"God, you feel good," I tell her, breathing deeply as I look into her eyes. Hers meet mine and they shine bright, tears glistening on the edge. "I don't want to make you cry."
"It's happy tears," she says, panting.
"I promise I'm so fucking close," I tell her.
She nods slowly. "I'm on fire," she says. "The best kind of heat. I feel… oh God," she moans again. Her come is seeping all around my cock and I finish as she does too, both of us groaning in pleasure as we hit the depths of our desire.
"Oh Maker," she moans.
"Oh God, oh God, this is it," I tell her. "This is everything." Her body goes limp in the most delightful way, and I roll off of her, laughing. "You spent all your energy up? I thought we were going all night."
She rolls over on her belly, kissing my chest. "Oh, I think that's what people call round one."
I grin. "Good baby, because I need you again, all of you."
Her hand finds my cock and she strokes me softly, fondling my tight balls. "Good," she says, "because I feel like there's a lot more to you that I plan to explore."
"Yeah, I’d like that," I say. “A lot.” Her belly rumbles and I grin. "But maybe we should have some dinner first?"
She nods. "That sounds good."
I get out of bed, my cock thick hanging between my legs, and I eye her as she licks her lips, memorizing me. "What do you think?" I ask, stroking myself, pumping my cock for her pleasure.
"I think I like what I see," she says. "You're so chiseled. You look like you were made out of rock. I can't believe you haven't lived in Alaska all your life."
"Yeah," I say, cocking an eye. "You think I'm a real bad ass mountain man?"
She laughs. "I think so."
"God, you look cute in my bed," I tell her.
She's on her knees now. And her tits are so damn perky, so damn round and full. I want to put my cock right between them and titty fuck her. I want my come to coat her chest. I want to kiss her hard as she gets off. I want her on her back, her knees spread wide, her fingers exploring her cunt. I want to jack off watching her tease her pretty little clit. And then I want her to suck my cock nice and good, deep throat my shaft, like the dirty girl she wants to be.
"What? It looks like you have something on your mind," she says joining me in the kitchen nook. She’s naked, her arms wrapping around me, her sweet tits pressed against my back.
“Ah, I was just thinking about fucking you again." I spin, looking at her.
Her cheeks go from pink to bright red. "Really?" she asks. "So it was good?"
I chuckle, loving her naivety. I pick her up by her hips and set her down on the counter. "Oh, Marley, it was more than good; it was goddamn perfect."
Marley
When we wake in the morning, sunlight filters through the circular window in the cabin of the boat. I roll over, and unlike yesterday morning, when I shrieked upon seeing Maker, this time I smile sleepily. He's looking at me, twirling the ends of my hair between his fingers, and I wonder if life could get any better than this.
He runs his hand over my body, my waist, my hips. He squeezes my ass and I laugh. "God, last night was perfection,” I tell him.
He nods slowly. "It was, Marley."
"Where do we go from here?" I ask.
He clenches his jaw, runs a hand over his beard, his eyes narrowed. "You mentioned your brothers."
I nod, not wanting to face reality. "Can we stay in the moment for a little bit longer?"
"Is it really that bad?" he asks.
I swallow thinking of Jett, Gavin, and Dylan. They have reputations, but their reputations are very different than Maker's. Where Maker is a dangerous criminal, my brothers, the River Boys, are known for being no-nonsense, upright, having moral standards that are almost impossible to meet. They're going to hate Maker.
“Why don't we just pretend for a little bit longer?" I tell him. He nods and I swear he's read my mind, like he knows what I'm thinking. That I'm scared that this slice of paradise won't last much longer.
"Come here," he says. "I'll play make believe if you want to."
I kiss him softly. "Thank you for last night, for being so good to me, for making me feel so incredible."
"You are incredible," he says.
It's only then I feel his cock, see the thickness, and my eyes widen. "Oh," I say.
He chuckles. "That's called morning wood," he tells me.
I bite my lip, embarrassed. I'm not completely naive, as to not know the way a human body works, but seeing it like this, nestled next to me, is something else. "Do you think since I'm leaving soon, going back home, we could play just a little bit longer?"
"What did you have in mind, baby?" he asks.
My heart thrills at the nickname. At first, I thought being called baby meant Maker thought I was little, not ready, but now I hear the affection in it, the tenderness, as he says it. Even if Maker has made a million mistakes, when he talks to me, touches me, I feel like he's trying to be good, better. I want to ask him the last time he has really messed up, if he is really as bad as Bellamy and Jemma and Wavy assume, but I don't want to break this spell. And those women, their husbands have all cleaned up their acts. I believe Maker can, too, that he already has. "Come here," he says, and I dip my mouth to his
