“Do you trust me?” He whispered into her ear again. She nodded. “Then relax,” he urged, waiting for her muscles to lay against his again. This time, his fingers slipped lower into her fold and crease and began to stroke the leftover juices from their lovemaking.
Lyssie began to moan softly. It was going to be a long night.
A QUICKIE
Chad unlocked the doors to his black BMW and started the engine, peeling out of the driveway. Kris glanced over to him as they sped down the highway in silence until after three hours, they stopped. They were told they needed to get out of town quick, and he took the car that his boss left for him and threw Kris in the passenger side despite her protests.
Chad pulled off the road to a decent hotel, nothing fancy but something with breakfast. Kris hung back and said nothing as he fished the key from his pants pocket, opening the door to the room.
He swung the duffel bag on the desk next to the television. It held a change of clothing so they could dispose of their old ones.
Kris unzipped the bag and dumped the contents in the middle of the floor while Chad pulled the curtains shut for privacy. Kris watched him with a devilish gleam in her eyes, waiting for him to notice her. He looked her square in the eye, and was taken aback when Kris, full of adrenaline, pounced on him like a cat on the hunt.
Not one to waste the opportunity, Chad immediately followed her lead, his hands cupping her neck and then stripping off her clothing, yanking the shirt over her head and her panties straight down her thighs. She stood before him, her panties around her knees and her bra thrown to the corner of the room. With one deft move she stepped out of her lacey cheekies and proudly lifted her bare breasts with confidence.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed. Kris began to unbutton his shirt, baring his hard chest. Her slender fingers pulled on his belt and then unbuttoned his fly, and she yanked the pants down and off, using her foot to push the pants around his feet and out of the way. Her hands slid into the waistband of his boxers and felt his arousal swell to fill her palm.
“I’m fucking gorgeous, and you’re fucking hard,” she pushed him backward onto the bed, crawling over his body. Chad ran his hands over her body, starting at her ribcage and running over her hips. His hands ran through her hair and then yanked her mouth down to his, smashing his lips to hers, their mouths opening in unison, hot and urging.
His hands, strong and hard, grabbed her legs and pulled so she was straddling him. Kris tested him, rubbing her clit over his bare cock, moistening its length with her slick folds. Chad grabbed her bottom and squeezed, cupping her backside and then ran up her sides and then to her breasts, testing the flesh. Kris’s fingers weaved through his hair as she flattened her body against his, pushing her breasts against his bare chest.
His tongue went through her mouth, gave a thorough sweep, and then sought out her neck, tasting her skin, leaving marks along her throat and collarbone.
“I need to be inside you,” he breathed in her face. Kris gave him a wicked smile, sitting up straight. She scooted backward off his legs and wrapped her dainty fingers around his rigid length, wiping him gently. She flicked her tongue around the head of his penis and left a lingering kiss on the shaft before she repositioned herself on his lap.
“Chad, I need you to be in me too,” she whispered against his cheek. Chad felt her grab him with her hand and rub the head of his penis against the hidden apex of her thighs, felt his engorged tip enter her slightly before she gave him a wickedly teasing smile. He jumped against her hand at the anticipation of it, and the she guided him into her, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in ecstasy as a moan escaped her lips, her face lifted in pure fulfillment.
It wasn’t just a physical release anymore. Kris placed her hands flat on his chest, bracing herself as her hips rocked forward and back. Chad grabbed her arms and pulled her body against his, his hands at her waist.
Chad groaned as she rubbed herself against him, small broken moans escaping her throat. She buried her face in his neck as he slid his hands to her hips, helping her grind against him.
He flipped her on her back and pinned her arms above her head.
“Kris, I love you,” he whispered harshly in her ear.
“What do you want? Tell me what you want,” Kris gasped, her eyes locking with his. Chad bent his head and let his tongue delve into her mouth, feeling her moans against his lips.
His breathing grew harsh. “I want you to come,” he demanded, his thrusts forceful and direct. He pushed his right arm under her knee, forcing her thigh open.
Kris felt him stroke harder and deeper, and she let out a gasp. She felt the deep stirring of heat in her lower belly and she began to lift her hips to meet each one of his determined thrusts. Chad let go of her leg and wrapped his arms under her bottom, pulling on her hips as his hard cock began to pulsate. She could feel the hot fluid burst through her as he groaned, her inner muscles clutching his shaft.
He collapsed on top her, his hair damp and body slightly sweaty. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath, sated.
“You made me sweaty,” Kris murmured, pushing up on his chest. “And you’re crushing me,” she teased, grinning.
“And you drive me wild,” he kissed her quick. Kris wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, her mouth twisting and moving, her tongue grazing and sliding on his.
“Again?” She asked innocently.
He laughed. “You’re going to kill me,” he sighed, pulling out. “But I can think of no better way to die.”
A TEXAS GENTLEMAN
Logan left his hat in his lap, and lifted his eyes to the sky, the rain picking up even more. “It’s really normal to get a lot of rain at the beginning and end of the season. It usually dies off early June, and then picks up in August.”
