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That's all the permission I need. My body’s primal logic takes over. I thrust into her like a wild beast while she claws at my skin and lets out these amazing little screams.
I keep up the pace and watch the orgasm consume her. Her back arches. Her jaw clenches. Her pussy milks me. I stare deep into her sex-drenched eyes and thrust hard. The build-up in my balls is too much to resist, and I release the whole of me into her beautiful cunt.
I make sure to hold tight to the condom when I withdraw. After tossing my load into the bathroom trash, I lie down beside her.
“I wish we had all night,” she says, searching my gaze.
“Me, too.” I haven’t gotten enough of her. I don’t know that I could ever get enough of her. We kiss open-mouthed and hungry. Her tongue’s caress sends blood straight back into my dick. “Do you parents mind you getting home a little later?”
“They don’t care as long as I’m with you. They adore you.”
The praise makes my head spin. “And their daughter?”
“She’s caught feelings. But nothing compared to her parents.” She giggles and reaches under the cover. Lightly, she strokes my hard cock.
Groaning, I thrust into her hand. She swirls the tip and gives me a hit of head-spinning neediness. I open my eyes to her lying on my pillow, her lips parted with quick breaths. “I take it you’ve got time for round two?”
“Yes."
“Will you ride me?”
She nods.
With my dick sheathed, I hold her hips while she lowers herself. I don't want to blink. I've spent my life waiting to see the perfect woman riding my dick.
Her eyes roll back, and her tits bounce with each upward thrust. I give her nipples light twists and short strokes. I reach her clit, and she swings her hips forward to meet my touch.
"Please, Brady."
"Yes, Sammy. For you, anything." I circle her clit and ecstasy overtakes her, twisting her so she has no choice but to dig her fingers into my forearms to keep from falling.
Fuck, I'm proud of myself. I pound upward, driving deep inside while we stare at each other in awe. The orgasm consumes me. I'm left empty, in a state of bliss that only comes from being with the woman I love.
“This is a new neighborhood,” Sammy remarks as I pull out of the Bearclaw Foothills gate.
“They started building about a decade ago, a few years before I got here. It’s mostly seasonal owners and vacation rentals. We get more traffic in the summer than the winter.”
“Do you stay here all winter?”
“Most of it. I’ve got a few rentals of my own in the neighborhood. They fill up in the wintertime, too. The Fire Authority gives us extended vacation in January and February. I usually go back to Seattle to spend time with the family and do some work things. We’ll have to hold our ice-skating competition before I go.”
She laughs. “Whenever you like, Mr. Wilkinson, it’s game on.” She tilts her head the way she does when she wants information. “So, you work in Seattle?”
“I own a few businesses with my brother-in-law. He does all the heavy lifting. I’m just the investor.”
“Do you miss home?”
I find her hand in her lap, and we intertwine our fingers on her thigh. This feels like home. The conversation, the sex, us sharing space. It’s everything I want in a home.
“I’ll always love Seattle. It’s not too far from here. Easy to visit. My family spends a lot of time in Whispering Pines. My sisters and their families are here every summer for a few weeks. My brother lives in New York, and he comes out with whichever chick he’s dating. My parents prefer being here in winter. They’re into cross-country skiing.”
“Do they stay with you?”
“Nope. That’s what the rentals are for.” I squeeze her hand. “But you can stay anytime.” I raise my brows suggestively.
She returns with an equally suggestive look. “In your bed?”
“Damn right.”
