Her breasts heaved up and down, as her breath caught. He loved he had that effect on her. His dick hardened with each breath she took.
“I decided something today.” Her tone caressed his cock. Hell, she wasn’t going to make walking away easy.
He swallowed, watching as she eased the white quilt back on the bed. Smiling over at him, she slowly strode toward him. “What did you…” He closed his mouth. He didn’t need to ask what she’d decided. Deep inside he knew.
“Scared to ask?” She teased, her fingers skimming over his chest, as she inched closer to him.
He stood frozen in place. “Tread lightly Mavis. I’ve changed a lot.”
Her hand cupped his dick through the his jeans. Holy shit, she was trying to kill him.
A wicked smile crept along her lips. “This hasn’t.” Her hands easily undid the button of his pants. Her thumb and forefinger slipped the zipper down. The sweet sound of metal sliding against metal had him gritting his teeth with impatience. The room echoed with the sounds of his harsh breathing. The hard–on raging inside his jeans jutted up, begging for release. She teased his cock, rubbing up and down the length. His flesh quivered under her palm. Jesus he wanted her.
She paused. He was going to die if she didn’t give him some sort of relief. “Finish it.” His throaty voice held a sensual darkness he’d never felt before. “Take my boxers off and feel what you’ve done. Feel how bad I want you. How I crave to be buried inside your pussy.”
What started by the road was about to be finished. He’d sworn to himself he’d give her space, he wouldn’t make the next move. Emotions welled deep inside him because she’d started it this time. Her wild green eyes told him she wanted him as bad as he craved her.
Her fingers spread the elastic waistband wide, rolling it down and over the head of his cock. She released the soft cotton fabric, splaying her fingers across the flesh on either side of his cock. He jerked. His body inched away. He had to get back from her before he came right then. She wrapped one finger in the coarse dark hair framing the base of his cock. With one hard tug, Bowie leaned in toward her, hissing in pleasure and pain. Her long fingers inched upward. The vein running the length of his cock pulsed under her palm. Heat radiated from her silky touch. The intense desire to have her moaning around his dick as she sucked him hard and fast wrapped around every brain cell he possessed.
He closed his eyes. “Mavis, I can’t…” His knees threatened to buckle.
Her mouth enveloped his cock, hot, wet and sexy. Her silky tongue swirled over the head of his dick, lapping at the underside of the crest. Precum beaded, he gazed down as her eyes searched up his body to catch his. With one flick of her luscious tongue she drank him in, sending shots of electricity from his cock to his balls. He sucked in a breath, trying desperately to keep from falling over. Her lips closed over the head of his cock, enveloping it in wet, fiery heat. Jesus, he wanted to scream in pleasure.
“So fucking good,” he whispered. Without hesitation his fingers ran through her hair, grasping the back of her head. He fought the urge to lean into her mouth, to hold her head still while he slipped deeper into her.
Mavis moaned and the vibrations sent pleasure surging through him. Her tongue flicked up and down the large vein running down his cock. He tugged on her head, pulling her closer, sending his dick deeper. She swallowed, taking him all the way, until his dick grazed the back of her throat. The sight of her on her knees with those lips closed over his dick nearly sent him into a new world.
“Mavis…” He stared down at her, tugging her head upward.
Her mouth slipped back from his dick. He licked his dry lips as she eased away from him, leaving his dick hard, wet, and ready to be inside her.
“You ok?” Her fingers looped around the base of his dick, sliding up and down it.
“No. You’re fucking killing me. I can’t do this.” He pushed her hands away from his body. “Stand up.”
Her eyes filled with confusion. “Sorry.”
What? Oh hell. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. “Mavis,” He grasped her hands, pulling her up off the floor to stand in front of him.
He stared into her eyes. There was a hurt and need in them he hadn’t expected. He framed her face with his hands and skimmed an easy kiss across her lips.
“I can’t do this slow and easy.” His teeth nipped at her ear, causing her body to jerk. “I want you too damn bad to explore and taste the way we should. If you wrap those silky lips of yours around my dick one more time or rub your body against me I’m going to cum right here right now.”
