Page 36 of Merrily Mine
I spread her thighs apart, opening her legs for me, and slid two fingers inside of her. She was still wet from earlier, especially with my cum still leaking out of her.
It was a dangerous game we were playing, even if she was on birth control. But some part of me secretly loved the idea of knocking her up—of watching her belly grow round with our baby. A little cowgirl just like her momma, who would run around our ranch in pink boots with a bow in her hair.
“I want you,” she told me. “However and whenever you want.”
“Whenever?” Fisting her hair, I tugged lightly on it. “Don’t say that to me, Em, or you’re never going to be wearing panties again. I’ll have you sitting on my cock twenty-four seven. You can keep it warm for me, baby.” My cock twitched at the thought. Of having her whenever I wanted.
She moaned, clenching around my fingers.
“You like that, huh? You wanna be my good girl, ready to be fucked whenever I want?”
“Yes,”she cried, an orgasm hitting her as she came on my fingers.
God, she was beautiful when she came like this, her expression melting into one of pure pleasure, her eyes a little hazy, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Fuck.” I pulled my fingers out of her body, wrapping my hand over hers where she still had a grip around my length. “There might be some resistance?—”
I’d never fucked anyone in a hot tub before, but the water posed a few challenges.
But she just shook her head, lifting her hips and together, we guided my tip to her entrance. She sank down onto my length, just a few inches, before letting out a rough cry. Goddamn, but she felt hotter than normal inside, and even tighter than usual.
“Baby,” I moaned. “Oh,fuuuck.” She lifted her lips before plunging back down again, like she was desperate to impale herself on my cock.
She did it a few more times, working herself down to the base, but the friction from the water was quickly becoming too much. I grabbed her hips, lifting her out of the water while keeping myself buried inside of her. Setting her down on the side of the tub, she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I started to piston in and out of her, fucking her deep.
“Is this what you needed, huh? A good, hard fuck?”
Emily cried out, dropping her head back as I slammed in to the hilt, making her tits bounce. The sunlight bounced off the snow and illuminated her skin, making her look almost ethereal.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Mason.”
God, my name on her lips was incredible. The way her sweet voice sounded, her green eyes baring into mine as I fucked her in earnest—it was too much. I wanted to make this last, wanted to draw out her orgasm—to edge her until she was crying out, panting and shaking—but I would never make it. Not when her tight cunt felt like heaven, and I was already extra sensitive from fucking her earlier this morning.
“You’re a dream,” I rasped in her ear. “A fucking beautiful dream. One I never want to wake up from.”
I didn’t know if she’d heard me—if she was even cognizant at the moment—but I didn’t care. Let her have my confession. If she looked at it too quickly, she’d realize how I felt. How far I’d come from our original agreement.
This was so much more than just a casual fling, than just sex. This was a raw connection that I couldn’t deny, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t.
I just wanted her.
When I woke up the next morning, I could somehow feel a shift in the air. Like something was different now. Somehow, the world had changed overnight—and so had we. It was sobering, really. My phone buzzed, and a part of me knew what it meant.
Our little bubble of paradise was over.
The bed next to me was empty, and I rolled over, finding her standing in the doorway. The lights illuminated her body, bathing her in a warm light. Like the angel she was.
“Power’s back on,” she told me. “I haven’t gone outside to turn the generator off yet, but…”
“I can do it. Just let get dressed. Looks like they got the cell towers back up again.”
“Yeah.” Emily bit her lip as she leaned against the doorframe, wearing only my shirt. God, I would never get used to that sight. “I got ahold of my parents this morning. They were worried about me, but they’re having a great time on their trip. I told them I was fine.”
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap. I wound my hands around her, cupping her bare ass and squeezing lightly. Emily wasn’t wearing any panties—damn vixen that she was. Like she’d taken my suggestion yesterday to heart.
“And are you fine?” I asked her, kissing her neck.
