raspy gasps.
“Up on the bed,” he panted. “On your back. Knees up and spread.”
Her heartbeat swept into wicked fast mode at his instruction. He grabbed her wrist and brought her to her feet. She made a move to get out of her negligee, but he shook his head.
“Not now,” he whispered. To her surprise, he leaned in for another kiss. Sensations rocked her as their lips melted together, and she realized she’d forgotten to slap him again. He broke this kiss and nodded to the bed.
“In the position,” he ordered.
She licked her lips, tasted his semen, and lay down on the bed near the middle. Lifting her knees, she saw her breasts jiggle as he climbed up at the foot of her bed. Between her legs, she watched him climb toward her.
He’d removed his shirt, and his naked body was bronzed in places that really shouldn’t be tan. It appeared he sunbathed in the nude. The thought vanished when he lowered his head, and the vibrant need rushed to be fucked flared through her as his hot breath blasted like a furnace against the opening in her panty.
Heat and moisture swirled between her thighs. God, she knew she shouldn’t be wanting this so badly, but she did. She shouldn’t be opening her legs with such ease, without feeling the least bit hesitant or embarrassed, like she usually did. Her belly clenched as his face nuzzled between her thighs.
She moaned as something hot and moist touched her clit. A finger? She wondered. No, his tongue.
He licked her clit. Up and down with firm, unrelenting pressure until waves of exquisite pleasure pulsed and she dug her hands tighter around the comforter as he continued lashing her tortured clit. Beneath his face, she writhed and gyrated and dug her heels into the mattress.
Hot, sticky moisture seeped from her pussy, and Teyla gasped, her eyes widened with wonder as he thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. His fingers were exceedingly long and felt so good as he continued to work her clit with his tongue and use his fingers to thrust into her like a miniature cock. He sucked and she cried out as his teeth nipped her clit sharply, then his tongue smoothed the hurt, bringing lashes of pleasure through her core.
She groaned as he grabbed her by the hips and brought her pussy closer into his face. Every nerve ending inside her throbbed. She jerked, cried out as a third finger slid into her. The penetration stretched her in such a good way, she bucked as shudders of arousal slammed into her.
She was about to come. Hard.
He gripped her so firmly she cried out in both fear and wonder as the magnificent orgasm began to take hold. But he let go of her pussy, and disappointment and desperation made her reach out and grab him by the shoulders, trying to bring him closer again.
He shook his head. “Condoms, baby, condoms,” he gasped, and she let him go, wanting him inside her. Needing him.
Her pussy was on fire, and she thought about bringing herself off. But the tearing of plastic and foil had her touching her nipples. They were nice and tender from his mouth, and her breasts felt firm beneath her palms. She yelped as the mattress moved and he climbed back over the foot of the bed.
Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until her ass almost hung off the edge. She swallowed tightly as he moved between her thighs. He came up and over her, his thick cock reaching toward his belly.
His thighs widened hers as he came down. His hard gaze pinned her to the mattress. Strong muscles bunched in his arms as he angled his body over hers. She struggled to make sense at how intoxicating his look made her feel. His face appeared so taut, his eyes so dark with intense need, she instinctively knew he hadn’t been with a woman in some time. At that thought, hunger raged through her. An unfamiliar need she hadn’t experienced before shot so deep into her, she moaned at its intensity.
Then she trembled as his thick, bulging cockhead nudged against her vaginal opening. He entered her swiftly and without mercy, her muscles stretching wildly as he impaled her. He filled her to perfection, his size reaching an area deep inside of her. An unexplored area that always wept with need when a man fucked her.
With this guy, there was no disappointment. Only awe as he withdrew and thrust into her again. Once. Twice. Three times. She unraveled, jerked violently as the orgasm exploded through her.
His mouth melted over hers, catching her cries. His heated shaft slammed into her over and over. His pubic bone stroking her clit just right. She rolled from one climax right into another one. He continued to thrust and kiss her. The only noises were that of his flesh slapping against hers and their erotic moans. Oh, she did love the sounds of their union mingling through the air.
She rode with him. Rode the waves and then finally she heard him whisper he was coming. His body went rigid and he shuddered, the condom filling with his warm semen. She felt him come up partway and shift into his own world of bliss. Afterwards, in the drowsy postcoital mode, her pussy spasms slowed and he withdrew.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him as he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, then he tossed it into the wastebasket she kept nearby for such purposes. The afterglow weakness of sex tugged at her body, and she felt fantastic. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he climbed onto the bed, bringing her up beside him. To her surprise, he spooned against her backside and curled his arms around her, holding her against his hard body.
The thick knot of his cock pushed against the crack in her ass as he held her. For a long time, she hoped he would slip his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t, and yes, she felt disappointed as his breathing slowed. She thought he’d fallen asleep, he’d been quiet for so long, but then his deep voice cracked through the air, his question shattering the comfortable silence.
“Where were you when it happened?”
She knew he was talking about the Catastrophe. She wondered why he would ask such a question at a time like this. Maybe he was trying to find out a connection they shared? Heck, everybody who survived shared the same connections. Losing their loved ones, the shift in the weather, the fear of city-dwelling cannibals and apparent poverty. Or maybe it was just small talk on his part?
Whatever his reason, The Catastrophe, as everyone called it, was something she tried really hard not to think about. It was still very painful. Yet, Logan’s question brought it all back in vivid detail, and suddenly she ached to tell him.
She needed to tell someone who seemed to care at least a little about her. Maybe because he was the first guy who actually thought about her pleasure instead of just his own. Maybe that’s why she sensed he cared. Or maybe it was because he was her first client that she didn’t have to fake an orgasm with?
“The day started just like any other,” she began. “The sun was shining brightly…”
Excitement pummeled Teyla as she drove out of the town’s only mall parking lot with the truck cab full of two weeks groceries and the early pregnancy test kit sitting in the paper bag right beside her on the seat. Glancing at herself in the rear-view mirror, she couldn’t help but smile at her flushed pink cheeks or her windblown, shoulder- length wavy brown hair. Not one for wearing makeup, she looked a mess, but at the moment, she didn’t care because she just might be pregnant. For real.
When she’d stepped out of the farmhouse this morning, that same weird, nauseous kind of feeling was anchored in the pit of her stomach. She’d been feeling a bit sick intermittently over the past week. At first, she thought she had a touch of the flu, but then she’d had a lightbulb moment. Morning sickness?
As she watched her husband of eleven years working in the lush lavender fields, she’d barely been able to contain the bubbling happiness of what she suspected. She dare not raise Max’s hopes again only to find out it was a false alarm. It had happened three times over the past two years since they began trying to get pregnant.
The look of devastation on his face depressed her for weeks, and it made her feel like a failure as a wife because she knew he wanted a lot of kids and so did she. This time around, though, she was playing it nice and cool, at least in front of him. That is, until she found out for sure whether the early pregnancy kit gave her a positive reading or not. If it did, she would go to the doctor and have it confirmed this time before she so much as uttered a peep.
Trying to keep her mind off her excitement, she forced herself to gaze at her prairie surroundings. As always, the sparse dots of farmhouses, silver silos, and fields of round hay bales baking in the sunshine soothed her rattled nerves.
Heart Creek was a bustling farm town of five thousand people nestled in the foothills of the Canadian Rocky Mountains. It had a main street with a bakery, a hardware store, two restaurants, and one mall. It also boasted the only drive-in theatre for miles. This area was her home, and despite having a three-year stint as a grocery cashier in the busy Canadian city of Calgary, Alberta, after finishing high school, she’d come back home to marry her high
