Page 20 of Eight Seconds

He flashes me his usual cocky smile as he steps to the bathroom, but there’s a softness in the corner of his eyes I think might be reserved just for me. My heart gives a flutter, and I take the brief moment of distance to regain my breath, ready to see what’s next.

11

WILDER

CALGARY, ALBERTA — EARLY JULY

I’m barely keeping it together.

Seeing Charlotte fall apart, tasting her on my tongue, and knowing I was responsible for it had me nearly coming in my pants. As I pull a condom out of the medicine cabinet and look at my throbbing cock, the wet patch on my briefs has me reconsidering if I did or not.Fuck.It gives an interested twitch at the thought, aching to be inside the perfect pussy I just feasted on like a starving man.

Charlotte remains on the table where I left her, one foot flat on the surface, causing her legs to stay slightly apart. The light of the trailer shines in the remains of her arousal and my spit on her exposed pussy. The lips of her pussy are pink and a little puffy in the most enticing way. She has one arm thrown over her face, deep breaths making her perky tits rise and fall. I didn’t spend nearly enough time giving them the attention they deserve: soft skin, nearly a full handful, and topped with taut nipples like berries on a summer cake. I can’t wait to have them in my mouth as I bury my cock inside her. Lost in the thought and the sight before me, I miss when she rises to her elbows. But I immediately lock onto her gaze when she speaks.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?”

“Watch that mouth of yours, baby, or I’ll find a better use for it,” I tell her at the same time I push my jeans and briefs down, stepping free of them and enjoying the way her eyes widen at the sight of my hard cock. It stands firm and proud, rising from between my legs and curving slightly to the right. Her mouth closes in a pleased smile, but her eyes stay fixed on where I roll the condom into place. I give the length a few extra strokes once it’s sheathed as I step between her legs.

She’s an offering, and I get to be the god she’s sacrificing herself to. Her ass is still near the edge, the leg she has bent keeping her balanced. I wrap one hand around it, pressing a kiss just inside her knee while I direct the tip of my cock to her glistening pussy. The most addictive moan slips from her lips when I drag the head through her folds, teasing and repeating to hear the sound again. I angle my final pass to coat myself with her arousal from base to tip, then settle my hot and heavy cock atop her skin, almost to measure the depth I will reach once I’m inside her. Charlotte looks down to where I twitch in anticipation, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the reality of my size.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her, pushing my hips forward in small thrusts, letting the base of my cock rub over her clit. “I’ll make it fit, baby.” I run my hands along her legs, pushing the upright one further away from the other. I rearrange her and hold her tightly under her thighs. “You’re going to look so good full of me.”

With practiced ease, I pull my hips back before lining up, notching myself at her entrance, and stilling. I give her one more look, letting her know I’ll stop, but my sassy girl grips her tits and gives the nipples a firm pinch, sighing in satisfaction before she says, “Then you better do it, Cowboy. Don’t leave me wanting,”

At her permission, my cock throbs with excitement, and I don’t hesitate to thrust forward.

Charlotte’s gasp is lost to the mind-melting feeling of tightness and the overwhelming sensation of heat coming from her pussy. It takes more than one deep breath to tell my cock not to blow too early. I want this to last, and I’m already at a disadvantage, having seen what Charlotte looks like when she comes and still licking the lingering taste of her off my lips. I groan and push further.

“Goddamn, baby, you’re tight as fuck. Hugging this cock so tight, I might never be able to leave.” I squeeze her thighs tighter, bordering on pressure so strong I could leave bruises. The thought doesn’t act as a warning. Instead, the thrill of marking her ignites a deeper fire in my veins, and I go deeper.

“Wild, it’s too much! I don’t think I can—oh my God,” Charlotte’s protest dies on her lips when my hips sit flush in the cradle of her legs. We both pant at the sensation, taking the breaths as a chance to adjust. She’s so tight, and the fit of us is so intense I’m genuinely afraid I won’t be able to move without hurting her. For both our sakes’ I need to get her pussy to release its chokehold on my throbbing dick. I move one of her legs to the crook of my elbow and reach over the top of her to suck on the pad of my thumb before applying gentle circles on her clit. “That’s—oh, yes, just like that.”

