by A. J. Wynter
She didn’t respond. Her eyes searched mine and all I could hear was the fire crackling from the living room. I could tell that she didn’t believe me.
“I can have any woman I want,” I continued. “I know that you know that now. And I have. I’ve had lots of women, you know that too. But you, Lucy. You are so smart and kind - as well as gorgeous. You’re the first woman I’ve wanted to slow down for and get to know. I want you around in the morning when I wake up. I want to know what you eat for breakfast. You’re special, Lucy. I don’t want you to ever question that.”
The tears brimmed in her eyes and a lone drop trickled down her cheek. I leaned forward and kissed its saltiness.
“I love you, Lucy.”
She wasn’t the first woman in my bed, but she was the first woman in my heart.
“I love you too, Mick,” she whispered.
I kissed her lips and pulled her ass toward me, squaring our hips to each other, pressing against her. I felt her back arch to grind her pussy against my cock, a cock that was still as stiff as the icicles hanging from the eaves of my cabin.
She fumbled at the button on my pants, but I pulled her hands away, “Wait here for one minute.”
She looked at me questioningly and nipped at my lips one more time.
I rolled off the bed and started to walk to the kitchen, but goddamn, my cock was tenting my jeans out so hard it was painful. I met Lucy’s eyes as I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, relieving the pressure. The freedom made my cock throb even harder.
Lucy sat up in the bed and unhooked her bra, letting the cups fall into her lap, her perfect pink nipples puckered in the chilly bedroom air.
Oh man, I just wanted to rip out my cock and flip her over and… no. Just when I thought it wasn’t possible for me to get any harder, those gorgeous pert breasts practically made me come right then and there.
“Your first time needs to be special. I will be back. Don’t go anywhere.” I jogged into the kitchen to find some candles and put on a record. When Lucy thought back to this night, I wanted it to be a perfect memory for her. I didn’t want it to just be a memory filled with slapping skin and roughness.
I found some beeswax candles in the kitchen and grabbed the matches from beside the woodstove. I paused to put on the Van Morrison album we had listened to the first night we met.
Then it dawned on me. I knew how to make this a night that she would never forget.
Chapter 33 – Lucy
I was aching for Mick. I could hear him fumbling around in the kitchen and then heard the click and hiss as his record player came to life. His huge shadowy form appeared in the doorway and he dimmed the lights of the antler chandelier, humming as he lit candles on the nightstand.
I rolled over on the bed and reached to trace the outline of his ass. I saw him shiver and smile at my touch. He was a strong man and living out here in the woods had shaped his body in a way that no gym machines could. Practical strength and brawn built from chopping wood and shoveling snow created a strong muscular upper body and bulging forearms, snowshoeing and riding his snowmobile had formed tree trunk thighs and an ass like a pro hockey player. If I saw him on the street, I would assume that he was an NHL retiree, complete with playoff beard.
I lounged on the bed and as Mick turned to face me I continued tracing the seams of his royal blue boxer briefs. I expected to see the outline of his erection pushing out his underwear, but to my surprise, his thick hard cock was tucked into the waistband. I could feel his girth through the fabric and wondered how I was going to fit him inside me, or inside my mouth. I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted to do everything, give everything I had, to Mick. I ran my finger along the waistband and I heard Mick’s breath hitch as my fingertips grazed the tip of his cock. I doubled back and marveled at the softness of the skin that peeked out from above the waistband.
“Why?” I asked, letting my fingertips linger on the silky skin of his member.
Mick laughed, “When he’s rock hard, he prefers to stand straight up.”
“He?” It was my turn to laugh.
Mick’s cheeks reddened. “Yep. He. And he’s got a mind of his own sometimes.”
I smiled and grasped the waistband of his boxers with both of my hands, I wanted to free ‘him’ from ‘his’ constraints, but Mick took a step backward.
What was with all this pulling back? I wondered if this was normal, but my intuition told me that it wasn’t.
Mick cleared his throat and ran his hand through his thick hair. He seemed nervous.
“Lucy, I’ve never met anyone like you,” he paused. “I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. Fuck, it sounds cliché, but you make me want to be a better man. You’ve already made me a better man.”
That’s when I noticed that his hand was behind his back.
“Mick. I-I…”
“Just let me finish sweetheart. I need to get this out,” he said and then knelt down on the floor. “Your first time should be special. I want your first time to be with me, as my fiancée.”
Holy fuck.
Mick opened the velvet box and I was surprised to see a modest old-fashioned ring staring out at me. It's symbolism hanging heavily in the air.
“It was my mother’s ring,” he whispered. “I know it’s not much, but it means the world to me. Like you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt the same way about Mick, he had changed my life. Hell, he had saved my life. I couldn’t imagine a day going by without him in it. Everything in my body wanted to scream out yes, jump up and down on the bed, or rather, one-legged hop on the bed, and fling myself into his arms, but I didn’t.
“Lucy McKennit, will you marry me?” he said, his big blue eyes stared at me imploringly.
“No, Mick,” I whispered.
Mick’s eyes blinked hard and he seemed to wince as he stared at me in disbelief. “No?”
