Dammit if she does think I don’t want it to.
I saw the way she was looking at me. Those piercing eyes. That lustful look.
She was waiting for me to take her, and it took everything inside me not to.
Not yet anyways. I need to examine her and make sure she’s all right.
Plus she’s just had a life or death experience. Her emotions are on overload, as are mine. I don’t want her to start something she might regret later. I want her being with me to be a conscious decision, but by the looks she was giving me she decided that long ago.
And it’s a decision I’ve come to since the first moment I saw her. I tried to play it off and convince my mind it wasn’t what I wanted, but you can’t fool yourself. Isn’t possible and I have no idea why I thought I’d be the first person in human history to make it work.
And speaking of my history it’s been a long, long time since I was with a woman…and certainly never one like her.
There was never a woman who draws me in like she does. One who completely captivates me and makes me feel not only the physical things, but the mental aspects as well.
I was always addicted to my work and helping others, but now I can’t think of anything else but to help myself.
But not until I have a chance to look at her.
Examining her is going to be tough. How am I going to control myself? How will I be able to avoid the temptation not to look places I shouldn’t.
This isn’t about me being aroused from not having been with a woman in so long. This is about me never being with her, and knowing that never will turn into always once I have my first taste of her.
I sit down on the couch and try and calm down. There’s no way.
My cock feels thicker, harder, and longer than the logs I used to build this cabin. It hurts so bad I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stand up.
I can hear the water going and I just want to get up and go in that bathroom right now and push her body against the wall and slide my dick inside her under the warm water. Thankfully I installed a boiler for the water for warm showers. The Spartan cold showers I’m used to would never be acceptable for a woman like her.
But there are no other women like her. That’s the point. And that’s the part that’s driving me wild.
I just can’t believe I found her, and she found me, and I was so close to losing her before I even had her.
But once I do I’m going to hang on to her for dear life.
The water stops and I hear some movement.
God, she’s in there naked right now. Naked and dripping wet. Clean as a whistle and fresh as the air up here. There’s no way she could look more beautiful than fresh out of the shower, free of makeup and clothes. One hundred percent natural and one million percent absolutely beautiful.
How I want to go in there right now, even just to get a look. But once I lay my eyes on that body of hers I know one look will turn into a whole lot more. There will be no turning back and no controlling what I want.
I hear footsteps and I turn.
She steps out into the main room wearing a white Henley shirt of mine and a pair of my underwear.
She’s not totally dry and I can see through the top and the bottom. The shirts so big it’s falling off the side of her shoulder, only the curve of her breast is keeping it in place.
I want to freeze this image in my mind forever. No woman has ever looked this incredible nor will one ever again.
Scratch that. I want to see the glow on her face after the first time I claim her. The look when I make her climax and then the come down after when she processes what just happened and what’s going to happen for the rest of her life.
That will compare. That and when she gives birth to our first child.
So many things to look forward to and the mental pictures are already being taken.
But first I need to slow down and enjoy the here and now.
There’s no time like the first time, but first I have to make sure she’s not hurt.
CHAPTER 9
Maple
I sit on the footstool just in front of Forrest, who is on the couch.
Those big strong hands of his that rescued me have now turned to gentle, caring touches as he takes my hair and moves it around my back and to the front.
“Do you feel any pain?” he asks, as he gently massages my neck.
Pain? Yeah, the pain in my panties you’re causing me from not being inside me.
But wait. I’m not even wearing my own panties. I’m wearing his boxers, and barely at that. They’re so big it’s hard to keep them on. Not to mention there’s a very big, and very obvious indent in the front pouch where his manliness would go.
Has he stretched them out that much? Did he do so when he was thinking about me?
“No. Only pleasure,” I say. “I mean, it feels really good.”
“Good. I’m going to run my hands down your back slowly. I’ll look for certain muscles which might have taken an undue amount of trauma. Just let me know if you feel anything.”
“Okay.”
His hands move down my neck and out across my shoulder. His touch feels wonderful. Too wonderful in fact as I feel my nipples harden and I know I’m already making a mess of the underwear he’s loaned me. Giving them back is going to be embarrassing, unless he’s the one who takes them off me.
