She was wild with her passion as he whispered, “I love you, angel.” He lavished her with slow caresses up and down her arms, her sides, and her hips until she settled a bit. When she looked up at him, the love and desire in her eyes nearly undid him. He positioned his cock at her swollen cunt and delved in just an inch, torturing himself. Biting her lip, she sighed in delight and tightened her legs around his waist, trying to take more of him, but he stilled her with a hand on her hip and a gentle but firm command.
“Lie still.”
With eyes wide, she relaxed her legs so that they were propped on the cushion and kissed him as she stroked his shoulders, “Whatever you want, Cody. I’m all yours.”
Hearing that admission drew a soft, pleased growl from him and he stroked her sweltering cunt with another inch of his cock. She was so hot inside it nearly drove him insane every time he sank inside her. He gave her more with each methodical thrust until she was taking all of him.
Her head was thrown back and her body vibrated with tension as he fucked her slow and easy just like she’d asked for. He was drenched in sweat and every time he sank deep he thought his balls would explode in ecstasy, but somehow he maintained control.
He kissed her throat as he moved, licking at the perspiration that formed on her skin. Her curly hair caressed his cheek and she held on tight and whimpered as she came closer to her orgasm.
Gripping her ass, he lifted her so her bottom rested on his thighs and he began thrusting harder as she looked up at him, ecstasy and the starlight reflected in her eyes. In a sultry voice, she said, “Come with me, Cody.” Her orgasm struck a second later, bowing her back and drawing an exultant cry from her.
His control snapped as he pulled nearly all the way out and slid deep over and over, her climactic contractions too strong to resist any longer. Powerful release burned like a wildfire through him and erupted in searing, orgasmic streams of sensation. He couldn’t get deep enough or close enough as each tremor wracked his body until he was a limp wreck, weak in her arms.
Neither one of them could move for a long while. They just lay there listening to the wind as it rushed through the oak trees overhead. He didn’t want to leave the warm cocoon of her body. She looked up at the sky as he watched her face.
“The stars are so beautiful.”
“Are they? All I see is you. Stars were just stars before. Now that I’ve seen them reflected in your eyes, that’s my favorite way to see them.”
Maizy chuckled softly. “Why, Mr. Welsh, you’re a poet.”
He let out a deep, replete sigh. “I don’t know about that. Just telling you what I see.”
She gasped and pointed. “I saw a shooting star. Zing, it went! Oh, there’s another one!”
Cody gazed at her and nodded. He stroked between her breasts and teased the undersides until she shivered and giggled, and in reaction her pussy contracted around his softened cock. If she kept that up he’d get hard for her all over again. With reluctance, he finally slid from her body and cuddled her close to him, letting her use his biceps as a pillow and draping his thigh and arm over her to keep her warm as their bodies cooled.
She stroked the scar in his left eyebrow and said, “I love you, Bossy Bear.”
Cody grinned as he braced himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. “Bossy Bear?”
“Yeah, but I like that about you. You’re bossy but I know it’s because you care and not just because you have to be in charge.”
“I remember you calling me Grumpy Bear when we were washing your car after losing that damned bet.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re Grumpy Bear when you don’t get your way, which let’s face it, has to happen on a regular basis. I can’t have my bears getting complacent on me, you know?” She giggled when he blew a raspberry on her belly and nibbled at her hip.
Thinking he liked that she wasn’t going to be a pushover, he asked, “All right. What do you call Heath and Spencer?”
“Nuh-uh, that’s my secret.” She giggled when he tickled her belly button with the tip of his nose and said, “Okay, okay. Heath is Happy Bear.”
“Appropriate.”
“And Spencer is Worry Bear…and sometimes Honey Bear.”
“Worry Bear?”
“Yes, he worries about me driving Gertrude in the rain, about whether I’ve eaten, and slept enough. That was the first impression I had of him the day we met. He was also worried about me being frightened of the three of you.”
“How do you know that?”
“He told me. How did you get this?” she asked as she stroked his eyebrow again.
“A fight, when I was twelve. I hadn’t met Heath and Spencer yet. We were unsupervised one night and a couple of older boys picked a fight with me. That was the last time anyone picked a fight with me.” His upbringing had often been violent and he didn’t enjoy sharing details with her. He was grateful again to Jean Goodman for having the influence on them that she had.