AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She reached down and took hold of him, arching up so that with a slight rock of his hips he was at her opening. A slight flex and he’d be inside her. He swept his mouth over her temple and felt the wild thrum of her pulse. Another way they were the same.
Then she was taking him in, moaning a little at the tight fit. Whimpering when he’d finally inched all the way in, her entrance stretching slickly while he pressed on. Even as ready as she was, she couldn’t smother her wince once he’d gone as far as he could.
“I know ‘you’re big’ is a cliché but right now it feels like an understatement,” she gasped, digging her nails into his arms.
“It’s been a while,” he managed, trying like hell not to move while she got used to him. But then she wriggled and he let out a long, low curse that seemed to set off some manic chain reaction in his body. He rocked his hips, embedding himself so deep that she bucked.
“Oh fuck, Ror. You’re incredible.”
“You too.” She closed her eyes and reached down to touch her clit, her fingers brushing over the base of his cock. A smile curved her lips. “Incredibly big.”
Chuckling, he started to move, gently at first, not leaving her, just working himself back and forth. Her nails scraped down his back and he palmed the soft cheeks of her ass, lifting her into his thrusts. She rose off the blanket, her dark-red nipples pointing straight up while she absorbed his battering strokes.
“Gonna be quick,” he warned, already at the precipice. She gave a quick squeeze of her pussy around him, almost playfully, and he groaned. “Real quick, baby.”
“Give it to me. All you’ve got.” Those seeking fingers between their bodies circled faster. Frantic now. “God, Sam.”
He looked down at his cock slick with her juice, powering in and out of her sweet pussy. And his control snapped.
Her name left his mouth in a shout and he reared back, continuing his strokes while his hot spurts filled her. Spilling out around his length, dripping down into the crack of her ass. She shook under his onslaught, her hand stilling as she hurtled over her own peak, so hard that he swore his spine twisted from the force of her spasms.
He fell over her, pulling up only when she let out a protest. “Sorry.”
She reached down to palm his ass, settling him over her in a way they could both live with while they caught their breath. “I always thought size was a myth,” she said after a moment. “But I’ve realized something.”
It was hard not to grin when he felt as if he’d been carved open and inlaid with pure gold. “What’s that?”
“It might not be necessary but it sure is nice.”
Her dreamy tone made him laugh. He kissed her jaw, leaving his lips there while he waited for his heartbeat to level. It had to happen eventually, right?
Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville filled the room and she started to sing in a loud, clear voice, eliciting a whole new round of laughter. “You sound drunk.”
“Sex-drunk. A little-known phenomenon.”
He leaned up to study her slumberous face. “It looks good on you.” He kissed his way down her neck and between her breasts, sliding down to cover her ribs and the hollows on either side of her navel. He looked up when he arrived between her thighs, noting with satisfaction the lust already filtering back into her hazy expression. “So does this,” he murmured, sifting through her sodden curls.
She rose on her elbows, watching him. “You like seeing your cum spilling out of me, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He lowered his head and arrowed his tongue into her drenched folds, closing his eyes at her soft cry. “Like tasting it too,” he whispered against her, dragging his mouth up and down her slit while he drank down their mingled releases. The sweetness of her pussy and the salt from his own remnants burst over his tongue, then he crawled back up to kiss her, sliding inside her mouth so she could experience it too.
She made that purring sound he loved before easing back and smacking her lips. “You’re a bad boy, Mr. Miller. I think I like it.”
“Good.” Her laughter washed over him as he rolled her on top of him. “Because, Ms. Fowler, you’re about to see firsthand just how bad I get.”
* * * * *
Later, much later, after a storm of lovemaking—and fucking, she was delighted to note—Rory stumbled up from the blanket and down the hall to the bathroom. The CD changer had long ago gone silent and the fire had burned down to nothing but not before they’d toasted marshmallows on real wooden sticks and fed them to each other.
She stopped outside the closed bathroom door and hugged herself. The night had been a dream and it wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.
She reached down to open the door just as furious scratching sounded from the other side. Pulling it open, she let out a yelp as a ball of fur streaked by her ankle.
“What?” Sam said, hurrying down the hall with the blanket hastily thrown around his semi-sized hips. “What’s wrong?”
“I think it was the cat.”
“Oh shit. Junior. I meant to let him out once we’d…but then it kept going and going and…” She giggled at his tormented expression. “It’s not funny.”
