Page 46 of Treat Her Right

It had been so long, too damned long. He leaned forward, opened her further with his fingers, and drew her into his mouth, savoring her with a raw sound of hunger and satisfaction. The contact was so startling, so intense, she tried to lurch away, but he gripped her hips in his hands and held her pinned to the tree while he got his fill.

She gave up and with his support, her thighs fell open further, giving him better access, which he quickly accepted, licking and sucking at her hot sweet flesh. Her hands tangled hard in his hair, pulling him closer still.

Zack’s heart punched hard in his chest and his cock strained in his jeans. He couldn’t wait another second. He stood and turned her. “Hold onto the tree.”

Panting, rigid, she looked at him over her shoulder and said, “What..?”

Zack had his jeans opened and the condom out in a heartbeat. He rolled it on, moaning at the sensation of the rubber on his erection, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. He stepped up to her, slipped his fingers under her to open her for his entry, and took a soft love bite of her shoulder while he pressed in.

Wynn flattened her hands on the rough bark, bracing herself, groaning with him. He wanted to touch her everywhere, and did. He felt her breasts, rolled her nipples, stroked her belly and below, fingering her until she cried and relaxed and he could sink deep into her.

“Oh yeah,”he rumbled, finally where he’d wanted to be almost from the first second he saw her. He had to catch his breath and his control before he could start the rhythm they both needed. “Tilt your hips. Push back against me, Wynn. That’s it, sweetheart.”

He gripped her hips and helped her. When she caught the frenzied rhythm, he returned to pleasuring her, one hand on her breasts, one between her legs.

Sweat dampened his back though the night was cool. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on not coming, on not giving in to the raging need to let go. He wanted her with him, wanted to know that she’d climaxed, that he’d satisfied her. He pressed his face into her shoulder while his every muscle grew taut and rippled and suddenly she went still, holding her breath.

“Yes, Wynn,” he urged her, knowing he was a goner, that he’d last maybe two seconds more and that was it. Her head dropped forward between her stiffened arms and her breath came out in a long, low earthy moan that obliterated any last thread of his control. She didn’t scream, but at the end she said his name on a seductive, satisfied whisper of sound that licked along his spine.

He shuddered as he came, holding her tight and pounding into her, not the least bit worried about hurting her, not when she continued to roll her hips sinuously against him, continued to make soft sounds of completion and satisfaction.

A big woman was nice, better than nice.

He slumped into her, which made her slump into the tree. They both struggled for breath.

A few seconds later, she groaned and shifted the tiniest bit. “Zack?”

“Hmmm.” Their skin felt melded together, her back to his chest, her sweet backside to his groin, the front of his hairy thighs to the smooth backs of hers. He didn’t want to move, not ever.

“The tree isn’t all that comfortable,” she complained. “Do you think we can totter over there to the hammock?”

His legs were still jerking in small spasms. His heart hadn’t completely slowed its mad gallop yet. There was a low ringing still in his ears.

He felt stripped bare down to his soul. His lungs burned. “Yeah, sure. No problem.”

Determined not to crumble, he straightened slowly. He felt like an old man with arthritis, very unsure of his ability to stay on his feet. He removed the condom, dropped it into the grass with the mental reminder to dispose of it later, then tugged his jeans back up.

All that took more effort than he could spare and he nearly collapsed again. Wynn didn’t help, not when she turned and leaned into him. She was a woman, but she was no lightweight. He remembered lifting his petite wife after sex and holding her in his arms. Ha!

Zack eyed the hammock that wasn’t too far away considering they were against the tree supporting it at one end. He slung an arm around Wynn and fell into the canvas. She laughed as the hammock swung wildly, almost tossing them both, but when they stayed more in it than on the ground she snuggled around until she was mostly on top of him.

“Will the ropes hold both of us, do you think?”

“If not, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You will not.” She leaned up and looked at his mouth, then touched him with a gentle fingertip. In the most sweetly feminine voice he’d ever heard from her, Wynn said, “I really liked what you did.”

Zack closed his eyes and grinned. She’d damn near yanked him bald with her enthusiasm, so he’d assumed as much.

He said, “I told you so.”

“It seemed sort of…kinky.”

Still grinning, he said, “It only seems kinky the first time. Trust me.”

“Did you like it?”

He opened one eye. She looked uncertain. “My only complaint is that once again you pushed me over the edge.”

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