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I stopped my struggles, but glared at him over my shoulder. "You could at least not hold me."
He grinned back. "But I'm comfortable."
"Your arms are going to go numb," I warned him.
"You're not as heavy as you think you are."
"Maybe you're stronger than you think."
"Maybe you need someone around to tell you you're beautiful more often than you tell yourself you're ugly," he scolded me.
I turned my face away from him and stuck my lips out in a pout. "I tell myself that because it's true."
He caught my chin between two fingers and turned my head so I faced him again. His eyes sparkled with mischief and something more, something deeper and warmer. "It's not true, and I'm going to prove it to you." He leaned down and caught my lips in a passion-filled kiss. We meshed our lips together in a soft duel and I turned around to face him so I could deepen the kiss. He pulled me closer and my breasts pushed against his hard chest.
After a few moments I broke the kiss and gasped for breath. "You. . .you do this a lot to girls you just met?" I teased him.
He smiled down at me and brushed a wisp of my hair from my face. "Only the beautiful ones."
He captured my lips in another searing kiss. My body ached with the tortured need I felt for him. I groaned and leaned against him. His hand slid down my clothed body and slipped beneath my shirt. He toyed with my bra before his fingers dipped beneath the flimsy cloth. He massaged my breast slowly, achingly slowly. I pushed my mound into his palm, encouraging him to feel me.
Nick pulled away from me and pulled my shirt over my head. His deft hands unclasped my bra and my upper half was naked to him. I covered my folds of fat with my hands and looked away, too embarrassed by my imperfect body to show it to him.
"Not that. Not with me," he cooed.
He pulled my hands away and lay me on my back while he hovered above me. He leaned down and captured one of my buds in his mouth. His warm lips suckled me. My body ignited with sensual heat. It pooled between my legs and left me with a feeling such aching need that I clawed at his shirt. He tossed that aside for me and I reveled in the feel of his warm flesh in my hands.
One of his hands slid down and unbuttoned my pants. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and through the coarse hair to the folds between my legs. I jumped when he grazed my sensitive nub. Sensual pleasure swept over my body and left me with chills. I clutched his shoulders and moaned as he rubbed his finger against my nub, teasing me with promises of what he could give to me. My hips thrust in time with his finger and the ache inside me grew worse. I needed him inside me, one with me.
"Please," I whimpered.
He lifted his head from my breast and I could see he gasped for breath. His eyes were ablaze with a lustful fire, but he strained to contain himself. His voice was hoarse with his need. "Please what?" he asked me.
"Please take me."
That was the final key to unlock our demanding desire for one another. I don't remember how our clothes flew off, but in a moment we were both naked beneath the covers. He draped his body over mine and his member teased my hot, wet opening. I wrapped my thick thighs around his waist and squirmed. I wanted, no, needed for him to take me, to make me his.
He raised himself on his arms and his eyes swept over me. He laid me bare with his heated gaze, and I shivered beneath such heat. "So beautiful," he whispered.
I blushed as he lowered himself atop me and slowly penetrated my body. He pushed himself deep inside me, and my warm walls captured him in their loving embrace. He paused and shuddered. "So. . .tight. . ." he gasped.
I brushed his hair through my fingers and rubbed our cheeks together. "So right," I moaned into his ear.
He pulled out and penetrated me, deeper this time. His strokes slid against my sensitive nerves, and each slide was a taste of lustful heaven. My body trembled and begged for more. More of him, more of our lovemaking, more of us. He pushed faster and our hips slid against each other, helped by our sweat-soaked bodies. I arched my back and moaned as he pressed again and again into me, each thrust more desperate and demanding than the one before it. His grunts filled the air as sweet music that made my body tremble with lust. We needed to be one, to know each other as only lovers could know one another.
"Oh god. Oh god. . ." I murmured as each push from my lover sent thrills through my body. He quickened his speed. Each penetrating stroke demanded I yield to him, to our joined, lustful desire. The ache was too much. I needed satisfaction, and I needed him with me. "Yes! More! Oh god, more!"
He grunted and thrust faster. Our slow love-making turned to a demanding rut as we each tried to make the other come with us. Feral thrust after feral thrust made my body quake with lust-filled tremors of a pleasure I couldn't imagine but longed to know. I ached for and dreaded the fulfillment of his lustful passions. I couldn't stop him in his wild thrusts, nor did I want to. Each penetration brought me closer to sweet, sensual fulfillment. All I could do was pet his hair and murmur into his ear words of encouragement.
"Yes. That's it. Oh god, yes. Faster. Oh my god yes!" I leaned my head back and reveled in the tremors that wracked my body with their sensual vibrations. "Take me! Yes! Yes!"
My body exploded into sweet, lustful orgasm. Waves crashed over my flesh and left me filled with pure, sensual pleasure. He thrust wildly into me, heightening my bliss until I knew nothing but him inside me stroking me hard and fast. I thrashed and screamed his name to the secluded cabin. He was my god and I his servant, and oh god did the worship feel good.
He finally spilled into me and fell atop me. I wheezed at the feel of his heavy, limp weight as it oozed over me. He wrapped his arms around me, slid onto his side and took me with him so I was pressed against his warm chest.
I snuggled against him and smiled. "Not bad," I teased.
He chuckled. "Not bad at all."
