I allow it, and not a moment before. I want to savor this first time in your ass, babe. You’re so fucking tight, you feel like hot velvet clasping my dick.”
He rocked his pelvis in slow, deep thrusts that set her teeth on edge.
“Just let go, Avery. Let me love you. Surrender and trust I will get you there,” he murmured.
She moaned as her body tightened around him. “Yes.”
She let go. After so many of their sexual encounters had been hurried races to the finish line, Colt’s slow, intense lovemaking, with the new sensations of having him in her bottom, lighting up new nerve endings, was more powerful, more devastating than all the rest. She dug her nails into his back.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Only then did Colt increase his pace. And it hurtled her body up a marvelous cliff until she was writhing and clinging to him. He stroked deep again and again, his thrusts turning into brutal digs that left her moaning. Through it all, he focused on her responses.
“Please,” she begged with a ragged whisper. She trembled against him, needing surcease.
Colt’s control slipped, and he pounded her ass. She loved every second of it, rocking her hips to meet his thrusts, feeling the edges of a climax just out of her reach, and whimpering.
She ached for it, for the completion she could feel approaching. Colt snaked a hand between them, pinched her clit as he slammed into her, and sent her flying. The climax started in her rear and exploded in her pussy. She wailed at the ecstasy flooding her body at the feel of his semen spurting in her ass.
When he shuddered, unloading the last vestiges of his spunk inside her, Colt kissed her with such tenderness while she floated that she knew in her heart, the last remaining tethers holding her back from loving him, snapped. She loved her cowboy with everything she was, and couldn’t tell him.
“Avery, I… I’m humbled, and proud of you. Thank you. I will treasure the gift you gave me. Get some rest.” He kissed her briefly once more, before she felt him withdraw.
He pulled her against his side and held her as she shut her eyes. If this was a forecast of what was to come this weekend, she couldn’t wait for the rest.
On Saturday, they left the cabin for a nice morning hike. The rain had cleared the air overnight, and the day was clear and sunny. Colt figured it would be good for them both to get a little distance from the bedroom, give their bodies a chance to recover from the sheer gluttony of their sexual activities. It was a gorgeous day. Temperatures were balmy.
Avery ambled beside him in jeans and a navy tank, sporting her red backpack, with her hair in a long braid over her shoulder. He noticed that her gray boots had some wear on them. They were the same boots she had gone after in the stream.
“So I was wondering something,” she murmured at his side.
“Shoot.”
“I should have asked this before, but what’s your last name?”
“It’s Anderson. Colt Emanuel Anderson, at your service, Miss…” He shot her a bemused glance.
She snorted. “Point taken. Avery Gertrude Morgan. And yes, I know my middle name is not the best, but I was named for my grandma, Gertie. She raised me after my mom died.”
His heart ached for her. Colt realized that he didn’t know anything about her family. “How old were you when your mom died?”
“Eight. She had ovarian cancer.” She glanced away.
He took her hand in his as they hiked. “I’m sorry. That couldn’t have been easy. What about your dad?”
“I don’t really remember him. He died in a car accident when I was two. But I always had Gertie. She helped me through the worst of it after Mom died.”
Oh, baby! So young to have lost her parents. He stopped her then and glanced down at her. “That must have been hard. Any siblings or anything?”
“No, just me and Grandma Gertie. She made sure I had everything I needed. There are parts of my mom that I remember, while others have faded.” She tugged him along, like she didn’t really want to talk about it. Colt couldn’t say that he blamed her.
“I didn’t mean to make you sad, babe.”
She smiled up at him as they resumed walking along the trail. “You didn’t. It doesn’t hurt to talk about her. What I do remember about my mom, is that she was kind and