“No.”
I took the open box from Mick’s palm and closed it gently before handing it back to him. Mick stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I love you, Mick. I really do.” I placed my hand on the small of his back and kissed his shoulder. “I already made the mistake of rushing into something and I ended up getting engaged to a sociopath.”
Mick grunted. “You’re worried that I’m what, a psychopath?”
“That came out wrong. I want to get to know you. I want to know what kind of music you like to listen to in the morning. I want to know your fears, your loves, the way that you like your steak cooked. Mick, I don’t even know what you do for a living, I’m guessing that you’re not a mechanic. Your commuter vehicle is a helicopter, for Christ’s sake.”
I saw his smile flash and then he turned to me, his face serious again, “but I thought that you wanted to be married before you had sex.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but I fell in love with him one notch deeper at that moment.
“I only decided that when I met Lawrence. I was so busy studying and working that I didn’t have time for serious dating. Lawrence seemed to like the fact that I was a virgin. I understand why now, so I told him that I was waiting for marriage. The last thing that I expected, was for him to propose. And now I know why he did.”
Mick took me in his arms and pulled my head tightly to his chest. “You know that I wasn’t proposing just to have sex with you.” His deep voice resonated in his chest and seemed to vibrate through my entire body.
I pulled back and looked at him, “I know.” I kissed him tenderly. I knew that I would kick myself for ruining the moment, for rejecting Mick when he seemed so vulnerable. “But I don’t need to wait for a ring from you.”
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms. I held it in my open palms and presented it to Mick.
“Mick Brady. Will you fuck me already?” I tried to keep a serious face but could feel the corners of my lips turning up.
Mick grinned, tossing me to the top of my be
d while simultaneously pouncing on me like a surefooted tiger.
“Yes, Lucy. I will fuck you,” he growled and nipped and my neck and lips.
The sudden aggression surprised me, and I squealed excitedly in response. My gentle Mick turned to frantic Mick, his huge hands stroked the sides of my body and his kisses came rhythmically as he pressed his cock against my womanhood. Feeling him so hard, so aggressive, so near to being inside of me quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm.
Mick flicked my hard nipples with his tongue, bit at the flesh of my breasts, leaving little red welts, and continued to kiss down my belly. The tingling between my legs grew stronger the closer his warm breath got to the triangle between my legs. Mick straddled me, hooked his fingers in my panties and began to pull them down. I lifted my ass to assist, my pussy throbbed waiting for the warmth of his touch.
My panties got snagged on my cast and when he pulled at them, I winced. Mick’s eyes snapped to mine, filled with concern. Then he gripped the panties in both hands and I heard the sound of the fabric tearing as he ripped them in half before tossing them on the floor.
He plunged his face between my legs and I gasped out in ecstasy as I felt the warmth of his breath and tongue on my body. The sensations were almost overwhelming, the warmth and rhythmic exploration of his mouth between my legs, the tickling of his beard against my inner thighs, and the pressure of his left hand gripping my ass. He had threaded his left arm between my legs, and with his right hand, pressed down on my chest. A delicate push-pull of my body, trapping it, not allowing me to pull away.
I didn’t resist, I relaxed into the sensations and soon, as if my body knew exactly what to do, I started rocking my hips in time with Mick’s tongue. He released his grip on my ass and I felt the pressure of his thick finger inside me, without his mouth skipping a beat. I could feel my belly tightening and the sensation rushing between my legs as my first real orgasm surged through my body.
“Oh, Mick, oh Mick, oh Mick,” I murmured as I felt the intensity grow.
He didn’t stop.
“Oh god. Oh. My. God,” I screamed out like a banshee as the sensation grew even stronger.
There’s no way I could’ve kept those screams inside of me. The guttural, animalistic sounds fought their way past my self-consciousness and I moaned and screamed out as the growing wave of pleasure that had been lapping at the shores, finally broke and rushed through me.
I laid there panting, the orgasm having torn through my body, leaving my arms and toes tingling. I was so spent I couldn’t even open my eyes. I pressed my legs together, bucking with one last surge of warmth. Mick kissed up my body, lingering on my collarbone, his beard chafing my nipples.
He met my lips with a kiss, the smell of me on his lips made my body want more. What I had thought would be an unpleasant experience, was so sensual, all I wanted was to taste Mick.
Mick had collapsed beside me, his face nestled into my neck, my breathing was still ragged, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my hip.
I tried to turn onto my side to sit up and kneel between his legs, but the pain from my ankle overtook the pleasure from my orgasm and I winced in agony.
I leaned onto his chest, kissed his lips, and whispered in his ear, “I want to taste you, Mick.”
He smiled and pulled me to a seated position, propping the pillows up behind me. He shimmied out of his boxer shorts and stood over me, grasping the log headboard. I didn’t really know what to do with the huge cock that was in my face, I just knew that I wanted it in my mouth.
I reached up and grasped his shaft and then plunged his entire length into my mouth. I felt Mick’s legs shudder and him murmur, “Fuck yeah.” I reached around and grabbed his ass in my hands, controlling and syncing the rhythm of his thrusts with my sucking. It didn’t take long before Mick’s legs were shaking like his last set on squat day and he was gasping and groaning.
