Big Man

I finger her until she comes again, her mouth pressed against mine so I can swallow her gasping cries whole, savor every inch of her body shivering under me and her pussy clenching around my fingers.

Only then do I sit back and pull her upright. The water’s gone lukewarm beside us, but neither of us cares. I pin her against the wall and lift one leg around my waist, wrap it there tight as I press my cock against her pussy, rubbing it back and forth along her slit to coat myself in her juices.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her mouth, and she smiles, the edges of her lips digging into mine.

“I want you to make love to me, Grant Werther,” she whispers, and I swear to God, in that moment, I’m gone.

“Anything you want, it’s yours,” I murmur back. I raise her leg a little higher and slowly press the head of my cock into her entrance. Feel her swell and stretch to accommodate me, and with every inch farther into her that I press, I feel more and more complete. When I’m fully buried inside her, we both pause, our breathing coming hard and fast, our hearts hammering as we stand there, drenched in the shower, in our shower, in the house we share now. I have never felt this complete, this fulfilled.

Sasha bucks against me, impatient as ever, and with a grin, I lift her off the ground entirely and wrap her legs around my waist, her shoulders back against the tile wall. I fuck her until we’re both lost in it, so distracted we don’t even notice the water go cold around us. I’m lost in the feeling of her tight pussy clenching hard around my thick cock, the delicious sensation of being in her, possessing her to the fullest. She’s mine, and I cannot get enough of her.

When I come inside her, I clench her hard against me, my voice hoarse as I groan with pleasure, feeling my cum shoot deep inside her pussy. I fucking love that feeling, the feeling of my seed coating her walls, claiming her, marking her as mine. And I love how much she loves it, her head falling back as she cries out.

When I finally pull out of her, I grin at the hot rush that trickles down her legs, joining the cool water swirling around our ankles in the bathtub now.

“I think we need another shower,” I say, lifting an eyebrow, and she bursts into laughter as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into another long, slow kiss.

“I’m fine with that,” she murmurs, arching her hips to press against mine. “Though I think a cold shower is the only way either of us is going to cool off tonight.”

She can say that again, I think, as I reach past her for the soap, to start getting clean all over again. If we can manage it this time…

13

Sasha Bluebell

Ten Months Later

“Hey Hank!” I wave across the street to Hank, posted out front of his store with his legs kicked up on an ottoman and a newspaper spread across his lap. Must be a slow day for hardware sales. I can see Etna through the shop window, standing at the counter bent over a paper of her own. Probably doing the crosswords like she loves so much.

“How’s it going?” Hank calls back with a pleasant smile and a wave. “You get that tractor working okay?”

“Grant’s on it,” I call back. “Thanks again for ordering the parts for us.”

“Anytime.” He winks and settles deeper in his chair as I walk past, on a mission to finish my shopping before Grant gets home from his own errands. I want to start dinner before he has a chance—I have a big special meal prepared tonight, but knowing my man, if he beats me to the kitchen, he’ll show me up by starting some fancy grilling of his own.

Not that I’d complain, of course. But tonight I want to treat him, dammit. It’s probably the last time I’ll be able to for a long while, after all.

“Sasha!”

But of course, in order to finish my grocery store run, I’ll have to be able to make it through town without everyone and their mother stopping me along the way to chat. Still, when I see who it is, I can’t help grinning back and stopping to let Meredith catch me up.

“How’d your soiree go?” I ask with a grin when she reaches me.

Meredith heaves out a sigh, clutching her side, since she just jogged a few blocks from the communal parking lot to catch me. “Decent. Wish you guys had been there though.” She shakes her head with another sigh. “I love the Johnsons, don’t get me wrong, and Troy’s a hoot. But nobody quite gets my sense of humor like you do. And poor Joe was bored out of his mind without Grant there to distract him with a few rounds of darts.”