I can’t see a thing once inside, but I can sure feel her.
My hands grip her curves in the dark, our mouths finding each other’s, pressing so hard I don’t even mind that it hurts.
It hurts so good to have her in my arms again, to know she’s safe. To know she’s mine all over again.
I hold her, feeling her shiver and hearing her try to speak, but there’s nothing to say. I can only hold her, stroke her hair, and kiss her some more.
I’m never letting her go, not ever again. Not for a second and not for any reason.
“I’ve got you,” I finally tell her, hearing my own voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got you…”
She kisses me again with such intensity I almost feel strange for getting hard, but her soft body, wet against mine is so fucking hot.
I can’t help it, I moan with pleasure now, as well as relief at finding her, moaning louder when I feel her hands running up and down the front of my jeans.
“Now,” she whispers. “Here.”
She takes one of my hands and slips it into her pants pressing it between her legs, the heat making me growl a sound of my own as she leans hard against my fingers, one slipping into her and making her curse before she punches me in the chest.
“Don’t ever make me get angry with you again,” she sobs, pulling my neck down and kissing my mouth, biting my lip before throwing her head back and gasping again.
A second finger slowly starts to tease her drenched pussy open a little wider as I feel her knees buckle.
Trembling as I lift her up into my arms.
Chapter Twenty-One
Krystal
Well, that escalated quickly.
From cougar attack to being rescued to being finger fucked by James. To begging him to take me here and now, right here in a dusty old cabin in the middle of a storm.
“Here though?” he asks, triple-checking after I punch him again, crying and groping him, fishing for his thick cock. A trillion emotions coursing through my veins and all of them wanting him.
Wanting to give myself to him.
He’s earned it, and by god, I freaking need it right now.
When he pleasured me before, he told me what he wanted. Now it’s my turn. I have to tell him what I want so we both never forget today and what it means for both of us.
For our future.
“I want you to claim me, James. Make me yours. Make love to me and fill me with our babies. I want you to fuck me and make me scream James. I want you so far inside me it hurts.”
His head’s shaking in disbelief, a grin tugging the corner of his mouth.
My own filthy mouth music to his ears.
I watch my hands tremble as I tug at his zipper until I free his thick hardness, making us both moan louder as one of my hands pumps it greedily, the other moving to pull my pajama bottoms down under my long jacket.
James is working feverishly too, both of us trying to undress while keeping our hands on the other the whole time.
I was shivering with cold earlier, but James’ heat has warmed me right up.
Our wet clothes slap onto the dusty floor and James lays his jacket and then mine over an old mattress I remember from a distant past.
His hands squeeze my chest, thick thumbs teasing my nipples as I feel myself laying back, opening my legs and wrapping them around his waist.
I swear loudly as I feel the hot round tip of his cock rubbing against my twitching hole, the heat of my own arousal running down my slit.
With no more words, it’s all we both want, and without even needing to guide his member, I feel its huge swollen head start to edge into me.
My eyes grow wide and I can hear myself swearing again, James groaning with satisfaction as his own eyes flash at the sight of me receiving him.
It’s an intense pressure until I feel something give, something really gives inside me, and I use my heels to pull James deeper inside me, making us both groan with a new level of excitement I only ever read about but never thought could be humanly possible.
His hard, muscular legs are like an anchor and once he feels me starting to buck against his stiffness, the sensation of his naked body against mine as muscle meets curves is something I know he’s been longing for.
He grips me firmly, and then harder when I command him to, telling him to fuck me now.
“Fill me up James,” I gasp. “I want your come inside me, all the way.”
I can hear myself telling him the most insane things that I want, how I want to feel and his only reply is to make them all happen.