“You woke up happy this morning,” he observed.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I was just thinking how incredible your cabin is.” I gestured up at the ceiling. “It’s so gorgeous. How long did it take you to build it?”
“The foundation…” He paused as he thought about it. “I worked with a few guys to dig and pour. That took about a month. Then the framing went up quick, a few weeks. Then the roof a few more. And the rest…” He looked around, as if taking a tally. “The rest I’m still working on.”
“You are?” I surveyed the room. It looked done to me. And perfect. The wood looked so warm. I didn’t know anything about why, but I guessed it had something to do with the type of wood he’d chosen and then how it was stained. It looked natural without looking rough.
“You picked such a great spot,” I marveled, turning to gaze out the windows at the trees and mountains far in the distance. He was up on a hill and from his bedroom window you could even see a glimpse of the Mad River winding its way through the woods, along the road.
“Is that the covered bridge?” I asked, pointing over to the corner. It looked like a flash of barn red, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Yup,” he agreed, wrapping a large arm around and pulling me close. I sighed, melting into him. There was something about the feel of us together. It was like the difference between a dinner that was tasty and a dinner during which you could barely talk because the food tasted so good. It was hard to explain exactly what it was, what made everything click. I guessed it was called chemistry, but I’d gotten a D in chemistry in high school. But even if I’d gotten an A, I didn’t think there’d be an easy explanation, why our two parts summed up to a perfect whole.
“You still dying to get out of this town?” he asked me, lying along my backside. A simple enough question, but there was a lot to it.
“I’ll probably have to head back to L.A. later this week,” I admitted. Now that we’d gotten the green light from the town, our boss would definitely want to see some preliminary footage. Sam and I would need to stand up and give our big pitch, wow them with our early take on Hot Off the Grid.
“But if they decide to film here, maybe I can come back.” I turned to face him again, lying on the pillow and looking up at his handsome face.
“You want to come back to Watson?” he asked, half teasing but half something more. Was it hopeful? Seeing the vulnerability in this big, gruff mountain man made me love him even more.
Wait, love? Had I just had that thought? Wow.
“I want to see you some more,” I ventured, feeling shy but wanting to put it out there. You never got what you wanted unless you tried. And I wanted Heath. Not just right now in my bed but more.
“I want to see you more, too.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me first gently, then with more intensity.
Breathless, I added, “I’m not sure how we’ll figure it out. All the logistics.”
He smiled and licked my ear, his teeth nipping my sensitive lobe. “I don’t think we have to figure all that out right now, Violet. We have other more pressing needs.”
He ground his huge, hard cock into my side. I groaned at the feel, his urgent size, swollen and ready. He filled me so completely when he was in me, it filled every part of me, my body, my mind, I lost myself entirely to the pleasure.
“Yes,” I moaned, reaching down and circling his cock with my hand, surrendering my attempts to plan for the future. I was so used to nailing down the ins-and-outs of contracts. Much better to get nailed in and out.
“You sore from last night?” he asked, his fingers brushing between my legs, slowly coaxing them apart. When his thick index finger found my slick clit, I closed my eyes and moaned. It took so little from him. My entire body sang to his touch. Maybe it was like muscle memory. My body instinctively knew how good he could make me feel and it got all ready to go the second the possibility presented itself.
I turned and brushed my breasts against his chest, wanting to get closer. He felt so good against me, so hard and strong. In his arms, I felt so safe, as if he’d protect me like a superhero. Only I didn’t want him to get too protective.
As I slid my hand along the hard length of his cock, he gave a sharp intake of his breath. His cock was so warm and thick. I licked my lips.
“I want you inside me again,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss his chest.
Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over, bringing a pillow underneath my hips. He positioned me on top of it, my bare breasts pushed down onto the mattress, my ass up in the air. Caressing my buttocks, he spread my legs wide, his fingers working magic, building heat deep into my core.
Drawing a finger along my slick, exposed pussy, he asked, “you want me to fuck you, Violet?”
“Mmm,” I groaned, leaning into him. At this rate, he’d have me coming before he even entered me.
“You wait to come now, baby,” he told me and I bit my lip in frustration. I knew he liked to build it up, make me pant and whine and beg for my orgasms. And he always delivered, always gave me more than I’d even bargained for. But it was difficult to wait.
“Are you going to wait?” he asked, as he leaned down and gave me a slow lick. Damn, if he hadn’t told me to hold out I would have come apart right then, let myself release and come right onto his big, pressing tongue. He’d love it, too, he always sucked and ate my orgasms like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
But he’d told me to wait. I clenched the sheets in my fists and groaned with the effort. My pussy quivered and I could feel myself dripping as he licked and sucked and made it even more difficult for me.
“Are you ready?” I couldn’t see him, but I just knew he was grinning wickedly, knowing what he was putting me through.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Heath, please!”
“That’s good,” he praised me and thank God I could hear him moving up, closer to me, positioning himself at my entrance. I whimpered with excitement. It hurt a bit at first, as his tip pushed me open wide, but then as he slid into me the burn turned into so much more. Taking him in every inch made me gasp, my eyes and mouth wide open. It was almost more than I could take, shocking. I had to work to take him, but something about that made it even more erotic.
“You’re so tight,” he exclaimed, starting to move, his hands on my hips, holding me right where he wanted me. I moaned and grabbed the sheets, trying to hold on. I knew he’d take me for a ride.
“Grab onto the bed post, baby,” he told me. “You need to hold onto something. I’m going to fuck you good.”
I groaned and dripped with need and somehow found the presence of mind to look up and reach out. He was right, I could grab the bed post, and I anchored myself as he started driving into me harder. I screamed as he hit into me deep, banging into my swollen clit, getting right at my slick, sticky center, right where I needed him. I trembled and shook, my hand clutching the post as he used me, relentless, like an animal.
“You fit so right,” he groaned, grabbing my ass in his fist, pounding into me. “And you take it all, don’t you baby?”
“Uh!” I groaned, unable to form a response, beyond words, but I showed him with my body, arching my ass up for him, pushing back into his cock as much as I could. I used the bedpost to create more friction, working my pussy back onto his cock as he thrust into me. I’d never known I could feel so consumed by a man, so entirely taken.
Long, strong strokes, slick and sliding, he built my pleasure and then built it some more. Desperate noises tumbled out of my mouth, the sounds of intense pleasure, begging, pleading for release. With one large, strong hand pushing down on my lower back, holding me in place, the other firmly gripping my ass cheek, he slowed down to a torturous pace. I could feel every inch in, then out, then in again.
“You feel it, Violet?” he asked, his voice tense and coiled and ready to pounce. “You feel how I’m going to come in you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, feeling his tension, feeling the power he’d hel
d at bay, about to get poured into me.
“You want it?”
“Yes,” I begged, wanting his come, wanting it so badly I almost felt the quiver of an orgasm start up in me in anticipation.
“And you need to come, don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” I nearly cried, so overwhelmed, not able to hold on much longer.
With a long, gushing push he filled me completely. “Now come!” he commanded and I exploded, taking in his hot, pounding load, my pussy clenching and quivering around his cock as we both came, hard. Panting, groaning, we let go together, and with each thrust he gave me another crest to the intense waves of my orgasm.
Down on the bed with a thump like a giant tree falling in the woods, Heath collapsed by my side.
“Sweet Jesus, Violet!” he exclaimed, one hand up to his forehead.
“Are you, OK?” I asked, figuring he probably meant it in a good way, but he did seem to be feeling it intensely.