She melted against me, and I walked backward, leading her to one of the beds. I could go in the other room where a queen bed sat, but no. I wouldn’t taint Marjorie with anything my father had touched.
I wanted so much to go slowly, to take my time and savor everything about her, but my dick had other ideas. I quickly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans to free my aching cock. Then I pulled off Marj’s shoes, sweatpants, and underwear and shoved into her heat, her legs still hanging off the bed.
Sweet, sweet home.
“Bryce!” she cried out, her quivering walls encasing me with glorious suction.
“God, Marj. God, yes.” I pumped into her again and again.
I wanted her to come. I wanted her to have as much pleasure as she was giving me. I wanted to take the time and make sure she climaxed.
But I was all about me at the moment. All about this place, about exorcising everything hellacious in my life.
Somehow, in my warped mind, I felt that if I made love to Marjorie here, it would burn away the rancid ash my father had left.
I pumped.
And I pumped.
And I pumped.
“Gone,” I said through gritted teeth. “Gone. Be gone. Be gone.”
If Marjorie was surprised by my words, she didn’t indicate it. I closed my eyes, continuing my devilish chant.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Until I erupted inside her tight heat, emptying into her beautiful body that so willingly accepted me for all I was.
And all I was not.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prolong the intensity of the orgasm, holding on…
Holding on…
Holding on…
Until finally she squirmed beneath me. I moved off her, turning over in the darkness, my arm across my eyes.
I’d done it.
I’d fucked her in this cabin.
I’d wanted to, no doubt.
But it hadn’t worked. It hadn’t exorcised anything from me or from this place. All I’d accomplished was an even more intense desire f
or her.
Worse yet, she hadn’t come. I’d truly been self-absorbed.
I needed her again, and I wanted her to come the way she had during our last time together—again and again, rolling from one orgasm into another.
That was when she’d said, “I love you.”
Perhaps she’d say it again.
I longed to hear those three words in her soft voice. Even more, I longed to say them back. For I meant them. I meant them with every cell in my body, every beat of my heart, every tiny sliver of lightness and all the darkness in my soul.