He ran a hand down her body to cup her breast. The hard nipple strained beneath her shirt and begged for attention. He rolled the pebbled peak between thumb and forefinger, loving how her breath caught. Bowie held her face in his hands, making her meet his eyes. “Fair warning. Once I slide into your pussy, it’s going to be hard and fast. I won’t be able to slow down or ease up. I’ve wanted you for so long and I can’t wait any damn longer.”
Understanding shone in her eyes. She nodded her head. Without hesitation he grasped her ass and hauled her up onto him. Her juices had caused her pants to get wet. The heat flowed from her sex onto his flesh. She was fucking sexy and ready he couldn’t take not being inside her anymore. She locked her ankles around his back, straddling him as he crossed the room to the bed. Her clothes had to go. Now.
Mavis jerked at her shirt. It had to go. The taste of Bowie still lingered in her mouth. It awakened urges she’d never felt before. She wanted him in her. She craved to feel his cock trembling deep inside as he came. Mavis slung her shirt across the room, flipping the clasp of her bra open. His hands scraped down her stomach to the button on her pants.
With one hard tug, her pants were undone and she lifted her body off the bed to help him jerk the pants off. She met his gaze. Pure lust. God, she loved how he made her feel gorgeous in every way. No one had ever looked at her like he did. His gaze held so much fire and promise.
She wrapped her hands around his back, tugging him down over her. “Now.”
“Condom?” His voice rang with frustration and despair. His head fell to her shoulder.
Full lips pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “I don’t have one.” His warm breath caressed her flesh.
Warm, slick skin pressed against hers. The slight hair on his chest tickled at her breasts. A laugh bubbled up. He seemed so devastated. Little did he know she’d taken matters into her own hands when renting the cabin.
“Good thing they had a general store in the cabin rental office.” Her tone lowered seductively, filling the room with knowing.
He froze, his lips lightly touching her skin.
“Well, after our roadside rendezvous I knew it was my turn to step up. If you’ll grab that little bag with tooth brushes and such in it, you’ll find a nice box of condoms.”
He jumped off the bed, leaving her bouncing up and down. Her laughter filled the air. She shook her head, rolling onto her side to stare at him running across the small room to grab the bag. His bare ass cheeks made her smile. He was gorgeous. Muscles rippled from shoulder to feet. Sweat glistened over his tanned flesh. She bit her lip to keep from moaning at just the sight of him.
He grabbed the bag, slowly turning to her. “Was this really the only cabin available?”
She winked. “Nope. But it’s the only one without double beds or a couch.”
He cocked one eyebrow up. “Sneaky.”
“Desperate.”
He didn’t bother leaving the box of condoms. Instead he tore one out and threw the others on the night stand beside the bed. “I like desperate women.” He winked back. His blue eyes were filled with mischief.
His body dipped the bed to one side. Her hands reached out to caress his back. Each inch she touched quivered. He smiled over at her, one black condom wrapper clinched between his front teeth. “No turning back?”
“No turning back.” Her voice firmed. She had no intentions of turning back or running. F
or the next few hours he was hers.
He turned. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his hands as they rolled the thin latex down his rock–hard cock. Her mouth went dry. While she’d had him in her mouth the lust had clouded her mind. His cock was larger and thicker than any she’d had in a very long time. When they’d lost their virginity to each other it had taken effort to get him inside her. Now would be no different. It’d been months since she’d had sex.
“Mavis?” His questioning tone jarred her out of her stupor. “You’re pale.”
She smiled. “Sorry, it’s just I remember how much effort it took to get you inside me the first time. It’s been awhile and I don’t know…” Yet, her body was already responding with more wetness. They might have had a problem that first time but she remembered every other time he’d been seated inside her. Each time her body had welcomed the exquisite pleasure of him filling every millimeter of her.
A small laugh escaped his mouth. “You make me sound like I’m a big–dicked freak.”
