my barriers to go down. I was in his hands, literally and figuratively, and nothing could’ve been better.
Duncan moved into a steady, pounding rhythm, holding me by my haunches and keeping me in place as he relentlessly fucked me, the hard slapping of his hips against my ass filling the room. My body shook from each thrust, grunts shooting from his mouth as he bucked into me with wild, animal abandon.
I felt like I was being rutted by a beast, like a caveman had dragged me back to his lair and was doing with me whatever he wanted. And I loved every second of it.
“I want you to come again,” he grunted, his tone hard, lined with pleasure. “Come on my cock.”
“O-okay,” I mumbled, my whole body seized by the wild ecstasy and making my voice tremble.
“Come for me. Now.”
I wasn’t in control in the slightest. My body reacted to him before my brain had a chance to, and total pleasure shot through me as my third orgasm of the night took hold. My arms buckled, my face falling into the seat in front of me, my moans and shrieks muffled. And right at the climax, Duncan came with me. He grunted hard, squeezing my ass and shooting himself deep into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing.
After his seed had been spilled, his cock still twitching inside me, I fell into a heap on the chair. Duncan withdrew, leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips.
“Come here,” he said.
“I…I can’t move. I’m done.”
He laughed. “Then let me do it.” Again, he scooped me up and carried me effortlessly to the rug in front of the fire. He laid me down and placed a pillow under my head. Then he laid on the rug next to me and held me close.
Between the warmth of the fire and the softness of the rug and the feeling of his body against mine, I was beyond happy.
The sex caught up to me. I was spent, and found myself drifting into an easy sleep, a smile on my lips.
Annie
The fire was still going when I woke up that morning. It wasn’t raging – just a light crackle in the fireplace. I opened my eyes slowly, rubbing the blurriness away.
Everything around me was perfect. The rug was soft, and at some point in the night, Duncan had slipped another pillow along with some sheets under my body, making it as comfortable as any bed. I sat up, the outside shimmering with newly fallen snow, the scent of coffee in the air.
I stretched, blood flowing to my limbs and waking me up. The night’s sleep had been divine, and I felt totally refreshed and rested. And then, if the sights around me couldn’t have been any better, Duncan walked into the living room. He wore black sleeping pants and a white V-neck T-shirt that clung tightly to his muscles. A mug of steaming coffee was in each hand.
“Morning,” he said with a smile as he put both mugs on the coffee table nearby.
“Good morning.”
He leaned down and kissed me slowly, our mouths lingering for several lovely moments. Part of me wanted to grab that amazing body and pull him down into the sheets.
As if he was reading my mine, he broke our kiss. “As much as I’d like to,” he said with a smile, “duty calls.”
“I had a feeling you might say that.” I was disappointed, of course, but understood. The man was a doctor and business-owner all in one – I was lucky he had any time for dating at all.
He rose and glanced at the couch. “As much as I like the idea of you lounging around my place totally naked, I figured you might want to put something on.”
I glanced down, realizing that my boobs were on display. A laugh from me followed, then I looked back at what he was referring to: a fluffy, white robe. He handed it to me and I slipped it on.
“Wow,” I gushed. “Feels like I’m wearing a cloud.”
“Glad you like it. I’ve been up for a little bit working, so I went ahead and threw your clothes in the wash, so they’d be clean when you woke up. They should be ready in a little bit.”
“Appreciate it,” I said, getting up and cinching the belt of my robe around my waist before taking the coffee and sitting down on the couch.
He left the room, coming back with a big plate of baked goods, croissants and bear