the flames was nearly too hot on my skin, and I breathed out as I watched Sawyer push his jeans down until they were at his knees.
I straddled him and sat down until I was on my knees. His cock was stiff and strong and I reached behind me to stroke him between my cheeks while I positioned myself. Sawyer reached underneath me from the front and let his fingers brush through the folds of my wet pussy. I continued stroking him while he pressed a finger at my opening and slid inside. His thumb slid down the front until it found my sensitive pearl and began to swirl around it.
My eyes locked on his, and my jaw set itself open as I felt the tension building in me. I rocked my body against him and stroked as the intense wave built around me and I knew it was about to come crashing down around me. I wanted him inside me when that happened, and I arched my back and hips to press him to my opening.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, and he stretched me until I thought I would split in half. His thick, hard cock pressed relentlessly into me, and I stopped halfway down to breathe. But the tension was building so intensely that it needed release. It pushed me to press down more, to take him into me as deeply as I could. One of his hands wrapped around my hips and guided me in slow rocking motions. The other’s thumb continued to stroke my clit.
There was no controlling it. I was going to tumble over the edge of sanity, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My legs began to shake and I collapsed into his arms, sliding down until our hips ground into each other and his cock pressed against the deepest wall of my aching pussy.
The wave crashed over me, and I felt the tension release. My toes curled and I took in a gasping breath and let it out in a long, satisfied wail. The thumb pressed into my clit and his cock filled me while his hot breath brushed over my chest. I clutched the edges of the blanket around us as I came.
Chapter 25
Sawyer
I felt her reach her peak and then Jane collapsed into my arms, panting, brushing her lips across my neck. She settled in my lap, my cock buried deep inside her, as she tried to gain her composure again. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, and I realized how thankful I was that I had built a fireplace inside the bunkhouse we had at this spot and that I had the foresight to get a fire going in it before coming outside to get the firepit going. Inside, the bunkhouse was bound to be warm and inviting by now. A place where being completely naked wouldn’t be insane.
I dipped my head to her ear, kissing the side of her cheek. She cooed and rocked her hips a little, tiny spasms still jolting through her. But we weren’t done. Not yet.
“Let’s go inside,” I said.
She nodded and sat up, detaching herself from me. I watched as she stood, the blanket pulled tight, and looked down at me.
“Do you think it’s warm in there?” she asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
“Should be nice and toasty by now,” I said.
“Good,” she said and tossed the blanket off of her.
I laughed at the brashness of her but then was blown away when she reached down to pull her shirt over her head. It was a button-up flannel and didn’t come easily, but she got it off and tossed it aside, then looked down at me, standing there in nothing but a bra.
“Come get me,” she said, unclasping the bra and letting her heavy perfect breasts fall out of the cups. She tossed the bra at me and ran naked through the field to the bunkhouse.
I gathered up her clothes and the blanket and took off after her, kicking my pants off as I ran and adding them to the pile. When I got to the door, I opened it up and saw her standing on the fake bearskin rug by the fire. It was a silly thing that I bought on a whim months ago, figuring it would be a funny, kitschy thing to put in one of the bunkhouses. Now, I was thanking myself again, this time for my purchasing ideas. I tossed the