His hands gently massage my shoulders before slowly descending to my upper back.
His hands are in the position of something like a spider and I only feel the tips of his fingers, but I’m quickly reminded of just how much strength those fingers have when he makes light grasps across my back as his fingers put pressure on my muscles and then release, only to repeat the process.
I never thought a massage, or inspection if that’s what he’s calling it, could be performed that way. Then again I never met a doctor who was also a mountain man who was also the most masculine and sexy man I’d ever seen. And an older man who knew what he wanted in life, and had likely already achieved most of it.
His fingertips continue working their way down my back and my mind continues thinking of all the other ways I want him to please me. It’s not that this isn’t good enough, it’s just that the ways I have in mind don’t involve clothes and do involve putting pressure in a different spot.
In my fantasy I’m the one who’s buying my fingertips into his back, while he buries something else into me.
I close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me until his fingertips reach my lower back, hitting an erogenous zone I didn’t even know I had.
“There are a lot of nerve endings down there,” he says.
“Ummm hmmm. I just noticed,” I say.
“There was no pain during any of that?” he asks.
“Not. At. All.”
“Good. I’m going to pull the shirt back just a bit and take a look down your back to see if you’re scratched.”
He pauses as if waiting for me to reply, but I’m not about to give him permission. I want him to take anything and everything he wants.
I feel the fabric move away from my back and the heat from his face as he moves in closer to me.
I know he’s looking down my back now and it seems like time freezes at the thought of it. He’s completely still, saying nothing and taking more time than I would guess to just take a peek, not that I’m complaining.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I don’t see any…injuries.”
“That’s goooood,” I say still enjoying the heat from his face so close to my skin and his scent filling the air around me.
I move just slightly on the chair and I feel his…no! It can’t be that big.
I feel his erection pressing through his jeans and into my ass and now I can’t wait any longer.
I need him. I have to have him inside me.
And the feeling of our contact sends him over the edge too.
Suddenly his hands wrap around my waist and I feel his warm c
heek against my upper back. His face pulls away and then I feel his lips kiss me ever so gently right where my neck meets my back.
I get goose bumps everywhere and my back straightens up like a tree in the forest growing straight up searching for light.
And I’m the light and he’s the darkness, which he reminds me when a light whimper escapes me out of nowhere just before he answers with a growl of his own.
His hands slide up the front of my body and cup my breasts over the top of the fabric and then all hell breaks loose as our pent up sexual energy comes loose like an uncaged animals.
CHAPTER 10
Forrest
I grab her hips hard and spin her around bringing her leg up and around my body so we’re face to face.
My hands slide behind her hips and squeeze that juicy ass of her, pulling her toward me.
She starts to stand but there’s no use. I’m already lifting her right into my lap where she can straddle me and I can feel her body pressed against mine.
Her hands take my face and she brings her mouth down on mine, kissing me almost as hard as I kiss her back.
My right hand slides underneath my Henley and up her back while my other hand squeezes and release her ass, getting a handful each time before pulling my hand back and bringing it down hard, feeling the jiggle ripple through her ass and reverberate onto my lap.
She grinds on my cock, but I can’t take it. It’s too painful due to the pressure she’s already built up in my dick as it’s been doing its damndest not to bust prematurely.
I stand up and kick away the stool, giving her room to stand while we both frantically remove our clothes.
She’s faster than me and I see that beautiful body of hers on display and grab my shirt so hard it rips.
I don’t care. I’ve got more like it, but she’s one of a kind.
I throw the shirt to the side and slide out of my pants and underwear. Before I can even take a step toward her she lunges toward me jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my midsection as I hold her suspended in the air.
It’s just like how we were over the edge of the mountain face, and just as exhilarating. Except that time was all about death, and this time it’s all about life.
Like the seed I’m going to plant so far inside her she’ll have my son in nine months to the day.
I’m not about to use protection, because there’s nothing to protect me or her from. This is all about forever, and why would I put anything in-between my skin and hers.
“I want to have your babies,” she says.
“I’m going to come so hard inside you you won’t have a choice.”
She moans and her fingers claw into my back.
