HUCK:The Montana Brothers(15)

"Huck! Please, it's so sensitive!" I pleaded with him.

Slowly, he pulled away. He kissed all around my opening, and if he'd  wanted to keep doing that, letting his rough, stubbly face rub against  my thighs while his wonderful mouth came oh-so-close to my aching clit,  for maybe the next thousand years, it would have been perfectly fine by  me.

But I still held him in my hand, and his cock showed no signs of being  finished. His hands never left my body as he adjusted and turned himself  around to lay atop me face to face again. I could feel him at my  opening, prepared to enter me once more.

"Make love to me Huck. I've never come like this. I need it slow. Please," my voice begged him. It was barely above a whisper.

He smiled warmly, his eyes staring deep into mine as he slid back  inside. He took my hands in his, our fingers intertwined, and he  stretched them as far above my head as he could. He brought them  together, enveloping both my wrists in one of his large hands. His free  hand cradled my face and he kissed me softly. His kiss lingered on my  mouth, the flavor and scent of my orgasm strong on him. He kissed my  cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids. Gently all over my face, savoring each  one.

His thrusts were measured and slow. He'd give me half, half, half, and  then fill me completely, withdrawing until he was only just barely there  and then resuming.

It was maddening. He was stoking a fire inside me, somewhere deep inside  in a place I didn't know existed. I struggled weakly against his grip  on my wrists, but I was helpless. His kisses returned to my mouth,  passionately, as his pace quickened just a bit.

My body craved more. The time for rest and recovery was past. Soreness  be damned, I needed it hard. I needed him to use my body to get himself  off. I needed to make him come; give him pleasure. Just as badly as I  needed to reach the pinnacle again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles there behind his  ass. I caught his eyes with mine and summoned in the sultriest voice I  could.

"Fuck me, Huck. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me until you finish."

"You're so beautiful, Belle," he said. "I know what you need. Remember  how I told you I wanted you? From behind. Put that perfect ass of yours  up high in the air for me."

I let him turn me over, my face down in the lush, green moss, not caring  how lewd I must have appeared. I was writhing. My skin was flushed hot.  If the sun came up at that very moment and the entire population of  Whitmer had decided to have breakfast at the lake, I wouldn't have  cared. All I needed was Huck to pound everything that ailed me right out  of my body forever.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, and he guided himself inside. I gritted my teeth as he began his assault.

My family has owned race horses for generations. Thoroughbreds. I've  spent time with them, brushed them, fed them, ridden them, marveled at  their musculature and power. Up close, their majesty takes your breath  away.                       
       
           



       

The most magnificent stallion paled in comparison to Huck Calloway.

I lost track of the orgasms, and every pore of my body felt like it was  sweating. He pounded me, aggressively hammering his cock in and out of  me, his balls swinging up to slap against my clit.

My body gave up at some point, one climax indistinguishable from the  next, battered by a hurricane. I was a limp ragdoll, held up from total  collapse only by Huck's hands and his cock.

Without warning, he bellowed. If any wolves or bears were in the area,  I'm certain they'd have fled in the face of an apex predator. The sound  he made was like a lion's roar as he finally reached the point of no  return. He let me down to the ground and pulled out, taking his erection  in his hand and emptying himself. It sounded almost painful, a  growling, gasping effort that I felt from between my shoulder blades to  the small of my back.

The sheer volume of what came out of him was startling, and his climax  seemed to last for minutes. I lay on the ground, beneath the stars, the  lake shimmering off to my left, and a mountain breeze rustling the  leaves of the trees. It was magical. I'd never felt so spent, so  completely exhausted, yet at the same time so invigorated and full of  life. I drifted in and out of consciousness, prone and still, more  relaxed than after a week at the spa. Walking would be painful for days,  but I didn't care.

After all was said and done we laid quietly next to each other, staring  at the stars, both breathing hard from the love we'd just made in a  valley under a star-filled night.



"Belle, baby, I have a blanket in my truck, but I don't have a towel. I  do, however, have these," Huck handed me a red plastic cup, which  matched one he held in his other hand. He'd wandered back to the truck  at some point while I was in that twilight space between asleep and  awake.

I took it and sweet, cold lemonade filled my mouth and slid down my parched throat.

"Go easy, it's got a little kick to it. Home recipe. For special  occasions. I had some in a cooler in the truck. Just in case." He  grinned at me.

"Oh, just in case, eh?" I teased him, finishing my drink and holding out  my cup for more. He tossed his own back and produced a jug, giving us  both seconds.

"Yep, just in case. If I got lucky."

"I'd say we both got lucky. That was amazing," I said, stretching to the  point I thought I might dislocate something and then slowly recoiling.

"You were amazing," he said, running a hand through his hair. I could  feel my cheeks blushing. "But like I said, I don't have a towel, and I  sort of, well, I made a bit of a mess all over you." It was his turn to  blush.

I laughed softly. "It's okay. We'll figure something out."

"It's already been figured," he said, standing up and bending down to scoop me up into his arms.

He carried me down to the lake, stepping in gingerly at first and then  striding out into a deeper part of the lake as his body adjusted to the  shock of the cool, mountain water. When it hit me I gasped and giggled.  It was cold! But we both sank down until just our heads were above the  endless black stillness and we stared at each other.

Suddenly, I was bashful. But Huck, as always, broke the tension.

He reached out and pulled me into his embrace, kissing me deeply. I felt  him swell again against my stomach, and I moaned into his mouth.

I reached down under the water and took him in both hands, making eye  contact with his surprised face. "There is no way in hell you can put  this inside me again right now. I'm not even sure I can walk after what  you did to me. So settle down, stud," I laughed as I said it, not sure I  could refuse him if he wanted to have me again.

"Don't worry, darlin', I need a rest myself. I need to be at full strength to have a chance of keeping up with you."

We kissed, laughed, and splashed in the water, and he made a point of  rubbing my back to make sure all the evidence he'd left there was washed  away. We walked, hand in hand, back to our impromptu campsite, where  he'd brought a cooler and blanket while I dozed. We were still wet, but  neither of us cared much. We twisted up into each other beneath the  blanket, listening to the woods around us come alive with owls and  critters while watching the stars' twinkle overhead. We finally drifted  off into a blissful sleep.

Huck told me when we arrived at the lake that we could make it the best  night of our lives if we really wanted to; I couldn't speak for him, but  as far as I was concerned, no other night in the past or in the future  could ever come close to the perfection that was the night Huck Calloway  made love to me under a sky full of stars.                       
       
           



       





10





Somehow we'd found our way back to my place. He'd driven us back as I  slept on the passenger side of his Chevy, my boots on the dash as he  drove through the night. The clock on his radio said it was close to two  in the morning as we pulled into my driveway.

He'd carried me inside and we'd made slow love on the living room floor  before finally getting into bed and falling asleep in each other's arms.

If I'd woken up and found out it had all been a dream, I wouldn't have  been the least bit surprised. And it would have been the very best dream  I'd ever had in my life.



But it wasn't a dream.

In the morning I woke up to his mouth on me, making me come before I'd  barely opened my eyes. Instead of the slow love from last night, Huck  took me with aggression, his hands directing my body to do as he  pleased.

"I need to fuck you," he whispered into my ear as he took me from  behind. "I woke up hard as a rock when I saw your naked body next to  me."