Lumber Jacked(7)
Jesus, no bra. Her breasts were perfect, a small handful, upturned and pert with pale pink tips.
“Do you always go without a bra, or just when you fly?” I breathed, raising my hands and cupping the soft globes. Her skin was damp and cool, but wonderfully giving and lush. I wanted to bury my head between them and breathe her in. I wanted to hold them tightly together and rub my cock between them. I wanted to come all over her pale flesh and mark her, own her.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I touch you.”
Slowly, she opened her eyes, which looked out of focus and a dark, stormy green.
I slid my hands down her waist and undid her jeans, pushing them off her curvy hips. I knelt before her to strip them away. I spent only a second to take in the sight, her pale legs shone in the bright light of my cabin. I reached up and hooked my thumbs in her pink silk panties. Slowly, so slowly, I savored the moment as I pulled them down her thighs. When they were around her ankles I looked up at the body of a goddess as she stood over me. I knelt at her feet and felt something else shake loose inside me, something that I hadn’t given free rein in a long time.
I wanted.
God, I’ve wanted this… her, for so long.
I stood and Anna moved forward to unbutton my pants but met the same wet resistance I had with hers. Note to self, don’t wear jeans next time you embark on a rescue mission that could end in angry sex.
She took part of her frustration, her eagerness, out on my pants, but left angry red marks on my thighs where her nails scraped my legs. I didn’t give a shit; I just wanted my dick inside her.
Unwilling to wait, I helped her and removed the rest of my clothes faster than I would have thought possible. As soon as I stepped out of my jeans and boxers, I yanked a condom out of the closest drawer, rolled it on and pressed forward once more. Over her. Around her.
God help me, I wanted to be inside her. Lifting my hands I tangled them in her wet, thick locks as her small hands pulled on my hips. She stood on tiptoes to kiss me and I realized how much smaller she was. How far up her belly my cock rested.
She was small, so small I could lift her like a feather and fuck her in any position I wanted.
This was going to be fun.
I shoved her back against the wall, cushioning her head with my huge hand so she wouldn’t bang it too hard. I didn’t want her to have a headache. I wanted to make her pussy ache. Whole different section of anatomy.
She lifted her lips to mine and we collided again. I lifted her in one swift motion and, as if practiced, she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her pussy nestled right against the heat of my cock and we both groaned loud enough to be heard over the pummeling wind and rain.
Keeping one hand wrapped in her hair, I tilted her head back as I slid the other slowly down her shoulder, over the curve of her waist to her ass. I squeezed her there as I held her in place for my kiss and lowered that hand, wrapping it around her from behind to test her feminine core and slid two fingers inside her in one slow, languid push.
Hot. Wet. So fucking perfect.
“Jack.” She whimpered my name, her hips bucking as I worked my fingers inside her. I loved the sound of my name on her lips and I wanted to hear it again. And again. I kissed her jaw. Her neck. Fucked her with my fingers until her thighs tightened and she tried to force my pace, tried to ride my hand.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Anna,” I breathed against her neck as I nipped my way up to her ear. I bit down on her lobe and she whimpered. “I want to slide my cock inside you, fill you up. Make you mine.”
“Jack, stop talking. Just fuck me.” As she attempted to bite my ear in return, her back arched off the wall. The movement shifted her until her wet heat settled on top of my dick, which jerked at the contact.
“Your wish is my command, princess.” I took my chance and lowered both hands to her body to pull her ass cheeks apart, pull her pussy lips wide and hold her open as, in one fluid motion, I used my grip on her to shove her down onto my cock.
Chapter Three
Anna
He lowered me, pushing me down hard and fast and exactly the way I wanted it. The size of his cock took me by surprise. I groaned as he stretched me, filled me like never before. I exhaled in a whoosh as Jack growled, a noise that struck me as oddly wild and territorial. We stood totally still as I shifted my hips, tried to accommodate his cock, which would have been much too big for me if I wasn’t so turned on. If I wasn’t so damn wet for him.
Why him?
Sure, he was big and gorgeous and way too complicated for a girl like me. But my body didn’t give a shit about any of that. My brain melted down the first time he kissed me. But this longing, this want? This desperate need for him to fill me, kiss me? To move. God I needed him to move.