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“On whether you’re too old to still get it up.”
A wolfish grin spreads across my face. She really is too much. I was hell-bent on waiting. But now I realize I can't. I want her too much
“I can still get it up,” I growl. “In fact, I'm hard as a rock right now.”
5
Keira
I standup from the table like I’m in a dream. My feet float forward. One step at a time. Closer and closer to Nash with each passing heartbeat.
This is what I’ve been thinking about all evening. I can’t believe it’s finally going to happen. I’d convinced myself I didn’t want to. But, suddenly I realise how stupid I was being.
I’m literally stuck up here in a cabin with the man of my dreams. I’d be crazy to pass up on this opportunity.
Who cares if I never see him again? At least I’ll always have this one magical night to look back on and remember.
He takes me by the hand and pulls me a little closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
“You don’t think I’m too… curvy?” I say.
A flicker of anger spreads across his face. One second it’s there, the next it’s gone. Like the lightning in the sky outside.
“Too curvy?” he growls. “Who said that to you? I’ll tear their fucking heads off.” His hand runs up the side of my hip. He grabs me by the small of my back and pulls me down onto his lap. “You’re perfect, Keira. Absolutely perfect.”
His lips press against my neck. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “Oh, Nash,” I moan.
The feel of his mouth against my skin is almost too much to bear. Nobody's ever called me perfect before.
“Keira,” he says, “I want you so bad.”
Our lips unite in a frenzy of passion. Nash’s tongue forces its way into my mouth. I open wide and let him in.
Then, before, I realize what I’m doing, I put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze.
“Ahhhh!” He clenches his eyes shut and pulls away. His huge hand rubs the place where was touching him.
“I’m so sorry!” I jump up and cover my mouth with my hand. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
When he looks at me, there are tears of pain in his eyes. They glisten like stars. All I want is to wrap him up and take care of him and make him feel better.
“It’s not your fault.” He reaches out and pulls me back into his arms. At first, I’m tentative. I don’t want to cause him pain. But he holds me tighter and kisses me and pretty soon his hand is exploring the region between my legs. “It’s mine,” he says, “I guess I forgot how banged up I am.”
Talking ain’t easy when you’ve got a big, strong pair of fingers rubbing up against your pussy. “I should have been more careful,” I moan.
He undoes my pants and lets them fall to the floor. The feel of his touch against my soft skin is electric. The flames from the fire behind me warm my ass.
Nash kisses my hip while sliding his fingers back and forth over the outside of my panties. I’m so wet it’s like I’ve just got out of the bath.
He pushes my panties to the side and slowly caresses my opening.
I look down as his teeth gently bite my tummy and then my hips and then his tongue runs all along my slit. He sucks on my tiny tight ball of nerves, driving me wild.
My legs go weak. Lights pop inside my head as his fingers enter me and start to saw deep inside my cavern.
“Yes,” I moan, “oh, my God! That feels so fucking good, Nash. Don’t ever stop.”
Spurred on by my words of encouragement, he begins to pick up the pace.
