I touched the inside of her thigh. She didn’t stop me. I kept going up and up, feeling the heat smother my hand. She still didn’t fucking stop me. The burning heat then gave way to a tender wetness. With just my middle finger, I curled it, feeling the softness of her silky folds.
She. Didn’t. Stop. Me.
I added another finger and curled that one too, easily finding her delicate clit. I pressed the tips of my fingers to her nub and began to make circles.
Shayna groaned as we kissed, then she put her head back to the door. My mouth and tongue kissed down to her neck and around to her throat. I wanted to tear down to her chest, rip the fucking towel away, and fucking have her.
But I twisted my fingers again and made her jump. Her hand grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into me. She still didn’t stop me though.
“Yes,” she purred. “Fuck… yes…”
I slid my fingers down and plunged them deep into her core. Her walls tugged against my fingers, not only welcoming me with a fiery warmth but giving a hint at just how tight her body was.
Christ, just imagining fucking her was making my balls ache. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted…
I took my mouth away from her.
I stared at her.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a desperate passion.
I pulled my fingers out and thrust them inside her again. And again. And again. My thumb slipped up and touched her clit, bringing all her pleasure to life. She rocked her hips at me, her knees bent a little. Her breathing went wild and I knew there was no turning back now.
Shayna needed to come. I saw it in her eyes. I saw it in the way she bit her lip as she fought back screaming.
I put my lips to her ear. “You can scream all you fucking want, sweetie. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Shayna let out a long moan. Her other hand shot forward and grabbed my shirt. She pulled at me, bringing my body tight to hers. Her nails dug even harder into my wrist. My fingers kept thrusting, feeling her throbbing against my touch. I curled my fingers and found a resistant tender spot and knew I had gotten her right where she couldn’t contain herself.
As she started to come, her entire body jumped. Like she wanted to get away from me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I thrust my fingers again and curled them again. I held her against the door until I knew she was done. And that’s when I slid my fingers out of her and away. I touched her inner thigh and retraced my steps, leaving a trail of her own wetness to wash away in the shower.
I purposely touched her cheek with the same hand. The smell of her sweet body lingered between the two of us.
I gritted my teeth as my cock pressed hard against the inside of my jeans. It wanted out. I wanted it out. Fuck, I wanted Shayna so badly.
She breathed heavily, still trying to catch her breath.
I pressed my lips softly to hers and then set my sights on the bathroom door.
“You have to turn the knob and lift,” I said. “I never got around to fixing it.”
I did just as I said and the bathroom door opened. Shayna stepped back and inside.
“Uh, thanks,” she whispered and hurried to shut the door.
I never fixed the fucking door because there was no point in fixing it. I thought it would be kind of nice to have something like that, unfixed. Something she would complain about. Joke about. Break my balls about. Then I could say something stupid back like, ‘Hey, baby girl, I promised I would fix that… you don’t need to remind me everyday…’ And then she would say something like, ‘Well, that thing you like me to do… you don’t have to remind me about it everyday… I’ll do it when I feel like it…’
I made fists and stepped back to the bed and sat down. I promised myself I wouldn’t come here and do that shit, think of memories that never happened and never could happen.
Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t ever come to the cabin at all. I should have just sold it a long time ago and taken the money and run. Retired from Fiore and his underground fighting business and faded out into the sunset.
The water in the bathroom turned on.
No chance of that now. I was stuck with Fiore and I was stuck with Shayna.
I had no escape. If I took off now, Fiore would take Shayna - and he’d get the baby he wanted. No matter what. Before that could happen, he’d come after me and kill me. So my options were limited - take my life in my own hands and run. If I did that, Shayna would be forced… I didn’t want to think about it. Or I could stay, figure out a plan, and enjoy some wild sex with Shayna.
It seemed too easy.