I pulled in a breath and gripped onto his shoulders, not knowing how much more I was able to manage. “Scott, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” My voice broke the silence of the woods.
At that declaration, he sucked even harder, causing me to shudder. The wetness that built between my legs was more than evident now. I could tell he was enjoying the control he had over me, he placed his hand between my legs, cupping beneath the soft fabric of my jeans and pressing right up into my clit. He stroked me with his fingers, circling and circling, drawing me close to orgasmic bliss. I didn’t know that simple touch could feel so good and my need for him increased a hundred-fold.
I drew in a breath as he undid my jeans and slid them down my legs along with my panties. He also used that moment to slide his fingers inside me, touching me where I craved him the most, “You’re ready for me, Babydoll.”
I couldn’t even answer. He took off his shirt, revealing those muscles I’d fantasized about. He smiled confidently at the look I gave him and shrugged out of his jeans and boxers, unleashing the length of his cock. Damn, I’d forgotten how big he was. I watched him retrieve a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and roll it down himself, the sight of which was truly hot and made my mind spin over and over again. This, right here and now, naked in the woods about to have the wild sex he requested, was crazy and didn’t seem real. But it was.
Something filled me. It was that curiosity I had felt this morning, and I looked him over, wanting to remember how perfect he was, but also wanting to remember the way he looked at me. And that the look was all for me. I wanted to remember that intense need and desire that lit up his eyes as if he was desperate for me. I had seen him look at other women like that. To have him look at me like that did something to my insides that I never, ever expected.
I grabbed onto another breath I knew I’d need as he spun me around to face the tree and pressed my hands against the rough surface of the bark.
“You ready Babydoll?” He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot with the passion that surrounded us.
“I’m ready,” I said, turning slightly to face him, feeling so ready that my body was begging to have him inside me.
He placed a kiss on my lips, took hold of my waist and slid into me with one thrust that sent every nerve in my body into oblivion. I cried out from the intense pleasure and tried to keep myself from falling over. He gripped onto my waist and started moving slowly until he’d filled me. My body remembered his and was glad to have him back. I could feel it, that sense of familiarity that I could have only with him.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, building up his pace.
The pressure that built was unreal, and, if I hadn’t been holding onto that tree, I was sure I’d pass out. When his grip tightened, I knew that I should get ready for the wildness he spoke of, and here it was. His next thrust was deep enough to make my whole body singe with the ecstatic heat that licked at my skin, wiping my brain clean of thought. As soon as he did that, a mind-crippling orgasm made me cry out. He was pounding into me now, moving faster and faster, and I had to really focus to remember to breathe. It was definitely wild.
And, I was just along for the ride because I couldn’t possibly do anything else. Deeper and faster he went, hitting all the right spots, sending more fire, wave after wave, to consume my body and soul.
Flickers of light danced beneath my eyelids as I closed my eyes. The pleasure was so pure and explosive. Another orgasm built, and, as it took me, I realized he felt it, too. A deep cry escaped his lips and, God, he was moving faster.
“Fuck!” he cried, his voice rough, strained and full of emotion. The grip he had on my waist was almost painful. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt the pain for what it was, but I couldn’t feel anything besides that wildness of this moment. With one last thrust into me, I felt a shudder within the hard wall of his chest, then he stilled and moved his hand up my waist. My skin was dripping with sweat. So was his. I felt lost without him as he pulled out and spun me back around.
“Babydoll,” he breathed, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. I smiled into the kiss he then placed on my lips. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, appreciating the tenderness of his touch.
“That was wild.” My voice came out breathy and barely audible.
“Yeah, it sure was... You know what would be wilder?” A slow easy smile that revealed his gorgeous dimples filled his face and sent butterflies flying through my stomach.
“What?” I couldn’t imagine anything being wilder than that.
“Doing it again. Now. Before the tow truck comes.” The wicked smile that brightened his face did sinful things to my body. The idea sounded amazing. Of course, the only thing that was wilder than what we just did would be to do it again. I couldn’t wait. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.” As if I could have said no.
I’d ventured down the path, and he’d captured my mind and body. There was no way I was turning back now, not when I knew he held hot, sexual promises of fun which no one else had been able to give me.
The smile on his face grew, and lust filled his eyes. He sorted out himself and retrieved another condom from his wallet then leaned down and sucked my breasts. But, just as he was about to move to the next one, I stopped him and pressed my hands against his solid chest.
“Hey, Mister. It’s my turn to enjoy you.” I giggled at the surprised look on his face.
“I’m all yours, Babydoll.” He gave me a devastatingly gorgeous smile and stretched out his arms either side in surrender displaying his incredible body, that was all mine. I looked him over the way he had me, taking in each muscular definition, his hard pecs, the solid wall of abs running down his torso, and the edge of a Celtic swirl tattooed on his waist and on the base of his thigh. That one, you’d only be able to see if he was naked, like he was now.
I smiled to myself as I fixed my gaze on his huge, thick cock. That was my favorite part of him. Yes, I was definitely, most assuredly, going to enjoy him, and I’d start there.
