Page 12 of Resorting to Love
Chloe’s cabin is straight ahead. Less than a five-minute walk if we’re undisturbed, and there’s not a person in sight.
“Change of plans,” she says, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward a small forested area on the right. “I need you now.”
My breath comes out as a grunt when she pushes me against the nearest tree. I’ve had women throw themselves at me before, but this is different. She’s different.
“Kiss me,” she says, pressing her body to mine. “Kiss me hard and fuck me harder. Don’t turn me down or make me wait. You don’t have to make me come, I just need to feel you deep inside me. Right now. Please.”
Every damn cell in my body fires as I claim her soft lips. I sweep my tongue into her mouth. Skate my palms over her curves. Hands curled around her hips, I reverse our positions, pinning her to the rough bark as I kiss my way down her neck, over the tits hidden beneath her dress, then lower. I drop to my knees, slide my hands up her legs, and tug her panties down.
“You don’t have to do this,” she says as I disappear under the front of her dress.
“Oh, I absolutely fucking have to, sweetheart.” I nudge her thighs open with my shoulders. Close my eyes as I breathe in her scent. My mouth is watering, and I bury it between her legs, moaning as I get my first taste of her tangy-sweet heat.
My cock’s hard enough to bust through my zipper. It’s ready to meet her demands. Hard. Deep. Now. Greedy bastard’s going to wait until I get the first thing I need.
“Hang on to me,” I say, lifting her right leg and looping it over my shoulder. “Really hang on.”
She gasps, grabbing my head through the silky dress when I repeat the action with her left leg, putting her in a position entirely at my mercy. “I’m going to fall.”
“Never, I’ve got you. Now get nice and comfy up there. I want this pussy riding my face hard.”
Her hips jerk forward to meet my tongue when I wiggle it against her clit. A couple more strokes and her body’s rocking on my mouth, matching my rhythm. “God, that’s so good.”
Not good enough if she’s still able to form a sentence. I up the pressure, the speed, until there’s no more rhythm. Just me, eating her out like the starving man I am, and her grinding on my face, moaning my fucking name like a goddamn prayer.
“Eli…oh God…oh my fucking God…”
I’d stay like this, making her come on my face all night long if she’d let me. When she folds herself over my head and beats her feet against my back, I know my time here is up.
She grabs my belt buckle the instant I’m standing, working it and my zipper open as I crush my lips to hers. “Condom?” she asks against my mouth.
“Wallet. Back pocket.”
She fumbles behind my butt, her adorable angry-kitten growl vibrating between us when she drops the wallet on the ground. “Fuck it. I haven’t had sex in two years, and my gyno cleared me way back then. You?”
“I’ve never gone without a condom.”
“Then you’d better pick it up. I wasn’t trying to pressure you.”
I pull back enough to look in to her eyes. “And I was trying to reassure you that when I’m inside you without protection, you’re the only one there’s ever been.”
“Oh,” she whispers.
I hoist her up, wrapping her legs around my back. The head of my cock notches into place between her legs. I’m so fucking hard. So ready to bury myself to the balls, to give her the hard fuck she needs. To give her everything.
“You’re the only one,” I say, then fill her with a thrust that pushes the breath from her sweet lips. All hell breaks loose inside me once I’m seated to the root in her tight heat. I pin her with my chest. Crush my mouth to hers. Curl my fingertips into her ass to hold her in place while I fuck her so deep, so hard, I can’t tell where my cock ends and she begins.
Fire races through me, ignites an inferno at the base of my cock. “You feel so good, so fucking tight and perfect. Touch yourself, sweetheart. Need to hear you saying my name, feel you squeezing my cock when I come.”
My sexy woman doesn’t argue. She slips her hand between our bodies, her fingers finding a short, urgent rhythm as I rock into her, again and again. “Eli, God, yes…” she moans as her pussy clenches me tight.
So. Fucking. Good… I thrust one more time, stars flashing behind my eyelids as my cock pulses inside her, marking her as mine, from the inside out.
She wraps her arms around me, giggling as she presses her forehead to mine. Chloe, my salty, snarky, stubborn queen, is giggling. While my dick’s still in her perfect body.
Considermemarked, too. And I have no complaints about it.
“Holy shit, did that just happen?”