“I’m going to come, Lucy,” he groaned.
I felt like a sexual goddess, knowing that my man was about to come. I gripped his ass tighter and felt him twitch just before I tasted him. He gasped and panted, holding onto the headboard, and then dropped to his knees in my lap.
“That was incredible,” he said through gasps and buried his head in my neck.
I hadn’t known what the hell I was doing, but I had the feeling I had done something right. He sat up and gazed into my eyes and then kissed me hard - the smell of our sex heavy between us. He flopped on his back, his breath slowing. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest, feeling my eyes grow heavy, lulled to sleep by the thump, thump of Mick’s heartbeat.
Chapter 34 – Mick
I couldn’t believe that she said no, but I respected the hell out of her for it.
The full moon reflected off the snow, filtering in through the curtains, bathing Lucy in its light. I watched her sleep, the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, her eyelids fluttering. She murmured in her sleep, rolled into me and nuzzled into my chest.
Complete. That’s the only way to explain what I was feeling.
I kissed her exposed shoulder, inhaled her scent, and pulled the quilt up to cover her skin. I slid out of bed and walked stealthily into the living room to stoke the fire. As I approached, Chopper thumped his tail against the side of his wicker bed. I squatted down to scratch his ears and he yawned and settled back into his bed.
I shoved two pieces of fir into the woodstove and paused, waiting for them to become engulfed with flames before closing the damper. Most nights, I typically let the fire peter out, stoking the glowing embers first thing in the morning, but I wanted to make sure that Lucy was comfortable and warm when she woke up. That she wouldn’t have to tiptoe around on the cold floorboards in search of wool socks.
I crept back into the room and gingerly crawled back into our cocoon. I reached my arm around Lucy’s waist and pulled her in tightly to my body. I didn’t plan on waking her up, but my goddamn cock had other ideas. I tried to position myself so that I could hold her, without poking her in the back with my hardened desire.
I shut my eyes and willed my body to go to sleep, but then Lucy rolled to me and opened her eyes. She smiled, kissed my lips, and threading her arm over my body, pulled me closer to her.
Then she felt it.
I saw her eyes widen as my cock pressed against her, its brazen announcement of what it wanted and where it wanted to be.
“Make love to me, Mick,” she whispered, kissing my earlobe and sending a shiver through my entire body.
I kissed her and reached for a condom in my drawer. She was right, we hadn’t made love last night, we had fucked. I had wanted her first time to be slow and sensual, full of care and passion, but that’s not what our bodies had wanted. Now, in the early hours of the morning, our bodies wanted slow sensuality.
Lucy caressed my body as I put on the condom, her light fuzzing touch sending goosebumps down my back and butterflies into my stomach.
I rolled on top of her, swept her hair back from her face, and kissed her left cheek - then her right, before kissing her lips as I pressed into her. She gasped into my mouth and I paused. I knew that I needed to take it slowly with her, that I was going to be the first man inside of her. The thought alone, combined with her tightness almost made me come the moment I was gripped in her warmth. Lucy pressed into the mattress, arching her back and pushing herself against me, urging me to continue. I kept kissing her as my body spread hers apart, her womanhood slowly welcoming me.
“Is this ok?” I whispered into her ear.
She smiled and nodded.
I paused when I was fully inside of her and noticed tears brimming her eyelids.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked and started to pull out.
She gripped my ass and pushed me back inside of her.
“You idiot. I’m crying because I’m happy,” she choked through her words. I kissed her cheeks, tasting the tears and began gently pumping into her. Her hands gripped my
ass as I continued to kiss and thrust, making love to the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
It wasn’t porn sex, but it wasn’t boring married sex either. I made love to the woman who had changed my life forever. I knew that I wanted her to be the last woman I ever had sex with and that I would be the only man that had ever been inside of her.
Epilogue – Mick
Spring
I rolled over and squinted into the early morning light, trying to make out the time on the clock. 6 a.m. I rolled over to pull Lucy in close to me, but when my body didn’t meet hers, my eyes shot open. I sat up and waited to see if I could hear her shuffling around in the kitchen, humming while the stovetop espresso maker percolated, but the cabin was completely silent. Her easel and canvas were untouched and the newspaper I had brought back from our latest trip to Seattle sat rolled up on the pine dining room table.
Confused, but not concerned, I shoved my feet into my worn moccasins and started to look for her. I shivered, even though it was June, almost the height of the solstice, the nights in the mountains still came with frost and the occasional dusting of snow. I looked at the fireplace and noticed that it was dark, I opened the damper and not even one coal glowed to life. It was going to be a total re-start. I reached for some paper and kindling and then remembered that we had used up the last of the kindling. It was rare for us to let the fire go out completely, but we had gotten carried away after dinner, and gone to bed earlier than usual.
I smiled, remembering the look on Lucy’s face when her third orgasm racked her body. She had grown into the most complex and adventurously sexual woman I had ever had in my bed - and last night, for the first time, we climaxed together simultaneously, her gorgeous body bucking against mine as I filled her with my seed.
