Page 8 of Swooned By the Lumberjack
He opens the door behind me and I’m bathed in the scent of his soap, his cologne. He sets me down on his bed and I don’t question it. I don’t want to look around. Nothing could possibly matter more right now than having him.
He takes off his shirt with my help until I can’t focus on his shirt. Not when there’s so much more of him to see. I kiss across his abs, stretch to reach his chest and explore him with my hands and mouth until he reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. He stares down at me, eyes such a dark blue that I don’t recognize them. He strokes over my sides, then grabs the loops on my jeans.
“My patience is gone, Ellie,” he growls. “It’s been gone since you begged for my hands on you.”
“I’m begging now too,” I whisper as I kiss along the top of his jeans. I undo the button while he watches, running his fingers through my hair until he tightens my pony around his fist.
Pushing his pants down, I lean forward and lick him through his boxers. He tugs my hair. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“How much?” he demands.
I stare up at him. “More than I can put into words.”
“Then show me, baby. Show me what two and a half weeks have done to your sanity,” he orders.
Denying him is impossible. I want him too much. While watching his face, I slowly tug his boxers down. He nods once as his fingers work through my ponytail, freeing my hair. Finally, my eyes dip to his cock and I groan. He’s the perfect size. Big, but not too big, thick and hard and ... I groan and slip my lips around the head. I suck slowly, then sink deeper. Then I draw back and do it again, sucking, licking, getting him nice and wet so I can take him deeper each time.
The low rumble of his groans urge me on. I look up and meet his gaze when my bra loosens around me. Together we get it off me so he can cup my breasts. He tugs my nipples while I whimper and moan around his cock.
“So fucking pretty,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.”
I fit him as far down my throat as possible and he takes a slow breath as his belly tightens. I stroke his abs, trace his hips, then gently massage his balls as I take him as deep as I possibly can, choking on him. He pulls me off his cock and kisses me hungrily.
“I ... I didn’t finish,” I argue.
“We have just started, baby, you will finish me with your mouth another time” he promises.
Wade pushes me back onto the bed and holds me in place. One of his hands stays between my breasts as he licks, kisses, and explores them while the other works my pants and underwear down my legs.
I happily spread my thighs. He makes me greedy like I’ve never been. I want him now, however I can have him. I want tofall asleep in his arms. I want to wake up to him. But before that, I want him inside me.
Chapter 8 - Wade
She’s perfect. Every inch of her. I spread her legs wide and savor the view. My Ellie, spread open for me and me alone. Her wet pussy is wet for me. Her moans, her eagerness, all mine to claim. I lick and kiss down her belly, feeling her shiver and welcoming it.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“I’ll take my time, baby,” I say as I press a kiss to her mound just to tease her with my tongue. She bucks against my mouth, chasing her own pleasure. I give her a long lick then meet her eyes. The taste of her almost ruins what little restraint I have. “So you’re going to be a good girl and take it.”
“But-”
“And you’ll be patient while you’re doing it,” I growl, lightly swatting her inner thigh.
Eleanor moans and arches back just to push herself up so she can watch me. I spread her pussy open, then sink two fingers into her. I explore her, trying different moves until she can’t control her moans anymore. I nod. “Just like that.”
She whines my name. Good, she’s going to keep saying my name. She’ll moan it, scream it, memorize it. I lower my mouthto her and suck her clit. She shudders and drops to her elbows. I suck and lick her clit, drawing it out, working her up until she’s begging for more, promising she’ll take everything I give her.
My good girl.Mine.
She’s meant to be mine. My perfect, teasing, sweet girl. I feast on her, bring her to the edge, just to keep her there before denying her.
“Please, Wade! I want you. Please, let me cum for you, just for you” she yells.
“That’s how a good girl begs,” I praise.
And that’s all she needs to do for me to be sure. This is happening, there’s no stopping it. I lap at her clit and pump my fingers into her, curling them where she needs until she comes apart for me. I groan with her as she smothers me between her thighs.