Chapter 5
Scott
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Nothing seemed quite real from that point onwards, and I felt like the world had stopped around me and I was trapped in my need for her. We’d just about managed to get themselves together and decent before the mechanic came. The time had gone by so fast, too fast.
That second time left me weak from Abi’s touch and begging for more. On the whole ride to Lake Tahoe, I wanted her again. I wanted Abi badly, to the point where I thought I’d go crazy with the need that I had for her. It was hard to sit next to her in the tow truck and not touch her, and, worse, to wait all that time at the garage to do the paperwork when all I wanted to do was devour her. She wanted me too. I’d seen all the signs of her arousal, just like before.
The mechanic said the car could realistically be ready by tomorrow morning. Since I knew that Margo would be safe for the night, that sounded like music to my ears. I could tell it was the same for Abi. Her face lit up as I took her hand and led her to the very best hotel we could find. It was about fifteen minutes from the garage, in a quiet area that overlooked the bright blue waters of the lake. It was definitely beautiful, but I had another beauty to enjoy.
I booked the best room they had and enjoyed the little girly giggles Abi made when I picked her up and carried her to our room. I imagined her beautiful, fantasy body wrapped in silk sheets and me all over her. The minute I opened the door, I smiled with satisfaction at the décor. Yes, this was perfect. The bed was perfect, with cream-colored silky sheets that would look great against the bronze sun-kissed tone of my Babydoll’s skin. I put her down so she could look about the room.
“This is beautiful,” she beamed, rushing over to the long French window and gazing out at the scenic view that surrounded them. I agreed. It was beautiful but was nothing in comparison to the woman before me who was like walking temptation. When she turned back, she smiled at me, seeing that my attention
was fixed on her. She giggled when I walked over to her and kissed her, loving the taste of her lips. As the kiss got hotter, I moved with her over to the wall. She rested her head against it when I placed my arms either side of her.
I moved slowly. I wanted to take my time with her and appreciate her. I wanted to savor this moment with her as if I were indulging in an exquisite meal in the finest restaurant in the world. So, I looked her over, taking in the way she looked and how turned on she was for me. I could see it all.
“You’re giving me that look again.” A tiny smile danced on her delicious lips.
“What look would that be, baby?”
“Like you know what I’m thinking even before I do,” she whispered softly.
“I do. I know you and everything about you, remember?”
The flame that used to glow within her eyes for me blazed. It was so different than the hurt I saw there earlier, and it made me feel good that I was making progress. The fire had melted away the ice queen she had been this morning, along with the fortress she’d built to keep me out.
“I remember,” she said.
“Good.” I lowered my head to capture her lips again and enjoyed the sound she made when I moved to nibble on her neck.
“This is so crazy Scott,” she laughed.
“I know, and I want to enjoy you. Every little piece of you.”
She laughed again. “I want to enjoy you, too.”
It pleased me to hear that, and my already hard cock stirred against me at the memory of what she did to me earlier with her hot, wild mouth.
“You can, baby. All of me belongs to you. You’re Scott’s girl.” I fixed my gaze on hers. Maybe it sounded like sex talk, but I realized that it was actually how I felt. I’d been right to think the way I had about her, to think that she was the only woman I’d ever met that I should have been serious about. What an idiot I’d been. God, I was such a fool, and look at me now, desperate for her. So much more than I thought, or could have imagined.
“I’m Scott’s girl?” She giggled pointing to herself as if she didn’t know. I could easily get lost in her beauty.
“Always.” I smiled.
“Always?” Something that resembled that hurt flickered within her eyes, but only for a moment. It was gone before I could really take note of it, but it made me feel bad all the same. The same way I knew what she was thinking, I knew I was walking on dangerous ground, and I hoped she didn’t think I was toying with her emotions.
She looked down for a moment and said, “I lied earlier.”
“Baby, you told many lies earlier.” I reached for her chin and lifted her gaze back to me. “I couldn’t keep up. Which lie are we talking about?”
She smiled at my joke. “I said no when you asked me if I missed you.”
It was the first time all day that she let me in.
Sure, I knew she’d been just as consumed as I was when the passion gripped us, but this was her. Her soul was speaking.
“Did you miss me, Babydoll?” I kept my hands to her chin, holding her there because I wanted to see her eyes.
“Yes.”
“I missed you, too.” I told her. Now there was sadness in her eyes. I didn’t want her to feel sad. I didn’t want her to feel anything but happy and to feel the pleasure they felt earlier. “And your fantasy body.” I thought I’d bring it back to the fun, so as not to open wounds that shouldn’t have been made.
The smile returned to her face, and I went back to my plan to indulge on her fine body. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of her top, backward and forward over the hard peaks of her nipples, which were hard for me again. She pressed into the wall, enjoying the feel, just as I intended her to.
Enough waiting. It was time for action. I lifted the little top over her head and undid the pink clasp that held her bra together. Those beautiful breasts spilled out, full and rounded, ready to suck.
