Page 42 of Taming the Lumberjack
Not slow for long.
She’s too soft, too eager, too perfect like this, taking me from behind with the sun warm on her skin and the mountains spread out around us.
The blanket bunches under my knees.
The porch wind chime moves once in the distance.
Lexie’s moans get sharper every time I drive into her, her body meeting every thrust like she needs more, like she’ll never get enough.
Mine.
Still.
Always.
I slide my hand around, find her swollen clit slick with her wetness, and rub her just the way she likes. Her whole body jolts.
“Oh my God.”
“That’s right.”
I keep fucking her deep and hard, giving her every inch, rubbing her faster, listening to the way her breathing breaks and turns ragged. My wife, spread open for me in the summer grass, taking me like she was made for it.
“You gonna come for me?” I ask against her shoulder.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Weston, please.”
That tears right through me.
I thrust harder, feel her tighten, then she comes apart with a cry that goes straight to my spine, her whole body trembling, pussy fluttering around my cock while I keep her there and make her ride every pulsing second of it.
Her whole body shakes around me, and I follow seconds later, groaning her name as I hold her in place and give her everything I’ve got.
After, I ease us both down onto the blanket and pull her back against my chest.
She’s limp and warm and satisfied, hair wild, lips pink and swollen, soft body fitting against mine like it was built there.
I kiss her shoulder.
“You all right?”
She laughs softly. “You ask me that every time.”
“Yeah.”
She turns her face toward me just enough to smile. “Don’t stop. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
THE END
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