Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I shifted up and down, desperately trying to get closer. Beneath my jeans, I could feel him growing larger. That delicious package that I wanted so bad was coming alive between us. He gripped my thighs and pulled me down against his crotch, the pressure sending both of us into the stratosphere.
He broke the kiss, releasing me for a moment as he slipped fingers beneath my T-shirt and dragged it up over my head. Then his hands were back on my body, carving swaths of fire across heated skin. I tilted my head back, pressing my pelvis against his and offering my breasts to his wandering fingers.
He took the bait, sliding up and under my bra to touch my bare flesh. I moaned, rotating in my seat to give him fresh ammunition. He slipped the bra off, casting it aside on the floor. I felt cool air on my nipples, relishing the knowledge that I was exposed before him. He slid his hands down my back until he reached my hips and thrust up into them.
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, like a condemned man salivating over his last meal. He gripped me hard, holding me still as he dipped his head to one breast. I felt warmth as his mouth closed over me, sucking my nipple deep inside. Pleasure spiked from two epicenters, the one in his mouth and the one grinding against his lap. My hands found his shoulders, and I relaxed into his arms, letting him guide me. He held me exactly where he wanted me, circling my areola with his tongue.
Suddenly the jeans we were wearing became too much. I wanted to shed them, touch him, and feel him inside me. I made a play for his belt, pulling out of his embrace to thrust my hands between us. He circled my wrists with his palms, blocking my advance and pinning my hands behind my back. As I struggled, he returned to my breasts, lapping gently.
I struggled, making my chest dance before his eyes. He pulled down on my combined hands, arching my back and baring my heart to his greedy advances. He sucked deeply, moving from one breast to the other, until he had his fill.
“Jason…” I moaned. “Please…”
He released me, allowing me to right myself and bend back toward him. I stabilized myself on the back of the couch, shifting off his lap. I reached again for his belt buckle, and this time he let me have it, helping me out with urgent fingers. I left his pants and reached for my own, undoing the button that held them at my waist.
Before we could each shed our clothing, he rose from the couch, scooping me up and carrying me with him. With one powerful hand, he gripped my ass as he maneuvered toward the hallway. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. He stumbled into a wall, unfamiliar with the dimensions of the cabin.
I felt the air rush from my lungs as the wooden planks stung my side. He rotated so that I was sandwiched between him and the wall and kissed me hard. I inhaled frantically before succumbing to the wave of passion that crashed over us. The kiss was over as soon as it began, and he was pumping against me, working me into the wood.
I groaned, an unladylike noise that was more animal than human. He felt so good pressing into me, like I had been half of a jigsaw all my life. And he was just now completing me. I kissed him again and again. I couldn’t help it. I was wild and starved for his attention. He rocked into me, palms sliding up my thighs.
“My bedroom…” I whispered, remembering that his bed was unassembled.
He nodded, releasing me from the wall to carry me two small steps through my bedroom door. We fell onto the bed together, locked in mad, passionate frenzy. He stood up, unzipping his fly and stripping his muscular legs of their clothing. I focused on my own problem for a moment, wiggling out of my jeans and tossing them to the floor. My underwear followed without ceremony. I wanted nothing between us but raw lust.
I looked up, trying not let my entire jaw drop. He was naked, holding his cock in one hand. It was beautiful, thick and ruddy like a soldier prepared for battle. My insides throbbed at the sight. I spread my legs, willing him to come to me, unable to wait any longer. I closed my eyes, my entire body on fire with anticipation. His touch didn’t come, and the cool mountain air teased my nipples as I lay spread out before him.
In desperation, I opened my eyes. He was staring down at me with something like admiration. I sat up on my elbows, my entire being narrowed down to a single thought.