Small Town Big Man

Snow starts to fall around us, but we're protected under the overhang of the porch. I watch as flakes flutter to the ground, the slight breeze blowing them onto the deck as Laney makes her own warmth under the blanket.

This is incredible, amazing, completely surreal. I'm in heaven.

“Fuck, Laney, I'm going to come,” I say, wrapping her hair around my hand, and tugging at the roots.

She's going harder, like knowing I'm about to come is filling her with an intense desire to finish me off. My balls tense up, and I can feel my muscles contract as the orgasm starts to stretch out through my body.

Gripping her scalp with my fingertips, she drives down and I thrust my hips up while holding her in place. My cock explodes, pump after pump of hot cum fills her mouth.

Laney slides her mouth off my dick, and pulls her head out from under the blanket. With her cheeks puffed, she swallows my load as she wipes the edges of her lips.

Her lips are swollen and red from arousal as she softly touches them, and stares into my eyes. I can't control myself anymore, I grip her face and kiss her. I can taste myself in her mouth, but I don't give a shit. I need this woman. I need her more than I've ever needed anything in my life.

Pulling away, Laney swallows hard and tries to slow her breathing. The way she's looking at me, it's like she's ready to jump me like an animal. Her eyes veer as her pupils grow wide as saucers.

I can see the stars reflecting back at me, bright and sparkling. I catch a glimmer of something else in the mirror of her eyes. It's primal, it's raw. . . It's me.

She tugs her bottom lip in, and her brows soften as she tilts her head. Her fingers softly dance up and down her neck, and I watch her suck in a breath. She holds it in for a moment, only to exhale as her voice comes out low.

“Inside,” she says, “now.”7LaneyHis cock was so big in my mouth. And his taste. . . He tastes so damn good.

Reaching back, I take his hand and lead him into the house. I pull him to my bedroom and turn around to face him once I step inside the room.

I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me. I need to feel him again.

Anders stares at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes lick up and down my body. His jaw crooks and he lets out a slight growl as he wraps me in one arm and yanks me in for kiss.

The hair on his face tickles my skin as his lips part and he kisses me harder and with more power. His fingers curl under my shirt and he pulls it up, only breaking his kiss to pull it over my head.

Dropping my shirt to the side, his lips are back on mine as he moves to my pants. Anders tugs them down my hips, and I step out of them, kicking them off. Standing in my bra and panties, he pulls away, taking the chance to look at my body under the faint light of the lamp in my room. He's devouring me, licking his lips as his firm fingers hold me in place. The way he's staring at me is like a lion about to devour its prey.

“God damn, you're so fucking sexy.” He bites the inside of his cheek as the corner of his lip twitches.

“Now it's your turn,” I say, digging the tip of my toe into the cool floor as I take a step forward.

My hands grip the edge of his shirt and lift it over his head. As soon as it’s over his head, he grabs my face and kisses me again. His strong arms wrap around me and I feel his skin against mine. He pulls my hair to the side so he can kiss down my neck. Our kisses are frantic. His hands hold my face as if he’s afraid if he lets go I’ll disappear. Kissing him back with as much fervor as he’s kissing me, I start inching down his pants. When they get down to his ankles he moves clumsily, trying to get them off while still holding me tightly and kissing me.

Once his pants are kicked away, he pulls back, still holding my face, staring into my eyes with a small smile on his face. There's a slight chill in the air that causes a ripple of goosebumps to cascade down my arms.

He sees the shiver run through me, so he pulls me closer to his body. My eyes shift to the beautiful colors and designs on his arm. My fingers trace the swirls and follow the thick lines as he holds me close.