She nodded. “Not a freak, but that thing is not small by any means.”
He eased across the bed. His large body was graceful and sexy, something that surprised her. Bowie had never been graceful, forceful maybe, but he was going easy with her. His thoughtfulness and restraint touched her heart.
“I want you, now.” She ran a hand down his side.
He eased over her, their eyes locked. The passion and need swirling around them sizzled. His body glided against her. She drank in the feel of his hard muscles and slick skin. Her nipples grazed his chest. The hard buds begged to be touched, tasted. Her legs spread, opening herself just for him. Heat flowed from her aching pussy. The cold air conditioning sent a chill over her. Bowie’s warm lips replaced the cold with fire. He lowered his head to plant kisses along her bare ribcage, moving lower with each touch of his lips.
Mavis gasped, trembling inside and out. His hand slid down between them to the apex of her thighs. Rough fingers splayed over her closely shaved pussy. Her flesh quivered at each touch. Her hips jerked, desperately working her sex against his seeking fingers. Instead, two fingers spread her folds while one teased in a circle around her opening.
A part of her burned with shame at the amount of cream she could feel flowing out of her. There was no denying how bad she craved him inside her.
“Jesus, you’re so wet. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt.” One finger dipped just inside her.
She bit her lip trying to hold back the moan of pure ecstasy. Her hips rocked upward just as he withdrew his finger. She strained, her body begging for him to go deeper. His finger circled again, teasing, before he eased back into her. Blood pulsed through her veins right down to her clit, swelling it and exposing the tight little bud. His thumb brushed over it. Her body jerked. Electricity shot from her clit outward through her body just as his finger delved into her.
The scream of pure pleasure she’d been holding back erupted from her. She was so close, she could feel the orgasm threatening. Mavis grasped desperately at him, trying to pull him down closer to her. She yearned to feel him sliding against her as he thrust deep inside. Sweat dripped from Bowie’s chest down to hers. The only thing separating the two was his hand currently teasing her.
One finger delved deep, hooking upward to rub against the smooth bundle of nerves just inside her body. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, taking him deeper. Exquisite pressure flooded her center. A second finger joined the first, caressing her while driving her mad. Lips skimmed her collarbone, teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh. An ache she hadn’t felt in a very long time began to sizzle in her core. Lifting upward toward him, Mavis reached down between them to run her hand down his length. His flesh seared her palm. He froze above her, telling Mavis he was just as lost as she was.
She guided the latex covered head to the entrance of her pussy. Sliding it up the slit then down she began teasing them both. His groan told her he was trying to go slow, holding back the passion she desired. No more. She ignored his hesitance, wrapping her other hand around his wrist and pulling the hand currently teasing her away.
“Mavis…”
She shook her head. She wanted his cock pounding into her. Wanted him fucking her, filling her, and making her forget everything but him. No more being gentle. “Enough is enough. You’re holding back and I want you now.”
Bowie’s blue eyes had turned to sapphire, lust–filled orbs. His black eyebrows and slight five o’clock shadow gave him a rugged sexiness that created even more heat to flow from her. His cock begged entrance at the opening of her sex. She stretched beneath him, taking the control and pulling him to her. He panted above her, his breath hot against her flesh.
Her lips buried in his neck, she slowly licked, letting the taste of pure male explode over her senses. Her tongue lapped at his flesh, her body jerking upward, pressing her sex against the head of his cock. Her juices poured from her to coat him. Mavis rubbed herself against him, loving the slickness and friction created between their bodies. In one swift movement she rolled them both, relishing the way his body slipped between her thighs.
“Damn you’re so fucking hot.” His voice had roughened.
She rose above him, rocking her hips to rub her swollen pussy lips over his hard length.
