My balls tighten as I approach our destination. I park and turn off the engine. She whispers in my ear. “Your cock feels amazing.”
Fuuuuuck. Two more pumps and I’m jizzing all over the handlebars of the ATV.
I turn. “Well, that’s the best ride I ever had.”
Her eyebrows arch. “You’ll be saying those words again in about thirty minutes.”
“Who are you?”
She laughs, hops off, and retrieves the bourbon and her shoes. She holds up the bottle. “Come on. Best not waste this.”
I do up my pants, leaving the mess for later, and follow her into the cabin. She drops her shoes by the front door and goes to the kitchen counter, hoisting herself up on it before cracking the bottle. She takes a swig and looks around. “Nice cabin.”
“Aaron built it himself. I helped.”
“Pilot. Cowboy. Home construction. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Taxes,” I say. “I can’t do my fucking taxes.”
She hikes up her dress and puts a leg on the counter. I can see her barely there panties. They’re red. And they’re soaked. I may have just blown my load a minute ago, but I swear I’m chubbing up again.
“Want some?” she asks.
I have no idea if she’s referring to the bottle or her. Either way, my answer is the same. “Hell yes.” I stride over, grab the bottle, and take a swig. Then I kiss her. Bourbon and Amber Black—I think I found my new favorite flavor.
Her kiss is as demanding as mine. Desperate almost. I haven’t wanted anyone this much in a long time, maybe ever. Based on her reaction, I’d say she feels the same.
She pushes me back. “Take off your clothes.”
“Gladly.” I make quick work of my shirt that’s still unbuttoned and my undershirt, then kick off my shoes and strip off my pants and skivvies.
She appraises me from head to toe, eyes halting at my junk when it twitches in anticipation. When I step between her legs, she carefully touches my bruised ribs. “Does it hurt?”
“Believe me, nothing hurts right now.”
She bites her lower lip. “Good. Now take off mine.”
I know it’s May, but to me, it feels like Christmas. She leans back and lifts her butt, an invitation to push up her dress. I work it up and over her head, leaving her wearing only the scrap of panties and a matching strapless bra. She’s a sight. “You’re gorgeous,” I say. Though I may have thought it when I’ve been with other women, I’ve never said it.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
I take in her body. Her breasts are amazing—not too big, not too small. Her skin is smooth. Her stomach is flat, and hips, curvy. Even her toes are inviting, and I’ve never been a toe man. Everything about her is perfect.
“See something you like?” She takes a drink of bourbon, purposely dribbling some down her chin and onto her chest. I follow the liquid with my eyes, knowing I’m about to devour her.
My tongue moves along the path of the bourbon, licking every inch of skin it flavored. I reach around and remove her bra. Her breasts, untouched by the sun, fall into amazing teardrops. I take the bottle and dribble more across her chest. She arches her back as I take her nipple into my mouth and work it with my tongue. I go lower, my lips blazing a trail to her panties.
She stiffens and pushes the bottle away. “Don’t put any on my pussy. It burns.”
I chuckle. “You say this from experience?”
“Some lessons you only need to learn once.”
“Is there something else we could put on it?”
“How about your tongue?”
I pull away and look up. “Say it again and use the word.”
“I made you come, now put your tongue on my pussy and return the favor.”
I have a hard time keeping my jaw from hitting the floor. “That was goddamn sexy.”
She stares at me, eyes wide, as if asking how long she has to wait. I swear this girl is throwing me off my game. I’m always the one in control.
“Would you please rip off my panties and make me see Jesus?”
I pull her hips toward me. “Maybe if you shut your filthy mouth for two seconds, I will.”
She smirks and puts a hand underneath her panties. “I’ll do it myself if I have to. I’m really good at it.”
I’m not usually at a loss for words, but in this very second, I’m at a loss for all rational thought. She makes it even worse by pushing her panties aside and letting me watch. She slips a finger in then pulls it out and circles her clit. Her pussy is pink and glistening. Every cell in my body wants to touch her, but at the same time, watching her finger herself is better than any porn I’ve seen.
“Now you,” she says, touching her wet finger to my lips. “My g-spot is up and to your left. Work my clit hard. If I don’t get off that way, it’s okay to finger my ass. But I’m kind of worked up, so I’ll probably come pretty quickly.”
My head is reeling. Suddenly, I have stage fright. I’m not an inexperienced guy, but I’ve never been with a woman like Amber.
“Something wrong, cowboy?” she says, threatening to put her finger back where it was.
I snap myself out of it, brush her hand aside, drape one of her legs over my shoulder, rip off her panties—literally—then put my mouth on her. I retract my previous statement. This is my new favorite flavor. She moans as I work my tongue in and out, then I follow her instructions precisely. She was right. It doesn’t take long before she’s shouting at the ceiling. And I’m damn glad we’re here, isolated in the cabin, because she’s not in the least bit quiet.
When it’s over, she props up on her elbows. “Let’s go for another one. The faster I can get there, the more intense it will be. You have a condom, right?”
I reach down and get one out of my wallet. “Never leave home without one.”
She takes it from me, tears open the package, and rolls it on as expertly as I’ve ever done it. “How do you like it?”
“Want to move to the bed?” I ask.
She shakes her head in disgust. “On Aaron’s bed? Ew.”
I chuckle. “But their counter is okay.”
“Counter, wall, floor, shower. Take your pick.”
“I pick all of the above.”
She grabs my cock. “Then you better get started. It could be a long night.”
She guides me inside her, and I struggle not to come immediately when she lies back on the counter. I fondle her breasts as I thrust in and out while putting together my grocery list in my head, determined not to come like some adolescent virgin.
“Clit,” she says breathily.
I remove a hand from her boob and rub her clit in slow circles.
“Faster.”
I love the way she directs me. It’s hot.
She scoots to her right, leaving me pumping in and out at an angle. “That’s perfect. Right there,” she says, arching her back.
With one of my hands otherwise occupied, she takes it upon herself to squeeze and pinch her left nipple. The sight of it takes me to the edge. I pray she’s right there with me. But just to make sure, I remove my hand from her other breast, slip it beneath her, and press a finger on the pucker of her ass. That’s all it takes to have her bucking into me, shouting at the heavens once again. I grunt and come along with her.