He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on my hips, keeping my back arched the way he liked so he could pound his dick into me hard and fast, staring at my ass as he worked up a sweat, groaning the entire time. “Fuck, this ass…” It was the first time he’d taken me like this, nailing me like a whore he paid top dollar for. The slow lovemaking had happened for most of the day, but once I was on my hands and knees, he turned carnal, fucking me like an animal.
I liked it.
His fingers reached across my body to my stomach and belly button, and he squeezed me with his large hands as he kept me in place, his hips thrusting rhythmically to give me that big dick deep and hard. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I didn’t think I could stay wet after a few hours. I didn’t think I could come again after all the orgasms he’d given me that afternoon and the day before. But my pussy tightened around him, and I came again, my face pressing into the bed as my ass moved higher in the air.
He stepped closer to me, giving it to me deep now, making me wince because his head was hitting me in the cervix. He groaned over and over, becoming louder with every sound, and then he came with a loud moan. His cock throbbed inside me as he finished, his fingertips digging hard into my flesh.
I could feel his weight inside me, feel the warmth and density of his come, getting another load in addition to the others he’d already given me.
He slowly pulled out of me before he kneeled and gave my ass a playful bite with his teeth.
I groaned at the touch, liking the surprise.
He went into the bathroom and got in the shower.
I got comfortable on the bed, turned to the window so I could look at the lake and the trees. I was naked under the sheets but so comfortable I didn’t want to move. I wanted to join him in the shower, but I continued to lie there, his come dripping out of me.
He came out minutes later, his hair still a little damp after he dried it with a towel. He pulled on a new pair of boxers before he joined me in bed, spooning me from behind so we could both look out the window. His warm chest was nice against my back, and it was one of the rare times when he wasn’t hard, probably because we were both empty after hours in the bedroom.
He sprinkled kisses down the back of my neck and over my shoulder, his stubble slightly coarse when his lips were so soft.
“You like my ass, don’t you?”
His kisses stopped for a moment, his lips resting against the back of my shoulder. He processed what I’d said and continued his kisses toward my ear before his lips gave me his warm breaths. “Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” His palm smacked my ass, giving it a playful spank. He continued to kiss me as his fingers kneaded my cheek.
“Yeah?” I turned and looked at him over my shoulder, knowing models and perfect tens used to occupy his bed long before I did. Valerie was model status, and he slept with her for years. I was probably the most ordinary woman he’d ever been with.
“Yes.” He looked me in the eye as he spoke, the sincerity obvious in the look. He said everything literally, didn’t know how to communicate in any other way, so I trusted his honesty. “I’ve checked out your ass a million times in those tight skirts you wear.”
My arm reached behind me and cupped the back of his head, cradling his face close to mine. I’d had no idea his eyes wandered where they shouldn’t because his reactions were usually controlled, but I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head…so I’d missed it.
He kept his face close to mine, his hand gliding over my stomach and then to my tit, and he grabbed it firmly. He moved his forehead to mine as his palm migrated to the skin over my heart, touching me the way I touched him sometimes. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with, Cleo.”
We sat on the patio in front of the fireplace after dinner, drinking beer with our chairs close together. A blanket was over both of us, and we listened to the sound of the flames burning the wood, the crickets that sang to the shores, the silence of the wilderness.
We didn’t say anything for a long time, because nothing needed to be said.
He finished his beer before he set it on the table beside him. He didn’t stand up to get another. Instead, he grabbed my hand under the blanket, his eyes still on the fire, touching me the way I’d touched him last time we were here.