Zoë watched him, aware that he was growing nervous. Without warning, Logan lifted a trembling hand and pushed the wet strands of hair away from her face. Zoë stifled her giggle as she felt his trembling knuckles brush against her cheek, his hand shaking from being cold and from being nervous.
Logan moved with such a slow pace, she wasn’t sure he even wanted to do what he was doing, or if he just felt like maybe he should, but he cupped her chin, his palm light and graceful, and he lowered his head slightly toward hers.
Zoë stopped talking at the moment, and let him awkwardly start to find her lips with his. He seemed terribly out of his element when he closed his eyes, but the moment his lips touched hers, she relaxed against him.
His lips were soft and pliable, and his other hand gripped his hat like it would fly away with the first breeze. She was amazed by his ability to not move too fast.
“Is that okay?” He whispered, pulling away. Zoë nodded, silent, and let him kiss her again, this time his mouth moving a little faster and a little harder. She gave a little more urgency, and this time she initiated the tip of her tongue against his lips. He opened them slightly and let her take the lead, answering her urgency with his own.
Zoë felt herself slipping away with delight. This was the first intimate moment she had felt in over five years, and she had forgotten how good it felt to feel aroused. When his other hand let go of his hat and his fingers trailed from her neck into her hair, she pulled away, biting her lip.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, shoving his hat back onto his head. “I know you didn’t come up here looking for that.” Logan stood up to his feet, his face and neck red. He was unable to look at her, embarrassed.
Zoë didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to agree with him: what crazy person didn’t want those feelings? But she didn’t want to change his mind either for fear that he would think she was easy and would just fall into his lap looking for sex. Apparently, she had let too much time pass, because he seemed to make up his mind in the moment that she debated what to do.
“I’m not looking for a relationship, Zoë. I am over the love ‘thing’.” He shook his head. “I want
you to know that,” he finally picked up her gaze. She swallowed hard and nodded quickly.
“Yeah, me neither.” She agreed, standing to her feet and brushing herself off. I could do just a sex thing though. I’m okay with that. I’ve done the love thing and the divorce thing. Just a hot summer sex thing, and then we say goodbye on the same terms. Zoë thought to herself. The trail was a loop, descending down toward the small little valley they started in and the ranch a beautiful sight from their point of view. The lodge looked like a small cabin from their distance, and the horses were clumped together in the large pasture runs.
“So what’s your plan after the summer?” Logan inquired, breaking the silence.
“I guess I haven’t thought that far ahead,” Zoë replied sullenly. “I just wanted to accomplish what I set out to do this summer. To find myself and be at peace with who I am. To learn how to be a nice person again…a solid, secure, nice person,” she gave out a sudden yelp when she lost her footing, slipping down the trail.
Logan’s hand shot out and grabbed her elbow, hoping to steady her. By the time he grabbed her arm she was already on the ground, the leg and hip of her jeans covered in brown mud. He helped her back to her feet, still holding onto her.
“You alright?” He asked her. She pulled her arm out of his grasp, and she stared at her legs. Zoë didn’t say anything, continuing her way down the trail on shaky legs, her hip aching where she fell. She was now cold, wet, and she was pretty sure in the morning she’d have a bruise to look at in the mirror. Zoë didn’t say anything and picked up her pace, wishing she could move down the mountain faster. “What’s the hurry? What’s the deal?” Logan hurried to keep up with her.
Once they were back on flat ground, she hurried to her cabin, busting through the door and ignoring Charlie, her dog who was bounding against her. Logan followed her in, letting the door slam shut with a loud bang.
“You can leave,” she snapped, washing her hands off in the sink of the bathroom. Logan did just the opposite, standing in the doorway to her bathroom, watching her rinse her hands. He saw her inspect the scrapes on her palms, and shoved off the doorframe, taking her hands in his own. Without thinking about it, he pressed his lips against the abrasions. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, the gray-green twinkle entrapping her; she met his gaze with equal measure. Logan noticed the defiance in her eyes, intrigued and mesmerized by her open confidence.
“I was just concerned for you,” he smiled against her palms, his smile growing when she yanked them away.
“Concern doesn’t require kisses,” she put her hands on his chest, trying to push him out of the doorway. He braced himself against the doorframe, refusing to move and amused by her growing strength.
“What is your problem?” He threw his hands up, letting her past him. He watched her yank off her mud-covered jeans, noting her pink panties with lace trim. Her legs were not long so much as they were beautifully proportionate, toned with skin that looked smooth and he bet tasted like velvet. She had removed her coat and sweater and stood clad in the living room in her underwear and tank.
“You’re the one who said you weren’t looking for a relationship. And I’m letting you know, I’m not the easy-lay type,” she scoffed, whirling around to stare at him. He crossed the floor quickly, his hands splaying out across her ribcage, sliding down to her waist.
“Maybe I take it back,” he said softly, his grip squeezing her slightly.
“Your hands are cold,” she looked up at him, her eyes dancing with temptation.
