Page 16 of Shelter for Martina

“Neither was I.”

“Then I suppose we don’t have anything to worry about, now do we?” she asked with a giggle and nibbled at his lower lip.

Her hand grasped his hardness and Bud saw stars. God, he wanted her so much! She was so unlike Becky in so many ways—light hair, blue eyes, short and slender—but she still had that feeling of home that he craved. He realized that was what he was looking for, a woman who’d represent home to him, that person who’d be there for him when he’d had a horrible day, who’d always welcome him and make him feel comfortable. Someone who could help him relax—he needed that more than anything. Martina was that woman. He knew it instinctively.

She sat up abruptly, and Bud watched in amazement as she undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. When she was finished, she stood, pulled his slacks off, and stared down at him. “I’m guessing nobody’s ever called you ‘LittleBud,’ have they?” she quipped with a chuckle.

He let out a laugh. “Nope!”

“Good. I’m pretty happy about that, I have to say.” As he watched, she rolled the leggings down and stepped out of them, then slid her panties down her thighs and stood in front of him bare and beautiful in the lamplight. He was about to reach for the band of his boxer briefs when she grasped them and pulled them down his legs and off.

His feet were still on the floor, and she pointed. “Slide on up in the bed.” He didn’t have to be told twice, and in seconds, they were both under her sheets, pressed against each other like hook and loop tape. There was some doubt in his mind that they could ever be pulled apart, and that was fine by him.

His hand wandered down her body until he found her wetness, then parted her slit and found that little hot spot he was looking for. He heard her gasp when he stroked it and knew he was on target. “Come here.” Rolling to his back, he helped her up and above him. “Climb on, pretty girl,” he said with a smile and watched as she positioned his cock just right, then dropped. “Awww, Jesus, you feel good,” he moaned, his hand slipping between them. “Put your hands on my shoulders and sit still, babe.”

He watched her struggling as he stroked her clit, her belly trembling and her breasts shaking. “Oh, god, Albert,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Shit, babe, your hands are magic.” He fondled her nipple with the other hand and she threw her head back. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“I want you to come for me, Martina. Come on. You can do it.” Her arms were shaking with the tension of holding herself above him, and he loved watching the war going on in her body as she fought to stay in control. He wanted her to lose control, to give in to him, to watch her come apart at his touch. “Let go, babe. When you do, I promise you won’t be sorry.”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh,” she breathed out as the orgasm washed over her, and her body gripped his tightly. Her channel pulsed around his rigidness and he felt himself harden even more. God, he hoped he could hold off long enough to give her a good ride. As soon as he stopped stroking her, she breathed a sigh of relief, but he hoped it was short-lived. “Okay. On your back.”

He waited until she’d climbed off and fallen to the mattress before he planted himself between her thighs and loomed above her, braced by his hands on the mattress at her shoulder level. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me. I’ve been ready for you for three hours now, Albert. I need it.”

“Jesus, I just hope I can last. It’s been so long. Ahhh…” One stroke in and he was pretty sure he was in trouble. He might manage two more. Maybe three.

“Albert, look at me.” When he opened his eyes and looked down into Martina’s face, her blue eyes met his brown ones. “Easy does it. Take your time. It’ll be okay.” Her voice was soothing, and some of the urgency slipped away, the tension in his spine easing. “That’s it. Take it nice and slow. There’s no rush, babe. There ya go.”

Bud set a rhythm that was slower than he’d thought he could manage, and his control grew. God, it felt so fucking good—shefelt so fucking good. He stared down into her eyes, watching her pupils dilate. Her lips part ever so slightly, and he saw her tongue flick out to wet them, a slight smile pulling the corners of her mouth upward. “Oh, god, Martina,” he whispered, his body burning for her, every stroke like an answered prayer. “So good, baby. So good.”

“Yeah. It really is. You fill me up just right, babe. Oh, Albert, yeah. That’s it. Just like that. I think I’m, oh, god, yeah, I’m gonna… Oh, god, yeah!” He felt her tighten around him and her hips thrust upward toward him, and everything in his world changed. This was where he was supposed to be. Satisfying her was easy and fun, and oh so satisfying to him too. “Oh, gawd, Albert, shit, baby, yeah!” she whispered, grinding against him.

“Oh, damn, I can’t…”

“Do it.” Those two words were all he needed.

Bud drove into her with a ferocity that surprised him, but she took it in stride and urged him on, her ankles slamming against his ass as her legs wrapped around his waist. Pouring all his energy into his thrusts, he pounded into her until he was sure she’d beg him to stop, but instead, she begged for more. About five minutes later, he knew it was almost over, and in seconds, when his balls drew up tight against his body, he emptied into her with a force that startled him.

He fell on top of her and wrapped his arms under and around her. Every wish in his heart was granted when her arms tightened around his ribcage. With her cheek pressed to his chest, he heard her sigh and felt her breath against his skin. Bud felt like he was eighteen again, like the world had been opened up once more and the sunlight let in. When he rolled them to their sides, she wiggled until her face was even with his and she smiled. “God, that was good.”

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he said with a grin and kissed the tip of her nose.

She giggled. “I’d like to do it again, but I’m not sure I’ve got the strength! I think I’ll have to work up to it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Whew! I’m worn out! You’re really something, little girl.”

“So are you, big boy. Wanna catch a nap? Can you stay?”

Bud gave her a shrug. “Don’t know why not. It’s not like I’ve got somewhere to be.” He rolled to his back and took her with him, pulling her into his side and holding her tight. Her arm drifted across his midsection and she rested her cheek on his chest. “I’ve never done the walk of shame before. I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

“The shame is that you didn’t bring some clothes. You could’ve showered and gone straight to work from here in the morning. I have to be out and gone by six thirty anyway. I have to be at work by seven.”

“Yeah, I suppose I could’ve, but I never dreamed we’d wind up here.” He hugged her and she kissed his left nipple. “Next time you should come to my house.”

“I’d like that. Where do you live?”

“Out in Robards. Not that far. I’ve got a few acres and—” The sound of a text coming in interrupted him and he reached for his phone.

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