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I drag the fingertips of my free hand from the center of her collarbone, through the valley between her breasts, and down to her navel before skimming back up to toy with her nipple. Leaning in, I glide my tongue over the other, and in tandem, I bite and pinch, suck and twist, building the fiery need between us. Her cries are a crescendo of moans and whimpers—her body reveling in my devout touch.
“Oh fuck, please god, please.” Her filthy noises morph into begging pleas for release.
I thrust deeper and harder into her ass, giving the backs of her thighs a quick sharp slap each. Her pussy contracts around nothing and that just won't do. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I fill her achingly empty core with three fingers, curling them forward, seeking the rough spot along her front wall.
Her body rockets forward, spasming with uncontrollable movements as her orgasm tears through her in an endless wave of highs and lows. Still, I don’t let up. I continue to fuck her pussy and ass in unison, drawing out her orgasm as long as I can.
Her head falls back, and she cries, “No more. Please, I can’t.”
“One more,” I growl, deep and throaty, punctuating my demand with a rough thrust. I’m just as close to the edge as she is, and I’m not sure how much longer I can stave off my impending release. “I know you have another one in you, give it to me, Bambi.”
She mewls incoherently and I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy, focusing on her clit. I draw circles around it, increasing the pressure with each pass while keeping my strokes evenly paced, thrusting in and out of her tight ass. Fuck she feels so damn good around my cock. I’m convinced even more now than I was earlier that being inside her is akin to heaven.
Her muscles tense, and a devilish grin splits my face in half as another orgasm blasts its way through her system. If the way her body’s convulsing is any sign, this might be the strongest one yet. How many is that now? Three, four? Doesn’t matter, it will never be enough.
That unmistakable tingle builds in my lower spine and I pull my dick out of her, wrapping my arm around her middle and moving her from the barrel to the floor so she’s kneeling in front of me. “Open your mouth, tongue out.”
Bambi’s expression is dazed, but she complies. I pump my shaft and my balls tighten, roaring out my release. White ropes of come shoot into her mouth, down her chin, and across her neck in a stunning claiming. She swallows my arousal like a goddamn champ, licking her lips as if she wants more. Maybe she’s not so dazed after all.
Collapsing to the floor, she sighs and drapes her forearm over her face. “I don’t even care that this floor is dirty. The cool stone is heaven against my burning skin.”
I brace myself on the wooden barrel and pull in a few deep breaths. The tasting room is bathed in our shared panted breaths and lingering arousal. There’s a tacky quality to the air, clinging to my sweaty skin. My gaze burns tracks up and down the doe’s body. Her breasts rise and fall in quick succession as she too works to calm herself. A flush tints her creamy skin a rose color, and her pert ass still holds my handprint. Fuck, that’s so goddamn sexy. I want to leave my marks all over her, branding her as my own. How has this wild, carefree woman ingrained herself into my subconscious that all my thoughts revolve around her? I can’t even blame it on the sex, she’s had me hooked since her smart mouth opened on the plane. It’s insanity.
I sweep her into my arms and set her on top of the small white countertop next to the sink.
“Can I touch you?” she mumbles. Her eyes are still glazed over—looking decidedly doe-like—but the smile lifting her cheeks is one hundred percent one of absolute satisfaction.
“Yes,” I tell her, rubbing my thumbs in semi-circles over her hip bones.
“Awesome, remind me of that when I’m not boneless. For now, hold me up so I don’t fall. I think you fucked my spine out of me, and my legs have turned to useless heaps of jello.”
“Glad to be of service,” I murmur, holding her with one hand and using my other to wet a few paper towels with warm water. “Can you spread your legs for me? I want to clean you up, Bambi.”
Her throat works, swallowing repeatedly before she nods and slowly pries her legs apart. Her pussy is gleaming with arousal and just as flushed and abused as her ass cheeks. My cock comes to life, jumping at the sight, and I have to stifle a groan. This is about making sure she’s okay and taken care of, not my endlessly hungry libido.
“Fuck a duck that’s sensitive,” she hisses, clamping her legs closed around my hand.
“I understand, but it’s better if you let me do this now, than have you sit with our combined arousal until the morning.” She sighs and relaxes her thighs, opening up to me again. I carefully wipe away the excess arousal before moving on, mindful of the areas that are more of an angry red, like her nipples.
“Cocksucker,” she blurts out and I pause, wondering if she’s hurting so much that my soft swipes are painful to her. “Oh, sorry, that was just the first word that popped into my mind,” she gives me a sheepish smile, but there’s a line of worry creasing her features. “We didn’t use a condom this time. I was so drunk on you and tipsy from that tequila, I fucking forgot. Shit. Shit. Shit.” She smacks herself on the forehead. “I’m not worried about kids, I have an IUD—though I should probably go see my gyno when I get home to make sure you didn’t fuck it out of me.” A laugh like sweet tinkling bells falls from her lips, echoing through the tasting room. “All I’m saying is I better not become one of those bumper stickers that says I went to Mexico and all I got was … an STD.”
I can’t even be offended because I too forgot about a condom. How the fuck does that happen?
“I’m clean. I get tested regularly.” I raise my brow at her.
“Oh, I’m clean too. I was tested after my ex and I broke up and I haven’t been with anyone but B.O.B. since.”
“Bob?” I ground out, taken back by the immediate jealousy flashing through me.
She smirks at me like she knows where my thoughts jumped to and says, “Yes, B.O.B., battery operated boyfriend.”
“You are so much trouble,” I grumble, incapable of hiding the grin tipping one corner of my mouth.
“I’ve been called worse.”
I shake my head and finish cleaning her up. If we were back in Los Angeles, I’d pull her into my walk-in shower and use my bodywash to thoroughly clean her so she smells like me, before running a warm bath with epsom salts and arnica oil to mend her sore muscles.
I throw on my jeans and toss Bambi my shirt. While she slips it over her head, I push a small wooden table against the wall and lay out a few extra towels I found in the utility closet. It’s not a bed, but it’ll have to do for the night. I climb on top and lean back, shivering at the cold stone pressing into my still heated flesh.
