His tongue was so, so good, but it was never enough. I started panting like an animal in heat as he buried his face between my legs.
Sucking, fucking, tonguing me until my core tightened like the world's hottest coil. He held me down the more I shook, a force of nature teasing my most tender flesh, his pressure quickening by the second.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Heaven. Help. Me.
But the only man I ever needed help from pushed me into the blinding fire when his tongue landed on my clit one more time. I nearly scratched a hole through the new mattress, clawing at the bed for support, feeling his strength holding me up as I came.
Harder than before. Always, always harder.
Hot, wet, fiery bliss consumed me.
I rocked against his face while he rumbled pleasure in his throat, fucking his tongue into me, everywhere seemingly all at once. I'd never understand how he did it. He was only human, but he put me into a zone nobody else ever would, a place so secure and sexy I wanted to stay forever.
Skin held me gently for a moment when I finally stopped screaming.
I struggled to catch my breath, loving his fingers running through my hair, stroking me back to soft awareness.
His hot, feral whisper helped too. “You've got thirty seconds to fill your lungs, baby girl. Then I'm filling you. We're fucking all night, and I'm not gonna stop 'til the sun comes up.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, that's the only thing that'll save you from this dick, babe. What were you expecting here? Did you really think I wouldn't fuck you stupid after seeing you dolled up like my goddamned bride? Did you really think I'd just drop my load and crash without leaving you spent to the whole fucking world?”
His hand slipped down to my ass and struck me hard. I whimpered and jerked forward, but he caught me by the hair, shoving me into place, making me feel the hard-on raging against my ass cheeks.
I still pretended I didn't like being spanked and ordered around. But we both knew better. My little white lie only seemed to turn him on more, and soon he nipped at my ear, growling raw desire into me again.
“Bullshit, Meg. I love you so fucking much I could die. You ain't stupid. Don't you ever play coy with me. You're as smart as you are beautiful. You know what lovers do.”
I did. Oh, how I did, and I learned a little more every night I was with him. I had a feeling my education was about to swell a hundred times faster now that we finally had a home together, a new bed to wear down every sultry night.
The cabin was only permanent, fickle, as lovely as it could be. Here, we'd forge a future, in the bedroom and out.
“I know, Skin. Trust me, I do.”
“Yeah, you'd fucking better, beautiful.” He pulled on my hair, twisting me to the side, pointing out the window with the pale gray light streaming in. “Winter's coming soon, sweet babe, and that means you're gonna spend those long, dark nights coming every way I tell you to. We've got to stay warm. We've got to light a fire. And I'm gonna make this town echo with the sounds of my cock making you scream.”
“I love you!” I shouted it just as he spread my legs and pushed inside me.
It wasn't tender. It sounded like a curse on my lips, and it only made his hips piston when he went to work, anchoring his angry tip deep inside me, stroking me in hard, fast, aggressive waves. His balls slapped my * harder as he pinned me to the bed.
No surprise, our first fuck here hit harder than lightning. Just like the way I'd fallen for this man. He bent me to him in a flash of fire, heat, insatiable lust.
Whatever spell he'd worked on me today, it was stronger than ever.
He couldn't have fucked me for more than a couple minutes before I felt my * tightening again, burning for release, begging me to beg him for what I needed more than anything else.
“Come with me, Skin. Come inside me!” I panted, I moaned, I surrendered as my eyelids fluttered shut.
“Fuck, no. Not 'til I feel your little * squeeze this cock like you're losing your mind. You're hot, babe, but you're not burning down yet. I want to fuck a fireball before I let you feel my come.”
Sweat hissed out my pores. He slowed his strokes. I could've turned around and killed him, if only he didn't have me hog-tied with his arms, pinned down like his personal fuck toy.
He stopped me right when I was on the brink. My hips shook. I fought to fuck him back, slam my ass into him, make him lose control until he filled me with his smoldering seed.
“You're a bastard!” I whimpered. “I love you, but I hate you right now. Please let me come. Please.”
“Fuck, yeah, woman, you always knew I was. Lucky for both of us you love it like this, don't you? You love all the new ways I find to make you come harder.”
Bastard. Angel. Old man.
Whatever he was just then, he was absolutely right. I'd never felt so alive as my heart pounded, sending fire through every vein, awakening a need in my body like I'd barely known before.
“You want it harder, don't you?”