“Your body is warm. They’ll only be cold for a moment,” he assured her, his fingers creeping up toward her breasts. When his hands reached their round fullness, he brushed over them slightly, watching to see if she responded.
“I told you…I’m not just a one night stand. If you don’t want a relationship, that’s fine, but I’m not in this for the sex either,” she murmured.
“Just hush,” he lowered his mouth over hers, his hands on her neck. He moved them down her shoulders, to the sides of her breasts, all the way down to her waist. Her mouth responded, their tongues pressing against each other, his mouth planting tiny kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
Logan paused, removing his vest and hat, throwing them down on the couch. When he was free of his outer clothing, he wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her close against him, his hands running across her body, cupping her bottom.
Zoë let out a small whimper, her arms wrapping around his body, her hands gripping his shirt, the fabric gathering between her fingers. He pushed his vest and hat off the couch and lowered her back onto the cushions, settling his torso between her legs. Even behind his jeans she could feel his arousal hardening, pushing against the zipper. Her hands dropped to his thighs, her fingers kneading the hard muscle hoping her fingers would tantalize him even more.
“Do you like that?” He teased, pressing his hips into her. She unbuttoned his fly, stopping there. He chuckled, pushing his pants down his hips, realizing he still had his boots on. He shuffled out of them as quickly as possible, kicked off his pants, and knelt between her legs. Her hair was disheveled, her mouth rosy pink and swollen.
“Is something wrong?” She asked slightly breathless, concern creeping into her voice. He laid his body over hers, careful to hold his weight.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he kissed her deep and slow. “You’re just too beautiful to do it this way,” he rose off the couch and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet. He led her to the bedroom to the bed, lay down, and pulled her down next to him. He knelt over her and lifted her camisole over her head, her nipples hardening and darkening. Her ribcage rose and fell with short, quick breaths, her nerves creating gooseflesh on her arms and legs. She shivered, drawing her knees up.
“Cold?” He smiled. Zoë nodded. He pulled off his shirt, his body toned. Zoë stared at his chest and his arms, his slightly bronzed skin stretched tight over his strong physique.
“Really? No boxers?” She smiled over his choice of undergarment, gray boxer briefs. He shook his head, his lips kissing her knees, slowly moving up her right thigh. She smiled, her hands cupping his face, encouraging him to kiss her again.
Logan’s hand started at her foot and slid up her leg to her knee, pushing her thighs apart. She relaxed, her legs sliding away from each other, and he settled his body over hers, his hips lowering against her torso.
Zoë’s legs entwined with his and he moved against her, his mouth on the swell of her breast. She arched against him, and his hands went under her bottom, pulling her closer. She rubbed her body against his, trying to feel every part of him, her nipples rubbing up against his bare chest. Her hands touched his arousal, and she could feel its steady width between her fingers.
“Am I ready?” He asked breathless, pushing it against her hand. She nodded, biting her lip, staring into his eyes. She pushed off his briefs, sliding them over his hips and down his thighs. His arousal brushed against her and she shifted and sucked in her breath.
Zoë closed her eyes the moment she felt him push his way inside her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hand pushed her thigh up so he could sink deeper, his forehead resting on her shoulder. He withdrew himself and plunged forward again. Zoë lifted her hips to meet his, aching to take as much of him as possible. She could feel him thrust over and over, harder and deeper while her hands grabbed his bottom to pull him further.
Her breathing was labored and Logan’s tongue entered her mouth once again. He squeezed her bottom, pulling her against him and her hips rose and fell with each of his thrusts, her body feeling fevered and taut. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her fingers dug into his shoulders and he groaned, pumping faster against her.
“Zoë, I’m fixin’ to come,” he strained, his breathing hot and heavy against her cheek. She said nothing and matched his pace, her legs pulling him tighter and closer. Zoë felt her core tighten and relax, her breathing hard and fast. She felt him jerk against her, hard and hot, his ches
t heavy against her naked breasts. She finally felt his weight against her, his shaft swelling and shuddering inside her.
She felt shaken, her body reacting to his, her mind confused. All at once, she wasn’t sure if he had enjoyed it, or if it was just another tumble of release for him.
“Was it okay?” She asked quietly, squeezing her eyes shut. Logan kissed her forehead, lifting his body off of hers, looking for his briefs.
“It was good,” he smiled, pulling on his pants next. Zoë rolled onto her side, staring at him, feeling slightly disappointed that he was so quick to leave. “Are you upset?” He pulled on his shirt, sitting down on her bed, the mattress sinking around his body.
“No,” she gave a wry smile, staring up at him.
“You aren’t disappointed are you? Or have regrets?” He grabbed her arm, pushing her onto her back, her naked body exposed. He leaned down, planting several kisses across her belly. Zoë ran her fingers through his hair, contemplating what her emotions were. Logan seemed satisfied with her non-answer, and stood up. “I want to take you out,” he offered.
Zoë pulled her cami back on, sitting up. Logan hid his disappointment as he watched her pin her hair up and that her beautiful body was covered again. He could still see her nipples, faded through the cloth, and he thumbed over their erectness, his hands running over her body and lingering at the waist.
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