Eric
I skim my hand down the length of her back, groaning in ecstasy.
Her green eyes dance beneath the moonlight as she shifts onto her side, showing me just how beautiful she is in all her naked glory. Her long, slender neck, the sexy dip in her waist, those full, supple breasts—God, I can’t get enough of her. My body is craving her touch like it needs air to breathe.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I murmur, letting my eyes trail along her body.
Lacing her fingers through mine, she whispers, “Love me, Eric. Just love me.”
I have to be gentle with her. Take it slow. Savor each moment. When we work our way there, drawing it out, the end result is usually pretty spectacular. I remember the feel of her clenching around me, multiple times, as I strove within her¸ sliding all the way in then all the way out, staying hard as long as I could before releasing myself inside of her. The delayed gratification was mind-blowing, seeing how far we were able to take it without giving in to each other. Such sweet torment I didn’t think possible until I met her.
I guide my palms over her protruding stomach, urging her to lie back. She complies, eagerly anticipating my next move. I straddle her hips, letting my length rub against her opening. She moans, rising up to meet me, but I hold her down. We need to try something different this time.
“I want to feel you right here,” I moan as I take my shaft and place it between her heaving breasts.
Her eyes come alive as she realizes what I intend to do. She rests her tiny hands on top of my large ones, squeezing her ample cleavage together as I start rocking back and forth above her, rubbing myself between her sensitive breasts.
I allow my thumbs to stray as they begin to circle her nipples. She bends her legs, her heels sliding helplessly against the satin sheets. She’s trying to lift herself to meet my actions and gain some pleasure for herself. But it’s not happening as I lift her arms above her head with one hand and hold them there. I take advantage of her prone state and move my knees underneath her outstretched arms, gripping the sides of her breasts with my thighs to increase the amount of pressure on my dick.
The delicate skin of her chest is flushed as I work myself over her. She struggles against me, acting like she wants to hurl me off. This is a game we like to play where she pretends to fight off my advances. It only serves to increase the level of arousal for the both of us. She knows what a thrill it gives me to feel like I’m dominating her, even though she’s the one in control. She likes to start off all submissive and coy before turning aggressive and squirming beneath me.
I nearly lose it when she lowers her chin and, with a flick of her tongue, assaults the tip of my cock. I groan incoherently as I continue riding her. I let go of her wrists and slam my hands onto the wall behind the bed, my thrusts taking on a frantic rhythm. The feel of her warm flesh is driving me insane as I strain against her.
I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve needed this. Why did I ever let her walk away from me?
I’m almost there. Just a few more thrusts and…
***
Tap, tap, tap.
My eyes fly open. What the fuck?
Will is standing outside my truck with an ax over his shoulder, his gloved hand resting against the rearview mirror.
Shit. I must’ve fallen asleep. It all felt so real that I’m as hard as rock, shoved against the confines of my jeans. I haven’t been sleeping well, and when I do, I dream of Ivy and the things we used to do together. I can’t find any peace either night or day. She haunts me wherever I go.
I rub my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. I turn off the heat that’s pummeling me in the face and hit the button to lower the window.
“You all right in there?” Will asks, giving me that pitying look I’ve come to hate.
“Yeah, just dozed off,” I respond brusquely.
I don’t feel the need to explain myself to him. We’re practically living together now after I let him crash on the couch. It seemed inhumane to make him freeze his ass off in that drafty woodshed now that winter’s wrath is upon us.
“Well, are you gonna help us clear these dead trees out of here or is this little coffee break of yours gonna last all day?” Will bristles, retreating back among the trees.
He can be such a wiseass, and he knows it. But right now, it’s exactly what I need. If not for him, I’d be holed up in the cabin, letting everything fall apart. It’s the only way I know how to handle life when things go wrong. I run and hide. But not this time—Will’s making sure of that.
It’s a Saturday morning and we’re at the northern border of the Riverside Gardens’ property, about two miles from the storefront, on land I set aside to grow Christmas trees. We’ll have to start cutting them soon. I wanted to come out here today and tag the ones I think will fetch top dollar when people start opening their wallets to celebrate the season. Most families purchase their trees in the two-week span after Thanksgiving, and I intend to be ready. Even if my heart isn’t in it, I still have bills to pay. I can’t crumble now. I have to follow through with my commitments. Stay strong.