Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Haven

It only took a second for him to strip away the rest of her suit, and her hands flew upward in an attempt to cover her torso.

“Darling, you’re gorgeous. Don’t hide, don’t let yourself doubt how fucking incredible it makes me feel to see you naked in front of me.” Daniel spoke quietly, his hands clasping her fingers gently and tugging her arms to the sides. Beth planted her palms against the wall for balance, her legs spread wide.

“Sweet mercy, woman.” He drew a finger down her torso as he knelt at her feet, and her belly fluttered under his touch. He leaned closer and took a deep breath in through his nose. “I can smell your desire. You’re wet just thinking about what we’re going to do, aren’t you?”

Her legs trembled. “What are we going to do?”

His wicked grin flashed. “I already told you. Non-vanilla. We’ve got forty-five minutes left.”

With one hand he separated the curls of her body, touching her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. Again and again he circled a finger along the sensitive skin of her sex, her labia and her clit pulsing in time with her heart. A single finger slipped into her depths, and he licked her clit and she moaned.

“You can make some noise, but no screaming, okay? I’ll take you somewhere for the screaming sex another time.”

“Jesus, Daniel, shut up already and…hell.” He bit her clit and the top of her head nearly blew off, it felt so damn good. Another finger joined the first, and he stroked and teased her, inside and out now, his tongue moving rapidly against her throbbing clit. His fingers plunged into her faster and faster until there was no hope of holding back, and her orgasm flashed like a wild fire. He slowed his strokes, drawing out the waves until she grasped his head and dragged him away from her now-too-sensitive center.

He rose, and those eyes caught her in his spell. He stripped off his swim trunks, and she swore at the size of him, his erection slamming into his belly as he stood. He pulled a condom from the towel on the counter, rolled it on and stepped closer.

“Daniel, how are we going to—?”

He kissed her wildly, that massive cock caught between their bodies, the heat of it branding her belly. When he finally pulled away, they both gasped for air.

“Fucking need to be inside you. Now.”

“Yes, please…yes.” She would have begged for longer but there was no need. Her desperation was reflected in his eyes as well. He stood her on her good leg and took hold of her injured one.

“Tell me if this hurts.”

He lifted her thigh slowly, cautiously, watching her face the whole time. The angle took the pressure off the nerves that were usually pinched and sore, and she tugged his hips to get him closer to where she needed him. “It’s good, it’s good. Oh God, now, please.”

He lined up the head of his shaft, nudging against her labia, slowly opening her. He rocked his hips a few times, slipping against her, and it felt so amazing she panted for air, clutching him in an attempt to pull him farther in.

He clasped her chin with his free hand and, as their eyes met, powered into her body.

Full.

Stretched apart.

Aching and wanting and—damn, it felt amazing. She watched his eyes flicker for a second before he dropped his forehead to hers. “That is about the hottest sensation I’ve ever felt. Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “You good, darling?”

There was no way on earth she could speak. She nodded.

Slow, even, tortuous, wonderful. He withdrew, paused, then thrust in again. Her breath shot out as his cock rocketed in, and she clutched his shoulders, closing her eyes to let the sensations take control. Let him take control.

He filled her completely, his girth stretching her more than she ever remembered. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was because they were both panting with desire. Maybe it was the fact that outside the door there were people innocently swimming laps, but she’d never been so turned on before in her life. Every plunge rubbed spots inside that in turn lit nerves on fire in chain reactions throughout her body. Her breasts bounced as he rammed himself deep into her core, the broad expanse of his chest rubbing her now screamingly sensitive nipples on every stroke he delivered. Beth’s world diminished to the sensory overload enclosed in the small chlorine-scented space.

Everything moved in slow motion as she opened her eyes and gazed into his. He returned her stare, his dark pupils mesmerizing, his wicked, sinful grin breaking at the corner of his mouth.

“Fucking against the wall. You ever done this before? Feel the cold of the concrete behind you, feel the heat of my cock as I ream you in two. It’s good, ain’t it darling? All for you. Every succulent, desirable…” He drove into her harder still, and alarms went off in the back of her brain. This wasn’t going to be just an orgasm; it was going to be cataclysmic. “…every fuckable inch of you.”

