Small Town Big Man

“Beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful.” My lips explore their way down her chest until I hit her nipple and suck it through her tee shirt. Rolling her nipple in my teeth, I piston my hips.

She's so fucking wet, dripping down my shaft as I plunge in over and over again. Goosebumps peak on her skin as her thighs begin to shake and a moan explodes out from deep within her lungs.

I can feel the orgasm as it rips through her body. Her pussy bares down around my dick, squeezing my shaft. Her clit pulses against my lower belly, and she digs her nails into my shoulder as her back arches. That's it, that's all I can take.

Thrusting one last time, I slam an open palm to the cupboard behind her head, while I hold her ass with my other hand, and release my load into her pussy.

My cock kicks inside her body, filling her with pump after pump of hot cum. Falling forward, I'm out of breath as I rest my head on her chest.

I can feel everything right now. The air as it goes into my lungs, my blood as it rushes through my veins, my heart as it beats in my chest. Everything feels alive.

Laney plays with my hair, twining pieces around her fingers. She moves her fingers softly over my shoulder, and wriggles her body closer to mine.

I love having her around me like this. Tightly wound like a ribbon around my body. If it was up to me, I'd stay like this forever. But it isn't up to me. I don't have a say in what she wants.

My hand falls to the counter and I realize it's cold as ice.

“Oh, shit, that's cold. Here, let me help you down.” Gripping her around the waist, I lift her bare ass off the granite and set her on her feet.

Laney grabs a few napkins, passing me a couple, and using the rest in her hand to clean herself up. She tosses them into the trash and walks to the fridge. Pulling out a bottle of wine, she yanks out the wine stopper and takes a giant swig.

Everything about her just changed in that one second. Her body language is rigid, her expression is flat, and her eyes avoid me at every cost.

Something just happened, she's different. . . I'm just not sure where it's coming from.

She's standing half naked in the kitchen, chugging straight from the bottle. Letting out a long sigh as she pulls the bottle off her lips, she wipes them off with the back of her wrist. “Want some?” she asks, holding out the bottle.

“I'm good, thanks. You hungry? I can help make dinner.”

“There's nothing to eat here.” Taking another giant gulp from the bottle, she steps around the island and grabs her pants.

“Well, how about I take you to the store then? My treat. Let me buy dinner for us.”

“Anders, you've done enough for me already. I can't ask you to do that too.”

“You're not asking. I'm starving after that.” Winking, I give her a little smile, but it’s not sincere. I feel confused as I buckle up my pants. What’s going on? My cock is still wet from fucking her and she’s treating me like I’m practically a stranger.

Laney frowns., but she nods anyway and agrees. “All right, let's go.” Bringing the bottle to her lips, she finishes it off and drops it in the bin. Wiping her mouth again, she brushes past me, snagging her purse off the coffee table.

What has gotten into her?

The drive into town is slow and quiet. The roads are slick from fresh falling snow, making the tires slip a little. Both my hands are on the wheel, and I'm staring out the windshield, but my mind is on her. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in her head. I can't read her mind, but I really fucking wish I could.

If I ask her a question she responds with a single word. The entire ride she looks out the window of the truck at the road.

What is wrong? Did I do something?

When we get to the market she walks a few feet in front of me, and I watch this woman, this beautiful woman, who sometimes I feel I know so well, and other times she seems like a total mystery. Laney grabs a cart and I follow her through the store. She loads it up with snacks and booze. There are cheese balls, crackers, spray cheese, and pretzels. A couple bottles of wine and a six pack of beer.

Standing back, I smile to myself as she keeps dropping dorm food into the cart. It's cute.

“So, what do you want for dinner? Do you like pasta? I can make a pretty mean tomato sauce.” Lifting my chin, I bounce my brows up and down.