She grinds her pussy against my abs and tries to lower herself down on to my flagpole which is pointing straight up.
I can already feel she’s dripping wet. It’s smeared across my abs and it’s hot as hell. She’s marking me and now I’m going to mark her, from the inside.
I lift her up by the waist and align her opening with my cock.
“Once I enter you there’s no going back,” I say.
“There’s nothing to go back to. Only the future. Only you.”
“Are you sure you can handle this?”
“I want it,” she says as she tries to use her body weight to press herself down so my dick will go inside her.
“I’m in charge here. When I say you get fucked, you get fucked.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s not enough.”
“Please fuck me. Fuck me now.”
“If you need me as badly as I need you you won’t ask me. You’ll tell me.”
“I need to feel your cock deep inside me. I can’t live without the feeling of you splitting me wide open like fresh pine and then planting your seed inside me until it grows into our first child. And after our first we’ll have more, nine months apart until eternity.”
“And with each child we’ll only get crazier and more in lust and in love with each other.”
“Yes. Deeper and deeper in love. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. I need you to fuck me. To own me. To dominate me.”
It’s too much. I can’t take this anymore.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Uh huh,” she whimpers. Her femininity takes me over the top and I bring my hands down and her hips with it as my cock slides right inside her.
My eyes close as I feel her tight walls take the head of my cock. Every nerve ending inside me is firing and my whole body just wants to come inside her. For once in my life my mind and my emotions are aligned. Everything about me wants everything about her and most importantly what we can make together. A child.
I thrust my hips up and her hands slide up and under my armpits and around onto my shoulders giving her a better grasp and leverage with which to force herself down onto me and me deeper inside her.
I can feel her abs tighten as they make contact with my stomach in the melee, and her tailbone flex and turn in and down making sure I fill her completely.
I’m half way in at most but that’s more than enough to feel like I’m fully in heaven.
“Your pussy is my paradise,” I say, which brings a moan from her.
I thrust harder and faster.
“Come in me. Fill me,” she says.
I’m trying everything I can now not to end this too prematurely, but it’s pointless. I want to come in her. I want to fill her. And I want to begin this life of ours together.
“You think you can take it.”
“I don’t think. I know. I need it all. I want it all. Give it all to me.”
Her need to take me is as deep as my need to fill her. The thought is too much.
Her fingernails dig tighter into my back and as she’s moving up and down on my dick she’s scratching away the skin on my lats and shoulders. The pain turns me on more than I would have ever known and puts me right on the edge.
“It’s coming. It’s all com—“
Every muscle in my body flexes and my body stills as I feel her body do the same, and then a second later the eruption.
I explode inside her like a dormant volcano coming to life after thousands of years of nothingness. I can feel the come leaving me and entering her. As my cock shoots I get that final sensation of the tip of my dick pulsing inside her.
And then I feel the warm goo cover my shaft and slide out of her and down onto my body, dripping to my balls.
I feel her body pulse and quiver as her screams fill the cabin.
Suddenly I’m exhausted, feeling my heart beat as I stand there holding her. I gave her everything but she didn’t give anything back.
“You didn’t finish?” I say.
“What do you mean?”
“I felt my come fill you so deep that it fell out of you.”
“Your come? That was mine. Every single drop you gave me my body soaked up like a sponge.”
“All that that came out onto me was yours?”
“You awakened something inside me I didn’t even know existed. That’s the result.”
“No way.”
“I wouldn’t have believed it either, until what just happened.”
“What did just happen,” I say, flashing her a smile.
“So you can smile,” she says.
“Only for you.”
She leans in closer and tries to catch her breath, but her chest presses against mine making me ready for another go-around already.
But the head of my cock is now too sensitive. I lift her off and set her feet on the floor, but she’s still a bit wobbly.
“Sure you’re okay after that incident on the road?”
“My inability to stand has nothing to do with what happened out there, and everything to do with what just happened in here.”
“Guess that explains why I need to sit down too.”
I grab her and fall backwards onto the couch my body cushioning her fall.
We both laugh like two teenagers in love.
These are the kinds of moments I’ve waited for my entire life, and now that I’ve got her I’ll never have to wait another second.
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