Page 88 of Making the Save

“Ride me, baby,” I groaned. “Fucking use me.”

She tilted her head way back, a flush climbing across her belly, up her tits to her neck. “I need,” she whispered, and I knew what she needed. I let go of her hands and her fingers found her clit, rubbing herself as she fucked me, head thrown back. A woman fully realized. Fully herself.

I had to bite my lip to keep from coming.

“You close?” I muttered.

She nodded, and curled forward, her head against my shoulder. “Harder, please.”

The angle was wrong for us, if she needed me harder, than I needed to take her from behind. She always came so fast that way. I think because my words from weeks ago, lived rent free in her head.

Nail you hard from behind.

With a hard push I lifted her off my cock and rolled her to her stomach. I got to my knees and lifted her ass high towards me. Her hands were pressed together over her head, her face buried in the pillow. I caught her wrists in both my hands, pressing them into the bed, as I used my knees to spread her thighs further apart. A quick shift of my hips and I was once again cock deep inside her.

We both cried out with satisfaction.

“How do you want this, babe?” I said, leaning over her back, so I could nibble at her ear lobe, my beard tickling her neck.

It was a little fucked up that I did this, but now that we both knew what she actually liked, it was fun to get her to say it.

“Unhh,” was her only reply, her face pressed into the pillow.

“No, you’ve got to say it,” I told her, and kept my strokes steady but shallow. Driving both of us crazy.

“Wyatt!”

“Yes, honey, tell me what you want.”

“Rough!” she said, turning her face to glare daggers at me.

I laughed and slammed inside her, my groin pressed hard and tight against her sweet ass cheeks.

We practically moved the sofa bed across the floor while I rode her hard and fast, holding her down the entire time. I shifted both her wrists to my one hand, and used the other to play with her nipples, tugging them, pinching them. Her body twisted underneath me, the two points of pressure, inside her pussy and on her breasts, seemingly too much.

She cried out and I could feel the squeeze of her hot walls all along my hard cock. She was coming. Hard. And I reveled in it.

“Fuck, yes.” I could feel the cum pulsing out of me, as I stroked deep. Distantly, I wondered how this would feel without the condom. What it would be like to try and make her pregnant. I wondered if she was pregnant.

Maybe wished it was true.

Barbarian thoughts, and nothing I would share with her. But it was still there, even as my orgasm continued to pulse through my dick.

Mine.

I was foldingthe mattress back into the sofa, while Syd was opening the cabin windows along the side of the wall. They were opened and closed with a winch that locked into place. Making it harder for uninvited guests to get inside, but not impossible. She was trying to push the winch open and was failing.

“Haven’t you learned your lesson about open windows?” I said as I walked over to help her.

“This place kind of reeks of sex. I think we need some fresh air. I’m willing to take my chances, so we’ll just have to be on critter watch.”

The cabin did smell of sex, but I loved it. When we left to go hiking during the day, it was one of my favorite things to come back to. The smell of us.

With a little extra muscle I freed the window from its lock and eased it open, letting in an awesome summer in the mountains breeze.

Her phone, dropped by the side of the couch, rang and the sound surprised both of us.

Our phones had been mostly forgotten the last few weeks and the sound was foreign in our cabin. She ran over to grab it.