Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
And it wasn’t like I was going to be able to stop her from riding me like the wild horse she was anyway.
I hold on just a bit longer. I rub her clit rhythmically with every stroke. All until those moans of hers hit their highest pitch, until she’s screaming for me at the top of her lungs, until I see the orgasm wrack her body, her muscles tense, then suddenly relax, and she sings for me so beautifully.
It’s all the permission I need to be there right with her. All that tension inside of me suddenly released into her sweet slit. Every bit of my warmth, and the intensity of I felt, my heart beating against my chest, my groans deep and low but just as powerful as her moans.
She collapses against me, her soft, round breasts against my hairy muscle. She’s in no rush to get off me, and really, I wouldn’t mind this going on forever.
“That... that was incredible,” she says, obviously pausing a bit to find the proper word to describe what had just happened between us. I don’t think incredible is a strong enough word to describe it, personally, but it’s not like we got a thesaurus on hand.
“You’re one hell of a woman, Savannah,” I heave out. “And I love that.”
I almost wanted to say I loved her, right then and there. And honestly, I don’t think it would have been a total lie. Lord help me. I’ve only known this girl for a few hours and I’m already thinking of marrying her.
She giggles, and finally makes a move to try to get off my cock’s fading strength. She must have overestimated how hard she fucked me, because she stumbles as soon as she gets to her feet.
I rush to catch her, and we tumble down onto the bearskin rug alone, both of us giggling wildly as I hold her tightly in my arms.
Twirling her hair with my finger, I pull her closer. “I don’t have anywhere to be. Do you?”
She pauses. Likely thinking whether she has work tomorrow, or some other horrible thing that’d break up our little journey to paradise. “No. I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Then you’re going to stay here with me, then. Your shelter from the storm.”
Savvy laughs. God, I love the sound of that. “You wouldn’t understand how many ways those words are true, Hunter. I can’t even begin to explain it.”
“Then don’t. Just enjoy the moment. Savor it.”
“Then savor you too.”
I grin. “When you’re ready for another round, I’m ready.”
Fuck me, I never thought a ditch on the side of the road would be where I found the girl of my dreams.
THREE
savannah
This is quickly becoming one steamy cabin.
I moan lightly as I shift through the piles of blankets on top of me. So warm, so comfy, I’m almost not missing that Hunter had left me sometime during the night, leaving me in his bed alone.
Almost. I’ll manage to forgive him at some point.
I twist around a bit, and look toward a wall clock. Unless that’s horribly off, it’s two in the afternoon. More forgivable. With some effort I pull myself out of the bed and sit on the edge, eyeballing Hunter’s bathrobe from the night before.
I can’t believe I went and fucked him. Sure, he’s hot and sweet, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and I could feel myself falling in love with him at first sight, but I’m not a “fuck on the first date” kind of girl. I usually like to feel people out, and convince myself that there could really be something there beyond fleeting attraction.
Maybe it’s just something I needed. With how everything fell apart with my father and the immense amount of stress I’d been dealing with, I needed something to remind me that life was worth living. And Hunter? He definitely makes life worth living.
Aching the good ache, I pull myself together and slip on his robe. I find my clothes, freshly cleaned and dried not far from me, and I head into the main room of the cabin to look for him. He’s not there, but I’m struck with how cozy everything is. When we drove up, I remember how “just right” his place looked as we approached, as if it were as natural as any of the trees that surrounded it. Inside? Every bit of furniture seems crafted with love, and out of actual wood. I’m so used to plastic and metal, and materials I didn’t even have the words to describe. Here, the rocking chairs look firm and sturdy, with designs carved into them. I wonder if they had any particular importance, or if they were just here to look nice.
The way the sunlight filters through the windows gives it all a golden hue, and the scent of pine and cedar remains strong, even though I’m sure a lot of this stuff had to have been made years ago. It all has a vibe of peace and tranquility, both things that have long eluded my life.