Jenny had read plenty of romance novels. She knew all the best descriptions for kisses and things more intimate. She was guilty of lingering over scenes of tenderness and the sweet nothings that the heroes would murmur as they caressed their lovers.
But romance writers, she realized in that moment, knew nothing.
It wasn’t weak knees and gentle words. It was raw and animal, an utterly primal power that made every nerve ending in her body come alive with the touch of his lips on hers. It was need and strength, in the feel of his sweat-beaded muscles under her fingers. For a moment, she wished she still had claws, because she wanted to sink into that flesh and claim him as her own.
His fingers were impossibly strong, pulling at her shoulders, kneading at her waist, and Jenny wondered if she would have bruises that wouldn’t show on her dark skin. She wanted bruises. She wanted marks of their lovemaking, and when Travis groaned and tried to gentle his hands, she pressed harder into him.
“The deck,” she hissed near his ear. “I want to make love on the deck we built.”
Her breath left her lungs as Travis lifted her effortlessly and carried her onto the new deck, laying her sensibly in the only bit of shade. The morning had gotten unexpectedly hot, and already, her entire body was moist with sweat.
It made every touch electric, and as wet as her body was, between her legs was a wetter place still. Travis peeled off her soaking underwear, and pulled her dress off over her head in one musical move. He was shucking off his own clothing with an eagerness that made him almost clumsy, and Jenny drank in the sight of him.
His cock sprang out eagerly, rigid and thick. Gold-skinned muscles gleamed with dappled sunlight and perspiration, a fascinating rippling effect that made Jenny flex her hands helplessly as she waited.
She did have long to wait, then he was straddling her, spreading her legs and thrusting into her without any of the preambles of the night before.
Their previous encounter had been lovemaking, this was just fucking, and Jenny loved every moment of it. She arched up to him, crying out and clawing at the boards they had so recently screwed in. He set a brutal, desperate pace to his thrusts, growling near her ear as she panted and met every stroke.
She came like a explosion, feeling the release ripple through her entire body right to her toes. Travis slowed his motions to let the decrescendo of her orgasm last longer, then slipped entirely out of her, gritting his teeth as he paused to delay his own release and prolong their fun. Jenny gave a cry of loss as he left her, but when he had recovered his control and made a motion to resume where they had left off, she sat up and pushed him back down.
She straddled him authoritatively, holding down his thick arms as if she had any chance of keeping him in place, and he grinned at her in delight and desire.
She teased him for a long moment, just touching the end of his quivering penis with her outer folds, letting him get only the head into her places of pleasure before retreating again. She leaned over to kiss his neck, sliding teeth over his collarbone and shoulders, licking, and letting her breasts, sensitive nipples fully erect, slide over his sweat-slick chest.
He groaned and thrust his hips at her, but let her continue to hold him down, though the muscles bunched up several times as if he wished to break free.
Then, finally, she buried him into her, letting his member fill her entirely, and then held herself there. The noise he made was half delight and half agony of desire, and he bucked against her. She locked around him, keeping him from retreating for a full stroke, and kept her motions to small, torturous gyrations.
She wasn’t sure who finally gave in, whether she began the rhythmic strokes, in and out, or if he made it happen. His hands were on her hips, and she wasn’t sure when she’d let
go of his arms and put her hands on his shoulders; her world was reduced to the friction and pressure and throb of the pleasure he was raising inexorably in her.
When she came again, he did as well, and Jenny could feel the pulse of his release deep within her as all of his muscles turned to rock beneath her hands and her world reduced to light and completion.
When she could remember herself again, she was sprawled on top of Travis, both of them slick with sweat and other fluids, breath heavy in each others ears.
She felt satisfied. From the lobes of her ears to the heels of her feet, she was exactly where she wanted to be, her whole body feeling comfortably used.
“I think I have a splinter in my ass,” Travis told her, and the laughter came through his chest into Jenny’s ears and infected her until she couldn’t do anything but giggle helplessly, clasp her sides, and gasp for breath.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Jenny suggested, sitting up at last.
“We should have the staff house to ourselves at this time of day,” Travis said, rising to his feet and helping her up.
Jenny picked up her dress and looked down at her body. “I don’t really want to put this on,” she said.
Travis picked up his own clothing, but made no move to put any of it on. “Lucky you, the resort is clothing optional.”
Otter cheered in her head.
Jenny’s reluctance must have shown on her face, and Travis assured her, “I’ll take you around the back way. We probably won’t meet anyone.”
Jenny stood up straight. “Alright, then,” she said, putting her hand in the crook of his elbow that he offered. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Chapter 17
“...And then we gave the new decking a good load test,” Travis said with a grin that felt like it was going to split his face.