“I wanted to tell you,” she said as she plated the eggs. Breakfast was about done. “I was just so scared.”
“What were you scared of?”
She didn’t answer, instead placing the food down at the table.
“Do you mind if I use your phone?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, taking my plate. “I’ll go do a perimeter scan. You make your call.”
I scooped the eggs and bacon in between the slices of toast and took them outside with me, doing a quick run around the cabin. I checked a little ways down the driveway as well, looking for any indication someone had been that way other than us. There wasn’t any sign of anyone. I headed back into the cabin to find Desiree there. Her plate was empty and sitting on the table, and she was sitting in a chair in the living room, the phone in her hands.
“That was my boss,” she said as I shut the door behind me. “She knows everything now. The man who came to my house, he went to my work looking for me. My boss knows to look out for him now, but she can’t have that kind of danger in her place of business. She has to temporarily relieve me of my duties. I might not have a job anymore.”
She sounded so distant, so empty as she said that. Like the last breath had been stolen from her, removed without warning. I went to her, my heart aching for her. She didn’t deserve to have her life upended and threatened simply because of who her father had been.
Letting my emotions guide me, I picked her up out of the chair and wrapped my arms around her. At first, she was nearly catatonic, her arms falling by her sides. Then, slowly, she melted into me. Her arms reached for my neck and wrapped around it, squeezing. Her face pulled away, and I looked deep into her eyes, scanning her emotions. A soft breath tumbled from her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss them away. I wanted to undo them for her.
Her face leaned into mine, and our lips met. Gently at first and then rougher, hungrier. My tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she pulled at my shirt from the bottom, yanking it up over my stomach. Her fingers ran along the ridges of the muscles leading to my chest. I broke our kiss long enough to yank it off, backing up with her to the bedroom.
Our lips crushed together again, and now it was her turn, yanking the T-shirt she’d borrowed from me that dwarfed her to her knees, up and over her head. Underneath was just a bra and panties, white cotton and striking against her skin. I picked her up and spun her, gently laying her down on the bed.
She sat up, her fingers working on my belt and pulling it open, stripping at my button until my jeans were undone. They fell to the ground as I kicked off my shoes and stepped on the ends of my socks to get them off as well. Her fingers reached into the hem of my boxers and yanked them down, letting my cock spring out. I bent over at the waist and crushed into her lips again as she wrapped her hand around my base and stroked me.
I yanked at her panties, and she wiggled to help me get them off her. Climbing between her legs, she scooted back to give me room on the bed, and I sank down to her. She guided the tip of my cock through her folds, gathering up the wet juices of her damp pussy and positioning me at her opening. I reached one hand up to lift her bra off her breast and squeezed the soft, pillowy mound, the nipple resting in the center of my palm.
Thrusting, I entered her. The warmth and pressure of her tight pussy around my cock nearly made me come right there, but I stopped, taking a moment to breathe. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretched her. Then I sank deeper into her as she relaxed and began rocking my hips. With each motion, I plunged into her, bringing her voice louder and more desperate.
Soon we were in a rhythm, my arms under her shoulders and her breast in my mouth as our hips moved together. I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to see her, to stare deeply into her gaze and watch her pleasure arrange her face in expressions of passion. To see the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. The sweat that gathered on her collarbone before I licked it off.
We rolled, so I was lying on my back, and she was on top, riding me. I slid one hand down, my thumb pressing into her clit and making a circular motion as she leaned back, her mouth locked in an open shape. Her motions got faster, needier as her voice rose in staccato blasts from her lungs. Her head fell back, and her hair brushed my inner thighs, lightly tickling my balls, and I felt the climax arriving.