Oh fuck.
This could potentially be over ridiculously, tragically fast. She was too beautiful, too warm, too wet, too fearless. And the way she was looking at me, like my cock was the best thing she’d ever felt inside her, like she couldn’t get enough and yet it was too much, like she wanted this as much as I did. Was that even possible? I slid my hands beneath her dress, clutching her to me as I flicked her nipple with my tongue and thrust up inside her.
“Yes, yes,” she murmured, rocking against me, her fingers digging into my arms. “I love your mouth on me, and your body is so hot, and your face is so beautiful, and your cock is so big—”
“Fuck,” I seethed, sucking air between my teeth. “Goddammit, Skylar. I wanted to take my time, give you everything you want. You keep moving like that, talking like that, I won’t be able to last.”
“I’m getting everything I want.” Grinding against me, she arched her back and swiveled her hips in some clever little female maneuver that had me groaning in agony. “Right now. Right here. Right there…fuck yes, right there.”
“Yeah? You want it right there?” I tilted my lower body to give her a deeper angle, and she cried out, her eyes closing, her movements small but fast and frantic and fuck she was so beautiful when she came, her head thrown back, her mouth open wide, her pussy clenching my cock in tight, hard contractions.
Heat buzzed through my arms and legs, centering in my groin as I grabbed her hips and worked her up and down my cock, my eyes fastened on her perfect tits as they bounced in front of me. God, she was so wet and tight and her little noises were so hot and this was so much better than my fantasies because she was here and I was coming inside her right. fucking. now. I growled, my body seizing up as the climax hit, but she kept moving, sliding up and down my shaft, crying out every time her ass hit my thighs, taking every last drop I had to give.
When my body had gone still, she ran her hands through my hair, down my arms, up my chest, finally taking my head in her arms, pulling it to her chest. I lay my cheek against her breasts and listened to her heartbeat, closing my eyes and thanking whatever gods existed for letting me have this, even if it was only for tonight.
“Did I rush you?” she asked breathlessly, her lips against my forehead.
“No.” I slid my hands up the back of her dress and locked my arms around her. “Believe me, I’m happy I held out as long as I did.”
She laughed. “I like hearing you’re happy.”
Then stay with me, I thought. Stay with me.
Holy shit, who is this guy?
He was so different. So relaxed and at ease in his skin, so unafraid. I wondered if it was stress relief—the sex itself—or if it was that he’d broken down a barrier—sex with me. But I didn’t dare ask about it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?
We went into the cabin and cleaned up, Sebastian offering the bathroom to me first. “There are clean washcloths in the bottom left drawer, towels under the sink, soap in the shower. Use anything you want.”
I felt pretty wet and sticky, so I decided to take a quick shower. I hung my dress and panties on the door and washed up with a bar of soap in his shower that smelled delicious and looked like it had honeycomb in it. After drying off with a fluffy navy blue towel, I hung it up and slipped back into my panties and dress.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Sebastian was just coming in from the patio, his feet bare. “I thought maybe we could lie in the hammock. It’s cool out there, but the sky is clear. Good night to see stars.”
“I saw stars twenty minutes ago in your truck,” I told him with a smile. “Right through the roof.”
He grinned back at me before pulling a thick charcoal gray fleece blanket from an old trunk serving as a coffee table. “We’ll take this blanket out, but if you’re too cold just tell me.”
“OK.” I picked up a framed photograph on a side table. “Who’s this?” I asked, turning it so he could see the photograph of the two grinning little girls, one missing both front teeth.
“Emily and Hannah. My nieces. They gave that to me last Christmas.” He switched off the living room lamp as I set the frame down.
“Ah. They live around here?”
He nodded and turned the kitchen light off. “Malcolm and his family live in Traverse.”
“I bet they’re happy you moved back.”
He opened the sliding door and waited for me to go through it, then he tucked the blanket under his arm and followed me out before closing it behind us. “Yeah, they are. They worry about me living alone up here, though. Like I’m a kid. Drives me crazy.”
I shivered walking across the stones toward the hammock, my skin prickling in the chilly night air. “Do you get lonely living by yourself?”
“Sometimes. Not tonight.” He lowered himself into the hammock and stretched out on his back. “And that’s all that matters to me right now. Come here.”
Smiling, I took off my shoes and carefully climbed on beside him, tucking myself in against his warm, hard body. Together we spread the blanket over our feet and legs, and he pulled it up over my shoulder.
“Warm enough?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I snaked one arm across his stomach, beneath his shirt, taking the opportunity to feel up his abs again. “Hey, what’s that honeycomb soap in your bathroom? I love it.”
“My sister-in law Kelly makes it. Malcolm’s wife.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she makes all kinds of stuff with honey. Her family keeps bees.”
“How cool. I’ll have to find out where to buy it. Maybe my mom will stock some products in the guest houses. I want her to have all local things.”
He squeezed me. “That’s a great idea.”
I asked more about his extended family, and Sebastian recited for me the names and ages of all five of his nieces and nephews.
“I’m impressed,” I said. “Do you know their birthdays too?”
“Yes, and my brothers’ and their wives’ and my dad’s if I thought about it, maybe even yours.”
I picked my head up and looked at him. “Shut up. Really?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You have a winter birthday, right? Is it in December? Maybe the twenty-first?”
I gasped. “Yes! How do you know that?”
“I have a good memory for facts, especially involving numbers.” His mouth hooked up on one side. “Want me to recite two hundred decimal digits of pi for you? Would that turn you on?”
“It might,” I said, and I was only half kidding. “God, you really do have thing about numbers, don’t you? But how did you remember my birthday?”
He shrugged. “I probably saw it written somewhere, although it’s an odd number and I don’t like those. You should have an even birthday.”
“What?”
He chuckled. “Nothing. Just a joke.”
I loved hearing him laugh. Putting my head on his chest again, I snuggled in a little closer. “This is so nice. I’m so glad you invited me back here.”
He kissed the top of my head and brought one hand to my hair, twining one long wavy strand around his fingers. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to come.”
I wanted to look at his face, but I loved his hand in my hair so much I stayed where I was. “Why not? I was here all day, just about.”
“I know, but…I send a lot of confusing signals.”
“You do,” I agreed. “But seeing as I like your company and I have no better offers these days, you’ll do.”