I smile, a big wide smile and Smith sees. Sees me. “You look so happy.”
“I am,” I tell him, grasping at the pleasure he is somehow able to deliver me. “You’re so hot, Smith. I feel like I’m with a supermodel.”
He kisses me, his hand on my cheek. “I’m no model, but I can be yours.”
I close my eyes, a hot tear running down my cheek. The idea that Smith wants me… all of me, for more than one night, is too overwhelming an idea. That he wants me for even this night catches my breath. I can’t even contemplate the idea of having him for longer. I don’t want to be heartbroken tomorrow. I want to savor this time with him as the single best night of my life.
It can be enough.
Maybe if I say it one hundred times, I’ll believe it.
“You’re so tight on my cock. God, I imagined having sex but… Sugar…” Smith is at a loss for words and I giggle. Sleeping with another virgin feels so otherworldly. Like I won the lottery at Christmas.
“I know,” I moan, as he moves deeper in me. “You make me feel so full.”
He grins. “I’ve seen porn, I figured I had a big cock.”
“It’s not big, Smith. It’s huge.”
“Glad you like it, Sugarplum.”
We stop talking after that because it’s hard to concentrate on words when the feelings rushing through me are so expansive and yet so encompassing.
Being with Smith isn't about having sex. It's more than that.
I knew sex was supposed to feel good. I've heard that all my life from foster sisters, from movies, from the girls my brother has dated and the other women I've known in the motorcycle club.
Sex is supposed to be hot and exciting and thrilling, but this is more than that. It's more than I thought possible and as Smith holds me, cradling me in his big strong arms, I feel small in a way that lets me feel so whole, so complete.
My heart pounds. This is not how anyone has described sex. I don’t feel caged in. For the first time in my life, I feel so utterly free. I wrap my arms around Smith, my legs around him. My body usually feels so big, like I'm taking up too much space, but here with Smith, I feel just the right size. Like I was made for him. Like his body was made to fill me up and my body was made to take him in.
His cock moves deeper inside of me and I moan as the pleasure begins to build, my core throbbing as he thrusts deep inside me. My creamy release coating his thick cock as he sinks deeper inside of me, taking me to the edge of oblivion and back again,
I run my fingers through his thick hair, holding onto him as if for dear life, and he whispers words in my ear, the kind of words I've always wanted to hear.
Sugar, you're everything. Sugar. You're so tight, so good, so perfect.
And I lose myself in his words, in his longing. I lose myself in it because it's the exact place I've always wanted to go, a place where I belong. And as Smith fucks me, I believe with all my heart that I could belong to him.
He finishes, and I finish too, our sweaty bodies pulsing with desire and need, and it's all too much. I've just met a man who's making me think dizzying things. That maybe, just maybe, my life could be about more than being bound to the Badlands. Maybe my life could be about more than surviving and getting through the day. Maybe life could be about being someone's sugarplum on Christmas morning.
“What are you thinking?” Smith asks, looking at me. I roll toward him, his leg hooks over mine, our skin glistening with sweat and sex. My breasts are pushed together. My tummy is bare. But I feel no insecurities because as Smith runs his fingers over my skin, I feel beautiful. Like a goddess.
“I'm thinking that what we just did exceeded all my expectations about sex. What about you?” I ask him, a delicious smile on my lips as he grunts in pleasure.
“My cock has been waiting for that moment its whole damn life. You sure as hell didn't disappoint, Sugarplum.”
I closed my eyes, the smile on my lips so broad. It's hard to make eye contact. I feel so good. I've never felt like this… so utterly fulfilled. Smith runs his hand over my pussy. It's so wet and so warm. His fingers running over the fine hairs of my body.
“I could fuck you all night,” he tells me, nibbling my earlobe.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask.
He grins. “Girl, I like having you in my bed. It's been mighty cold up here in the cabin.”