But then something breaks in him, and with swift hands, he takes me by the hips and pulls me on top of him. He moves me like I weigh nothing, barely using any effort. I can't help but touch his strong his arms, and the muscles that pop beneath the surface, when I straddle him.
My fingers follow the tattoo covering his left arm and shoulder. Long swooping lines and Celtic patterns create a collage on his skin that holds my gaze. Gripping my chin with his fingers, he turns my eyes back to him.
“Eyes on me, I want to see your face as I fuck you.”
The hunger and need are so vivid in his stare it sends goosebumps down my skin. I've never been looked at like this. Not once have I been admired this deeply with just a look. My heart is racing, and my stomach coils up tight like corded rope.
His hands grip my hips tighter and he pulls me down onto him. I'm soaking wet, dripping from my pussy to the point it's slicking my inner thighs.
Resting open palms on his chest, I butterfly my legs open wider, and sink down on his cock so he fills me completely. My walls stretch to make room and my clit throbs, aching for release.
His hands fall to my thighs and he squeezes me as I start to rock. His eyes roll back in his head as I move a little faster, a little harder, driving him inside my body as far as I can.
Riding his thick cock, I dig my nails into his flesh, doing my best to stay upright. I want to fall forward, to drive my face into his neck and just fuck him until I come. But I won't rush this moment. Who knows when I'll have this again.
Softly, he pinches my nipple as he uses his other hand to help drive me down even deeper. I grind against his hard body, sending electricity zipping through my muscles. The hair on my arms stands up and I let out a moan that's throaty and raw.
“Yeah,” he says, “Fuck me.” His finger pinches my nipple harder and he lifts his head up, setting an open hand on my back to pull my tit into his mouth.
This man is touching me in all the right spots. My moans grow louder and louder as I rise and drop, rise and drop. I can feel his cock thicken inside my pussy, stretching my walls to their max.
“Fuck, fuck, I'm coming,” I call out as I slam my pussy down his shaft. “Mm. . .” My moan is drawn out as I finally fall forward, and he captures me in his arms.
He jerks his cock free, spearing it up between my ass cheeks as his dick explodes, shooting hot cum all over my lower back.
We're both breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling in unison. Twisting my face, I brush the hair from my eyes and softy run my fingers through his beard.
“Wow,” I say, my voice nothing but air. “You know what, I never got your name, did I?” Giggling, I wag my brows.
Smiling, he chuckles and says, “It's Anderson, but everyone calls me Anders.” He sounds like he just ran a marathon as he takes in deep breaths of air. “And your name is?”
“Laney.”
“Laney. . . huh, didn't peg you for a Laney.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“What did you think my name was?”
“I don't know,” he says as I roll off his stomach and sit up, searching for something to clean up with.
“Hold on a second,” he says, and dashes down the stairs. He’s back in a flash with a washcloth and gently wipes at my lower back. “Sorry about the mess,” he chuckles, before throwing the cloth to the floor and wrapping his arm around me to bring me back down onto the bed with him again “I don't know, you look like you could be a Rachel, maybe a Gail—”
Cutting him off, I laugh out loud. “Gail? Seriously?”
We're both laughing and when our eyes meet, my heart stops inside my chest. I don't know if it stops because of how incredibly hot his smile is, or if it's because he's actually looking at me, like he sees me in a way I haven’t been seen in a long time.
His eyes burn into my chest, leaving a mark that I can practically feel.
Shit. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want a look like that from him.
And I didn't want this tingle in my belly.
I was looking for a one night stand. One and done. But looking at Anders smile, I’m not convinced I found what I was looking for.
4
Anders
Leaning against the kitchen sink, I blow a cool breath across the top of my coffee cup and take a sip. The hot mug feels goods in my cold hands.
The power is still out, and probably will be for a while. That's what happens when you choose to live in the mountains. Amenities are a luxury, not a guarantee.
The fire is finally roaring. It took a while to get the logs to catch, and having Laney looking over my shoulder didn’t make me move any faster. I feel the heat from where I'm standing now, and relish hearing the logs snap and seeing the flames jump. Taking another sip from the mug, I look out the window, and watch as giant snowflakes fall like sheets of torn paper. Storms this time of winter aren’t unusual, but this one’s really picking up and may leave us with a couple of feet by the afternoon.
I can hear Laney in the bathroom. Every so often I hear her curse, and the sound of the tin bucket knocking against the tub. I boiled her a few kettles of hot water so she could wash up. When I handed her the bucket, she looked at me like I was an alien. My mind floods with images of her naked body as she runs a wet cloth up her leg and over her thigh. She’s just feet away from me, behind a single door, and I can’t keep my imagination in check. How would she respond if I just walked right in? Hiked her up onto the sink and took her there, without saying a word?
My cock jerks, eager for another round. It's been a long time since I've been with a woman, and after having just one taste of her, I'm ready for more.
Laney. . . It's a cute name.
The door for the bathroom creaks as she opens it, and she comes down the hall in one of my flannel button-down shirts and nothing else. She's rubbing a towel against her damp hair as she goes to stand by the fire.
“Heat, thank God,” she says with a giggle as she tips her head closer and rubs her wet head with the towel.
She looks so fuckable with her bare legs, and when she bends over to get closer to the fire, I get a delicious peek of the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. Biting my lip, I have to look away. I turn instead to watch the snow fall. I'm afraid if I look to long I’ll end up going over and ravaging her.
“Yeah, it'll heat up this whole place in no time now that it's going.” Grabbing a mug, I walk to the wood stove and take the percolator off the top. “Coffee?” I ask.
“Please,” she says, throwing the towel over her shoulder.
“Milk? Sugar?” I ask.
“Nah, black is fine. As long as it’s hot.”
I pour her a mug and hand it over. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” My eyes move up and down her body as she looks into the mug and takes a sip.
Fuck, this girl is so gorgeous.
She's stripped of all her makeup and her natural beauty just leaves me speechless. There are little freckles on the bridge of her nose, and her lashes fan her eyes like a jungle canopy. Her cheeks hold a pink tint, but I'm not sure if it's from the hot water she washed with or the chill that's still in the air.