Her climax drew closer, hovering out of reach.

“Come for me again. I’m going to…” a deep-seated thrust, “…take you with me…” another, “…you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock…” another, “…come on, darling.”

She came undone. Between the relentless strokes, the dirty talk and the whole naughtiness of the situation, the earth unraveled and took her with it. His mouth clamped down on hers as she started to cry out, the need to express the pleasure tearing her apart, overriding the logical sections of her brain. His tongue slammed into her mouth as his cock drilled her once again, and he jerked within her, his release shaking them both as he pinned her to the wall with his weight. Their kisses changed slowly, turning gentler, wet pleasure passing back and forth as their air exchanged—open mouths gasping against each other.

Daniel lowered her leg slowly. She let out a squeak of pain, the return of weight on the limb a stark contrast to the endorphins of pleasure racing through her. He soothed her, stroking his hand over her hip, kissing her forehead.

They were still connected intimately, his chest crushing her breasts. She swore his cock swelled even larger inside her, the skin of her passage unaccustomed to hard use for months. Hell, for years. Daniel kissed her again, dropping a line of tender caresses behind her ear, down her neck. His work-callused hands massaged her butt in smooth, rhythmic circles.

He let out a slow sigh. “We’ve got ten minutes’ grace. I’m gonna head onto the deck. If you want to hit the change room, I’ll round up the boys and herd them in your direction when they’re done.”

She still couldn’t speak. He kissed her cheek, kissed her lips. When he pulled from her body, she shivered, sad at the loss of his heat. He twisted her around and sat her on the bench, stroking her cheek with his knuckles.

“You might want to hop in the shower for a minute.”

She looked up at him, confused. Damn, he was fine. He dealt with the condom and pulled on his trunks, arranging his ample girth strategically.

“Beth? You gonna be okay?”

She pulled her towel over herself slowly, the rush of heat from the experience flushing her skin. “I’m fine. More than fine.” She made herself speak. “Daniel?”

He turned in the act of unlocking the door. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He shook his head and grinned, and something inside came dangerously close to melting.

“Thank you. I’ve got to run.”

She watched him walk out the door, then mustered up the strength to lock the door behind him before collapsing back onto the bench. Her head touched the wall behind her as she sucked in deep breathes of air. She’d really done it. They’d done it.

Non-vanilla.

“So you going to be able to make it to both the wedding and the party afterward?” Daniel tossed a few coins in the tip jar and turned to carry the coffees back to their table.

Their table, sheesh.

She was doing it again. She’d been fighting to make sure she kept her head on straight and didn’t read too much into Daniel’s attentive behaviour. He’d picked her up every day when she was done with classes and taken her out for a coffee. They had just enough time for a quick conversation to unwind before heading home to meet the bus at the gate. She still didn’t feel comfortable talking in public about her past, but they seemed to have enough to chat about anyway. Now that October had begun, it seemed everyone was starting to get ready for the coming winter. They vented about her daily trials in the classroom and his on the ranch and in the Colemans’ furniture workshop.

The adult company kept her sane. Oh yeah, hello, the addition of sex had rocked, and he was mighty easy on the eyes, but the companionship was another component she hadn’t realized she craved so badly. This whole deal with Daniel was supposed to be about friendship and fun, not forever.

The part of her soul that occasionally wished that she’d found a man like Daniel in the first place? She wrapped that part up in ropes and tied it off real tight. It wasn’t allowed to mess with the fantastic reality she was experiencing.

“Beth?”

She gazed into his eyes in confusion. “Sorry, wool gathering.”

“No troubles. I asked if you’re able to come to both the wedding and the reception. The boys are welcome.”

Hadn’t she told him? “Are you talking about Blake and Jaxi? This coming weekend?”

“Of course. The wedding is at—”

“Daniel, the boys and I are headed to Calgary on Friday after school lets out. We’re spending Thanksgiving with my parents and my sister. I’m sorry, I thought I’d told you.”