she rolled her hips against me, grinding herself over my dick, I snapped.
I tugged on her jaw and pulled her in for another kiss, devouring the taste of her as I stopped holding back and pushed my tongue into her mouth. My other hand landed on her hip and I gripped her through the comforter as I rocked her against me again, flexing my own hips as the feeling of her grinding against me like that practically had me panting.
It had been so fucking long since I’d even been touched by another person that I felt like I was starving for this. Like I needed it more than I ever could have imagined.
My boots were planted on the wooden floor but the seat still rocked beneath us, urged into movement by our flexing bodies.
Her cold hands slid inside my shirt and she moaned into my mouth as she explored the plains of my chest, caressing my scars as she found them and sending shivers of pleasure racing through me.
The stubble coating my jaw scratched at her soft skin as I inhaled her, devoured her, consumed her. And the way she was kissing me said she felt the same. That she couldn’t get enough of this, that she needed it just like I did.
As she continued to writhe in my lap, I felt my restraint snapping, my desire for her pushing through all of the perfectly sane reasons I had to stop this. But every rock of her hips, brush of her tongue, taste of her soul, had me wanting to forget them all.
I stood suddenly, gripping her ass through the comforter with both hands as I took her with me.
“You need to tell me to stop if this is going too far, baby doll,” I growled against her mouth as I carried her towards the door. “Push me back, shake your head, punch me, whatever way you want to say it-”
She shut me up by kissing me again and I wrenched the door open as I carried her into the cabin.
My heart was thrashing painfully against my ribcage and I kicked the door closed behind us before whirling her around and pressing her up against it.
I almost asked if she was alright but she tightened her legs around my waist, dragging me closer as she rocked her hips again, moaning at the feeling of my cock between her thighs even with our clothes dividing us.
“You’re like a fucking dream brought to life,” I growled as I dropped my mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down her flesh and drowning in the gasp of pleasure which escaped her.
She pushed my jacket off of my shoulders and I managed to shrug it all the way off, tugging the comforter away too.
My hand slid over her body, searching out her breast beneath my plaid shirt and growling as I found her pebbled nipple straining against the fabric.
She moaned even louder as I teased it, hungry for this feeling, shivering at the whispers of my skin against hers.
I’d never wanted a girl like I wanted her in that moment. I’d never ached to satisfy and please someone the way I did with her. She’d had so much hurt, so much darkness in her life, she deserved pleasure. Countless pleasure, a whole fucking ocean of it to bathe in forevermore.
Tyson got up from his bed by the wall and started whimpering softly in a plea to head out, nudging against my legs as I tried my hardest to ignore him.
But the big fucker wouldn’t give up, nudging me harder and barking in a demand.
I grunted a platitude at him, needing him to fucking wait a minute as he began to pace like he might just burst if he didn’t pee soon.
I gave my focus back to Winter’s mouth as I kissed her again and suddenly, two big dog paws slammed into my back as he leapt at me.
Winter laughed, breaking our kiss and I cursed as I scowled at the offending dog.
“Why now?” I snarled at him, but he only barked again, clearly refusing to wait for us to finish what we’d started.
I set Winter down with a groan of frustration and she backed away with a blush lining her cheeks so that I could let him out.
Tyson shoved his wet nose into my hand and I scruffed his fur between my fingers as I tussled his ears before unbolting the door to set him loose.
But instead of relieving himself quickly, he raced straight out