I called her, but it’s total lust on my end. I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone, and that includes Clara.

I position myself between her thighs as we lie on our sides. “Hitch your leg over my hip.” Letty spreads, doing as I ask, and I like how responsive she is to me. She hasn’t stopped anything I’ve asked of her yet.

Don’t take this experience from me. My heart leaped when she said this.

My finger dips into her, discovering she’s already wet, so I prep her with a few gentle pumps and then I brace myself at her entrance. I’m out of control with this woman, and I slip inside with one long thrust. She yelps a little and jackknifes forward, bending at the waist and drawing me deep from this angle.

“Okay, Cricket?” I worry I’ve hurt her. Clara was sensitive.

“So full,” she murmurs and slips her leg off my hip. The collapse of her thighs tightens her hold on me, and I slip in and out, pistoning like a revved-up engine. I wrap her hair around my fist and tug. Her back arches, and she hums that sound I’m coming to love. My pace increases. The tension builds. I’m not going to last.

“Letty, sweetheart. Get there. It’s too much.” She slips her hand between her thighs, and her fingers brush my dick slipping in and out of her. My eyes roll back, and I release her hair, gripping her hip instead. My God, she’s glorious. I want to hold out for her, but I don’t know if I can.

When she hisses my name, I know she’s close. I’m sweating, straining to keep the orgasm back. When she growls and arches her back again, the tension releases. A shower of my seed pumps into her, coating her insides while she clenches around me. I should have pulled out like I did last night, but I couldn’t help myself this morning. I want to fill her. I want to howl at the moon even though it’s daylight. My fingers curl over her hip as I still, allowing the release a final spill. When I settle, I tug her back to my chest and press my lips to her shoulder.

“Good morning,” I mutter. When she chuckles, the movement of her body jiggles me inside her.

“It is a good morning.” She rubs her hand up and down my forearm over her stomach. I want to hold her like this for the rest of my life. Feel her warmth around me and her chuckle vibrating up my spine. I like this woman. But too soon, I’ll have to take her back.

Not yet, she said, but soon enough.