Instead, he’s letting me lead and control the pace, only taking what I’m offering and nothing more.
I kiss over his bristly cheeks, panting. “We should move to the bed.”
His fingers flex, so long they’re half cupping my cheeks. I raise myhead to look into his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, making his sky-blue eyes nothing more than a dark ring around them.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his deep voice practically subterranean, rumbling through my whole body and settling in my dick.
I nod quickly. “I’m sure.”
The words barely leave my mouth and he’s pushing to his feet, holding me with that same grip, and I can’t help but laugh, wrapping my legs around him, more so I feel secure than because I think he’ll drop me.
Before he can lay me on the bed, I tug on his beard lightly. “Wait.”
He freezes, his whole body turning to stone as he stares at me, waiting to see what I want, if I’ve changed my mind. I lean in and press a quick kiss to his damp lips and then wiggle against him.
“We should get naked first.”
He sucks in a ragged breath but obligingly lets me down until my feet touch the ground, and then we’re both pulling off our clothes, staring at each other as we do it. The cozy space of the cabin is warm from the crackling fire, the low light from its dancing flames mixing with the setting sun and Mariah Carey serenading us to have me feeling some kind of way.
Or maybe it’s just Ashley.
And his big hands and even bigger heart.
It’s ridiculous. This man lives in an isolated cabin on the side of a mountain. He’s not looking for anything more than what’s happening in this moment, and I shouldn’t try and fool myself into thinking otherwise. Even as I remind myself of that, reaching for him the second my underwear hits the floor, I know chances are I won’t escape this cabin unscathed. At least not emotionally.
But even if it breaks my heart, I know I’m going to carry the memory of our sad little tree and the joy he brought me with me forever.
We end up on the bed with him on his back and me sprawled on topof him, kissing and touching each other a little less gently, a franticness beginning to build between us. A hunger like I’ve never known settles in the pit of my stomach, urging me on as I grind down against him, rubbing my stiff cock against his furry belly, his poking at my ass every time I move. His body hair tickles me, and I can’t help slipping down to kiss his pecs, licking at both of his nipples before making my way back up to his mouth for another taste. The chocolatey-ness from our cocoa has disappeared, and it’s pure him now, seducing me without even trying.
One of his hands cups my ass, pushing me down harder against him, rocking me in a way that has my balls tingling. I rip my mouth away from his, moaning, the sound loud and harsh in the soft space around us.
Staring up at me, Ashley slides his hand over my ass cheek until one of his big, thick fingers slips between and rubs against my hole, tantalizing me. I’m nodding before I even think about it, rutting against him frantically. “Yes. Please tell me you have stuff.”
He grunts and nearly dislodges me when he cranes over to grab at the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube with barely any left inside. I take it and start to open it, but he snatches it back.
“Let me.”
I suck in a breath and nod, not about to turn down the offer of feeling him preparing me to take what is definitely a proportionately sized cock. Definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen in person.
He guides me onto my back next to him, turning with me until he’s hovered above me, pressing kisses across my collarbones and down my sternum. His fingers touch me everywhere, so gently I can barely believe it’s this giant doing the caressing. Just beneath my chin. The curve of my shoulder. Skipping down my ribs until I jerk and giggle.
And then he’s right there, between my legs, and I watch with my breath held as he stares up at me and runs his tongue up the underside of my cock before swirling at the tip.
I dig my heels into the mattress beneath me, squirming againstthe sheets and gripping at his hair. “I need more of that. I might die if I don’t have it.”
Luckily, he’s more than willing to provide it, carefully exploring my length with his tongue and lips as he eases one slick finger inside me. It’s massive, and it’s a fraction of the size of his cock. I have to work on staying relaxed, letting him in, but then it doesn’t take too long before he’s slipping a second one inside me, and I’m gripping at his shoulders, nails digging into his smooth skin as I chantyesover and over beneath my breath.
When he lifts his head, I nearly scream at him until I see him shuffling across the mattress and digging through the bedside table again before cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” I can barely catch my breath, my chest heaving.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he says, his voice harsh with desire.
“Oh.”
Right, protection. That’s definitely something I would normally worry about when my whole focus isn’t consumed by a man taking me apart with little touches and a blowjob that’s attempting to suck my soul out through my dick.
“My last test was negative,” I offer, and his head whips around, eyes intense. “And I haven’t been with anyone since then.”