Bowie’s mouth slid down to her needy breasts. His teeth grazed roughly over one nipple She grasped his head in her hands, tugging at his hair to jerk his lips up to hers. She pushed up against him, rolling him onto his back. The coarse hair on his legs rubbed on the tender flesh of hers. Lowering herself above him, she crawled over and slid up his body until she straddled him. Mavis stared down at him, watching his eyes close and mouth draw in tight. Her own body nearly shook with desire. Leaning forward, she reached between their bodies to guide the head of his cock just to her opening. Rocking her hips she sank down onto him and paused.
Her walls stretched to accommodate him, creating a pleasurable pain. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back, lifted upward and slowly eased back down. With each millimeter she lowered onto him excitement flooded her from the inside out. White–hot searing heat spiraled up her spine. Every cell of her being was on fire. She lowered down onto him, slowly, until she couldn’t take any more. His cock trembled inside her, vibrating every nerve within her. Large, callused hands grasped her hips on both sides. Opening her eyes she saw the raw need in Bowie’s. While she was standing on the edge of a cliff which would send her to heaven and back he was there too.
“Jesus Christ, seeing your pussy slowly take my dick then having it milked by each clench of your muscles is heaven and fucking hell.” His fingers dug into her hips.
His coarse words excited her. She moved forward, rotating her hips to ease up and then back down onto him. Both of them hissed out a breath. He was fucking perfect. She sank back, taking more of him than before. Her body had adjusted and no pain was left, only pleasure. Mavis rocked up then back down. His hands tightened, lifting and lowering her. With each downward stroke of her pussy onto his cock he thrust upward, matching her need.
Flesh slapped together, filling the room with the sounds of sex. The moans coming from them echoed against the cabin walls. Neither one went easy. They pounded against the other, fighting to both prolong and for relief. Mavis was dying to come. Her body quivered, heat seared through her veins, yet she held back, savoring the feel of his hard shaft thursting inside her.
She shook, fighting to hang on, but her body tightened around his cock. The first waves of her release hit hard, like a hurricane’s storm surge crashing against the barrier islands. It enveloped her, taking over her mind and body. Her pussy clenched, released and repeated, milking Bowie’s trembling cock. He slammed her body down onto his, sending his cock deeper inside, until her womb could feel him. Her scream of pleasure filled the air.
“Oh god, please…” She didn’t know whether to beg for more or to stop.
“So…tight.” His voice whispered as he thrust upward.
/> “Bowie,” Her voice trailed off as he slammed inside her again and again, sending her into one after another wave of pleasure.
His cock jumped inside her. She could hear his shattering release in the low groans he exhaled, and feel his cock tremble inside her. She fell onto him, his hips still slightly thrusting as he gulped for breath.
“Jesus, that was…” She lay there, her head resting on his chest. His hands stroked up and down her back. Words couldn’t describe what she’d just felt.
“Fucking amazing.” His stunned tone made her smile.
It had been amazing. No one else had ever been able to create the heat and intense desire she felt when she was around him. She eased off of his cock, leaving her body empty and already yearning for him again.
He groaned, the vibration rumbled against her ear. She slipped to one side of him on the bed, running a hand down his chest, feeling the sweat slick her palm. The smell of sex surrounded them. She glanced at his body, each inch glistened with sweat and his cock shined in the dim light, coated with her juices. Already she wanted him again. One time was not enough, it would never be enough. It both excited and scared her shitless.
Tomorrow reality would assault them, tonight desire would drive them to their breaking points. She knew she’d never be the same again. Houston was her past now, Tanem and Bowie were her future.
Chapter Five
Bowie’s muscles ached. He grimaced, knowing if his body was that sore Mavis’s must be ten times worse. They’d spent the night savoring each other, feeling and exploring until the sun rose. With the early rays of dawn, reality crept back into their world. While they’d showered and dressed the lust and desire had been replaced with concern and determination.
He had no intentions of letting her go back to Houston, yet he knew he couldn’t force her to stay. As soon as they found Wes, she’d leave, or try to anyway.
He had to get his mind off her leaving. “Did Laney call?” He glanced across the Tahoe at her. Fire sizzled in his balls at the sight of her. She’d showered and let her hair air dry, giving it a darker red color.
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