Page 10 of Craved By the Lumberjack

Was he imagining himself plunging into me? Feeling my wet, tight pussy around his raging erection?

That did it. The warmth reached a fever pitch. And then my walls began contracting. I cried out—a sound that I didn’t even consciously make. Tingles spread up and down my arms. The chill was almost electrified.

And then, slowly, it abated. I was left with the reality that I’d had my first orgasm ever, and I’d done it in front of a man I’d just met.

My eyes popped open. I fully expected to see him in the throes of his own approaching orgasm. His eyes would be closed, his breaths coming fast as he stroked faster and faster. Would he come right here on the couch? Maybe his legs would catch most of it.

But no. That wasn’t what I found at all. Instead, his eyes were wide open and he was watching me. His hand wasn’t even on himself. But the fire in his eyes was undeniable.

“Come here,” he said.

It was exactly the command I’d wanted. I could have crawled over to him at any point, of course, but it wouldn’t be the same as him ordering it. That meant he wanted me. He was battling an urge to kiss me, touch me.

I didn’t crawl. Instead, I pushed myself to my feet and closed the remaining distance between us, staring down at him as he looked at me admiringly. The appreciation in his stare did something to me. It made me want to ignite that fire, turn up the heat in his eyes.

That was why I undid my bra and bared my breasts to him before shimmying out of my jeans and underwear. I had to kick off my shoes in the process, and it was more than a little awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind.

When I finally stood in front of him, naked, the self-consciousness I expected didn’t come. Maybe it was the appreciation in his stare. Or maybe I just felt comfortable with him in a way I’d never expected.

He still had his jeans around his knees, and I half expected him to do something about that, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached out with both hands, shifting in his seat until he was facing forward. He then put his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. The feel of his big, rough hands on my soft, bare skin warmed me from the inside out once again.

I could definitely get turned on pretty quickly. Maybe I had another orgasm in me before the night was over. I’d love to do that again. And again. And again.

He pulled me onto him, and then I was straddling him as his hand moved up my back. One hand stayed on my hip while the other moved to my face, his thumb rubbing along my jawline before sliding around to the nape of my neck. He nudged me toward him, and my entire body seemed to let out a sigh as our lips finally met.

It wasn’t just the short time I’d known him that I’d craved this kiss. No, it was a lifetime of doing without. It had all led up to this. I was finally getting the kiss I’d waited for my entire life.

His tongue parted the seam of my lips and plunged inside, mating with mine. Our breaths mingled as my hands explored.I couldn’t get enough of him—the contours, the hard ridges. He was perfect, straight out of my fantasies.

I wanted to explore his entire body, but there’d be time for that. Plenty of time. Tonight was about losing my virginity.

We were still kissing when I felt his hands begin to roam. The hand that had pulled my face down to his slid over my frontside while the other hand moved around my hip. I thought he’d maneuver me until I was above his erection so he could slide inside me, but he didn’t. Instead, his hand went up my thighs, his thumb finding that spot I’d touched just seconds ago.

I cried out at the first contact, the sound muffled by his mouth. He moaned in response, and that only heightened my arousal. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking slowly. With another moan, his left hand moved to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.

“Oh yes,” I said between kisses, surprised to hear my own voice.

Suddenly, he shifted his left hand to mine, putting it on my wrist and nudging it away. He didn’t want me touching him anymore. For a second, that bothered me, but then I realized he was having a hard time holding out. He wanted to come inside me.

Just that thought sent me over the edge. I threw my head back and gasped as an even more intense orgasm raced through my body, overshadowing the previous one by far.

When I came down, I felt a little self-conscious. He’d watched all of this. Gradually, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. The intensity in his stare wiped away anything negative I might have felt. It reminded me just how beautiful he thought I was.

I’d always be safe in his arms.

“Don’t move,” he said, shifting to the side slightly.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then he pulled out his wallet, opened it, and extracted a square packet. A condom.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even thought about protection. I didn’t want to get pregnant. Not this early.

Or did I? Before meeting him, I would have been horrified at the thought, but suddenly, being a mom earlier than expected didn’t seem so bad. Going through life with this guy—the one whose cock was just inches from my pussy—was exactly what my plan should be.

Yes, Kingston was the man I wanted to do everything with. Have kids, build a house, make our house a home, work through my struggles, and celebrate my achievements… He was the man for me.

“Can I put it on?” I asked.

“Sure can,” he said.

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