“I missed burying my face between your tits.” I did miss this, and so bury my face I did between her large globes, nuzzling the soft skin there and inhaling her sweet scent. She laughed as I rubbed my face between again, but drew in a breath as I made my way over to suck on her nipples. I wanted to do it like earlier and tease the pleasure out of her. The little bead hardened between my lips, and I looked up to see that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she gasped for air. I sucked her harder and moved over to the next one while I rolled the other between my fingers.
“That’s so good,” she moaned.
“I’m about to make you feel better.”
I lifted her up once more and gently lowered her to the center of the bed. I was right; she did look good there. She gave me the pleasure of taking off her jeans, but I decided to leave her panties on for a little longer. They were a soft pink, lacy high-leg ones that look almost like a thong. It was a great color against the gold of her skin .
Calm. I needed to stay calm. If I didn’t, I’d finish right here just from the sight of her. How could I have been without her for the last six years? And, worse, how had she been mine once and I allowed her to leave me? I was known for my swift ability to think fast when I played football; my team relied on that talent of mine. But, I hadn’t used it when I needed it the most. What an idiot I’d been. I shouldn’t have needed anybody besides the perfect woman who sat before me now.
I shrugged out of my own clothes and enjoyed the hungry look she gave me when she saw my super hard cock. I moved to her just wanting to kiss her. I wanted to taste that sweetness of her that made me want her. Only she tasted like this. She kissed me back with reckless abandon, and my soul sank into it. I traced kisses right down her body, from head to toe then back up to between her thighs where I parted her legs and ran my fingers right over her center and made a circling motion. I wished I could take a picture of how she looked right now. There was nothing more arousing than to see how turned on my woman was for me.
I didn’t stop circling, and the orgasm that shook her sent her reaching for me and shuddering against the sheets. Still, I held back on going beneath her panties because I wanted to see her do that again.
I stroked her again and again. Now, the strained look on her face was between pleasure and pain, but it was telling me that she wanted more, so much more. And I was ready to give it to her. I rolled the pink panties down her legs and tossed them with the rest of clothes on the ground. Then, before she could recover, I reached inside her with my fingers and stroked the jewel that would take me home, the spot that opened the doorway to pleasing her.
“Scott…” She cried out my name and grabbed onto the sheets.
A blast of pleasure and the same triumph I had felt earlier surged through me because she was all mine now. All mine, and I had to taste her. I went down between her legs and relished the sweet taste of her. She was sweet like fruit, like the most delicious fruit I had ever tasted, and never had until now. I stayed there, greedily, as orgasm and pleasure shook her, and until the need to be inside her completely overwhelmed me.
Earlier, my knees nearly buckled when I first thrust in. It was the very same feeling of pleasure that rippled through me now as I made my way inside her, and I was glad for the bed. The look on her face got me going, pumping deeper and faster into her. The mindless sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips sent me overboard, and I couldn’t control my pace. I’d wanted to go slow here, too, but my mind was way past that thought, and my body took over. I hammered into her, sending her into more orgasmic fits. This fiery possession that took hold of me scorched my soul, and I lost all awareness I had on reality.
It all felt like a dream.
At least I could rely on my ability to last, and I did last for what seemed like eons. Just like that, we were joined as one in the intimacy that bounded us. I felt my own release starting to build, and I held back, trying my best to go on for even longer, but her orgasm weakened me, and we came as one in a shuddering cry that I was sure shook the room.
I practically collapsed next to her on the bed, breath
ing hard and unable to steady my racing heart. I turned and looked at her next to me, her hair damp with sweat and her skin glowing. It made me want her again, and I was shocked to find myself going hard again. We’d already gone three times in a matter of hours, and I wanted her again.
It had to be my punishment for letting her go.
Now I was cursed to always want her.
She snuggled against me and I held her close to my chest. I looked ahead at the beautiful scenery outside. She looked on, too. “We should check it out,” she suggested, seeming to read my thoughts. “It’s not like we’re in a rush anymore.”
She smiled when I looked down at her. “No, and I have another idea.”
She laughed. “We’ve already had seriously wild sex three times, Scott.”
“I know, but how about we go out and have a great time.”
Down the road, there was a casino and a club. It was still quite early, so we could have time to explore the place and then come back here for even more fun.
“Yes, it’s like we’re here on vacation,” she giggled.
“Come on, let’s go.”
The walk by the lake was great. No one would have been able to guess that we weren’t really there on vacation, or that we hadn’t always walked together as a couple. We walked arm in arm and enjoyed the beauty.
As night fell, and we made our way to the casino, I felt I should call Margo to see if she was okay. She was; she was tucked away safely in the staff room at the bus station. That ticked the checkbox in our minds, so all that lay ahead for us was a wild night of fun. The trip to the casino began with some tequila shots at the bar which sent us into a crazy frenzy. I remembered more drinking with her, dancing, winning three thousand dollars at the roulette table which I gave to her, and more sex in the alleyway behind the club, and then even more when we got back to the hotel in the elevator, and then much more when we got back to our room. we were out of control and had pushed past the boundaries of mere fun. All night, we devoured each other until we both passed out.
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