“Oh God, Timber, please. I need you inside me, pleeease.” I was begging and my hips were rocking so hard that he had to use his forearm to brace me.
His eyes flared. “No, Kat. You’re not ready. Just hold on to me. You’re so close.” It was then that I felt him push two fingers inside of me and I cried out. My body was tipping over the edge of oblivion. “Shit, your pussy is tight.” As the waves of pleasure tore through me, he did something I’d never felt before. He curved his fingers up and touched something inside of me. My orgasm changed into a beautiful overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain. Every muscle in my body was tight. A flood of curse words left his mouth.
I hadn’t realized my fist was still pumping him. Timber was reaching his own euphoria, his breathing starting to stutter. He shouted my name just as warm fluid spilled onto my hand and shot across my stomach. I continued to tug his cock until he placed a hand over mine to still my movements. We both were panting. I could feel him pulsing in my hand as he grew somewhat softer. His fingers were still in me and I could feel my walls holding him inside. When he pulled them out, my body quaked, causing another ripple of pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
Timber collapsed on the bed against me. We laid in silence for a long time, allowing our breathing to return to normal. My previously overheated skin was now cooling and I shivered.
“Are you cold?” He got up and moved towards the door.
“Yeah, a bit,” I said softly. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get a washcloth so I can clean you off.” He walked out and came back less than a minute later. He sat down next to me and wiped off the mess, then tossed the cloth on the floor. He lay back down beside me, pulling the sheet over my naked skin and cuddled me into his still warm body. “Thank you.”
I lifted my head to look at him. “What are you thanking me for this time?” I teased.
He gave me a radiant smile. “For trusting me to take care of you. You were incredible, by the way.”
“I didn’t think I could feel that way with a man after…” I paused, unsure of how to continue. He squeezed my shoulder, letting me know it was alright, “after what happened to me. I’d shut down. The mere thought of someone touching me the way you just did would make me want to run to the bathroom and throw up.” He reached around me and held my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “I’m thinking I’m the one that should be thanking you. You’ve given me a piece of myself that had been missing. I’m happy I’m capable of feeling anything in that way.”
He kissed the top of my head, but remained silent. No other words needed to be spoken and I knew he didn’t want to ask me anything else and ruin what we’d just shared. We spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other.
IT WAS FRIDAY AFTERNOON AND Kat and I were in her car on our way to my dad’s house. Yesterday we’d argued over her coming with me again because she said she felt like she was going to be intruding. She seriously had no idea how much my dad was going to enjoy having her around the house. I’d never had the chance to really bring a girl home because I’d joined the Army straight out of high school. She didn’t understand that this was going to be a treat for him to see me with a girl.
Kat was determined to make me crazy and fight me tooth and nail about it. I swore to her that I’d hog tie her and put her in the backseat if I had to. She wasn’t staying here alone. She tried to tell me that she could stay with Roger if it made me more comfortable. I had grinned at her and told her that she might be able to pull the wool over everyone else’s eyes with her charm, but I wasn’t that gullible. She would tell me she was at her uncle’s, but she would more than likely wind up back at her apartment.
Kat had folded her arms across her chest and attempted to be pissed at me. Her arms under her breasts caused them to push up like a perfect little display for me to stare at. Kat rolled her eyes at me and told me I was looking at her like a hormonal teenage boy. Well, yeah! You put the cookies out in front of me like that I’m going to want to sneak one. It made her laugh and she couldn’t stay mad.
She was sitting in the passenger seat now, biting her nails like she was nervous or something. “Hey.” I tried to get her attention. “What’s with the nail chewing?”
She pulled her finger from her lips and looked at them like she didn’t realize what she’d been doing. “Sorry, bad habit.”
“You still nervous?”
“Timber, I’m about to meet your dad for the first time.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What if he doesn’t like me?”