I can tell I’m doing things right when her channel begins to relax, and I can pull back a fraction, making her moan. I slide back in. Again and again, moving faster and faster as I thrust. Now that I can move, I ease off the pressure on her clit, reaching up to squeeze her tits, flicking the same wet thumb over her hard peaks. I’m rewarded with an arch of Charlotte’s back, thrusting her soft mound further into my hold, her hand flying up to hold its neglected twin.

“You like this?” I ask, driving hard for a moment before backing off, squeezing her breast to match the intensity before returning my hand to position her leg where I want it. I spread her just a little further, and the small amount of space allows me to go as deep as I can. I hold myself there, looking down at where we’re joined. There’s little telling where she ends and I begin. “Look at that,” I say, rolling my hips a little to see if I can hit that sensitive spot inside her. “Knew you’d look good on this cock.” I draw back, my dick wet and throbbing from being inside her. It’s a sight I know I’ll never be sick of. “Knew you could take all of me.” I prove it by thrusting in again.

Charlotte trails a hand down her sweat-slicked skin, over the top of her mound to rub her fingers against her clit. The ownership she takes of adding to her pleasure has me doubling my efforts, speeding up my thrusts, and staying steady when I hit a rhythm she likes.

“Yeah, there?” I ask when a mumbled moan of appreciation comes from her. “Okay, baby, I’ll stay right there.” Charlotte’s pussy is starting to flutter, seeking the exact pressure it needs to explode around me. I keep my pace, gritting my teeth as my cock protests being kept from its own release. But I refuse to come until she does. “Give me what I want, Charlie. Come on this fucking cock. Scream for me.”

Her hand works as furiously as my hips, but I clock the exact moment she detonates. Charlotte’s legs lock in my hold and her eyes roll back. She pinches a nipple and yells my name loud enough and long enough that I’m surprised the windows don’t rattle. Her pussy gets so tight, so fast, it wrings the climax out of me with ease.

“Fuck! Yes!” I shout at the same time I release pulse after pulse into the condom, her inner muscles contracting to pull more of my spend. “That’s it, baby. Fucking take it all.”

I thrust as much as I can—once, twice, three times—against the force of her orgasm before dropping my head to her chest. Her fingers thread through my hair as stars dance behind my eyes, and I try to catch my breath. Her gentle touches are soothing, and I reciprocate by loosening my grip and rubbing the flesh of her thighs with equal tenderness as we settle into a post-orgasm haze.

I wish we could stay like this, but as my skin begins to cool and my cock starts to soften, I push up and slip from her. I quickly tie off the condom and dispose of it before returning to help Charlotte off the table. I press a soft kiss to her lips, hoping the magnitude of my emotions can be felt through my actions. When I pull back, she lifts her face, eyes blinking owlishly with warmth. I love the flush that stains her cheeks and the way the wispy, baby hairs around her face have stuck to her forehead and temples, damp with sweat.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I whisper, directing her toward the bathroom, where the shower will barely contain both of us. We’ll end up with splashes all over the floor, and the hot water will run out before we’re finished, but right now, I don’t think I want anything more.

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It’s my favorite time of night. The intimate familiarity of darkness bleeding into the ethereal gray of sunrise makes the world feel frozen. Still and whole, just as it is. Something about the passage of night turning into day has always brought me peace. There were times in the last decade that it was the only thing that gave me a sense of calm. The only place I could breathe fully. Vulnerably. But as I hear Charlotte exhale a faint coo from where she’s asleep on my chest, I think that maybe that list now has two things on it: quiet dawns and this woman.

I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve shared my bed with plenty of women. I’ve lived a robust and exciting life, which has flourished under my belief that everything good is fleeting. But in that time, and operating under that mindset, I never once stopped to wonder what it would feel like to share more than just skin and satisfaction. Sexwithfeelings is an entirely new experience. One I can’t wait to have again.

Charlotte shifts a little, her fingers uncurling against my ribs. The featherlight touch prompts me to pull her in closer, even if there isn’t an inch of space between us.

“Why are you awake, Cowboy?” she asks softly. I like hearing her voice rough from sleep; it’s pitched a little lower than usual, not warmed up from a day’s usage. It makes every word sound like a secret between us. I bend down until I brush the barest of kisses against the top of her head.

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