Boss of Me
We turn off the main highway onto a narrow, two-lane road that seems to go straight up. After a few minutes, he turns again, into a short driveway below a giant cabin.
“Is this it?” I look up at the massive structure. “It’s enormous!”
He squints, looking up at it from where he’s getting our luggage out of the trunk. “It’s about standard for the area.”
I follow him up the wooden stairs to a wrap-around porch overlooking the tops of trees. The air is a bit cooler than it was when we left Nashville, and being after Labor Day, the tourist season is over. It’s dark and quiet, but I can see the lights of the small town below. I can only imagine it’s gorgeous when the sun comes up over the hills. It’s impressive now.
The door opens, and I turn, following him into a massive great room with yellow pine floors, walls, and ceilings. The whole place smells like fresh-cut timber.
“This is amazing!” I step inside, looking up and around.
A wall of windows is in front of me, stretching up to a point that follows the line of the ceiling. The room is furnished with a brown leather couch and matching armchair with ottoman, and what looks like a section from a huge tree trunk sits on a sisal rug in the center of the room.
“Why don’t you ever come here? I think I’d be here every weekend if it were mine.”
“I guess after a while you get tired of it.” He’s in the kitchen inspecting the contents of the cabinets. A welcome basket is on the counter, and he takes a bottle of wine out of it and puts it in the fridge. “Or tired of the drive.”
“I don’t know… It would take me a long time to get tired of this.”
I walk over to a yellow pine door and open it. Inside is a large bedroom with a king sized bed against the wall. A giant flat screen television is across from it, and another door is off to the side. I walk through and open it to find a modern bathroom with beige travertine tile and a Jacuzzi tub against the wall.
My lip goes between my teeth, and I imagine us in it, our bodies wet and sliding together. I’m here with him, alone… It’s going to happen, and it sets my insides humming.
I jump almost a foot when he speaks from behind me. “Glass of wine?”
Turning, I see a hint of amusement in his eyes. He’s holding two glasses of sparkling pink rosé, and I take one and take a sip. It’s cool and slightly crisp.
“This is good.”
He places a hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I’m glad you thought of this.” Leaning closer, he hesitates just above my mouth. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too.” I lift my chin, and our eyes meet.
Chemistry flares between us, and he presses warm lips to mine, melting my insides. I reach out blindly to set my glass on the nearby dresser so I can thread my fingers in his thick hair. His hand moves from my waist down to my ass, and a whimper escapes my throat as he pushes my lips apart and slides his tongue along mine.
Heat floods my panties. My whole body’s on fire remembering what he can do to me and how good it feels. He lifts his head and places his glass of wine beside mine before returning to what he started.
“You want this?” His voice is low and rich, like he has to even ask.
I’ve just driven hours with him to be in this place alone.
“I want it.” My voice is soft and high, and he pulls me to him again.
Our mouths collide, and it’s like a spark to kindling. We’re moving faster, like we’ve been starving since Sunday. He tugs at my shirt, and I quickly unfasten the buttons. My pussy throbs with every heartbeat. I want his lips on me. I want his beard scratching my skin. I’m tempted to rip the rest of my shirt apart when he catches the hem and raises it over my head. Just as fast, he cups my breasts, which are barely covered by my white lace bra.
“I neglected these last time.” His voice is a low murmur, his eyes fixed on my body.
His thumbs circle the rosy areolas just visible through the delicate lace, and my nipples tingle and harden. I reach around quickly to unfasten my bra. His eyes darken as it falls away. My insides clench, and I gasp when his teeth graze my tender flesh.
“So sexy,” he says, kissing and pulling at the beaded tips.
Every little nip, every touch, is a charge straight to my glistening core. I feel his erection against my stomach, and I want him so much. I want the weight of his bo
dy holding me down. I want to hear his groans of satisfaction as he comes.
In a sweep, I’m off my feet, and he carries me to the enormous, king-sized bed. Gently, he lowers me onto my back, standing tall as he unbuttons his shirt. He doesn’t waste time, getting halfway down his gorgeous chest before pulling it over his head, leaving his dark hair in messy waves.
My knees rub together in anticipation. His eyes never leave me, hungry as I unfasten the button on my pants and push them down my hips. Large hands cover mine, and he pulls them off.