Page 7 of Worshiped By the Lumberjack

Chapter Seven

Liam

Something akin to a smile tugs at my lips as Kinsley snuggles into my side as she sleeps. It is a strange feeling; both the muscles attempting to form the facial gesture, which doesn't come often for me, but also sleeping with someone, something I have never done. I'm surprised it is not nearly as suffocating as I always assumed it would be, even with her appendages wrapped around me like an octopus.

Being a natural early riser I am wide a wake even though we got little sleep last night. Though it is much later than I usually get up. I'm never in bed at 9 o'clock in the morning unless I'm sick. I let Spruce out earlier when I got up to take a piss, but crawled back into bed and promptly fell right back asleep.

I would get up to start some breakfast, but I don't want to disturb Kinsley, having wrung every last orgasm I could from her last night. Though I had my fair share too, with her waking me in the middle of the night with her mouth on my cock.

Just thinking about it has him hard as fuck and raring to go, especially being nestled against the soft skin of her thick thigh,almost within reach of the heaven that is her warm, tight pussy. There must be something magical about it for me to be in this position, having a woman in my space, invading my every thought.

One who is here to put me in the spotlight. Which I fucking hate, but still I cannot resist the pull of her. Not only her dream worthy body, but also the way she continued to keep her sweet smile in place as she attempted to ask me questions, even when I could tell she was getting frustrated. As much as I don't want to do the interview, I wasn't trying to be an ass on purpose. It is just hard for me to talk about myself.

A soft gasp falls from Kinsley when she feels my raging erection as she shifts beside me. Tits pressing firmly against my side, I feel her nipples pebble. Her pussy lips are spread open on my thigh and her juices run down it when she rocks her hips, rubbing her clit on the coarse hair there. Her resulting moan has my cock pulsing. I fucking love she wakes up as ready for me as I am for her, but she has to be sore from the multiple poundings she received last night.

With that in mind, I tip her chin up with a forefinger, bringing my lips to hers. I leisurely devour her mouth. My tongue glides against hers as I drink in her taste. I finally pull my mouth back when we are both in desperate need of air.

Climbing out of bed, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom. I turn the shower on to warm while I pull out towels for both of us. Once the water temperature is just right, I lead her in, putting her under the water, with her back to my front.

Grabbing my soap, I slick my hands with the bar before languidly running them over her smooth skin, making sure to cover every inch. I pay attention to the places which cause her to whimper when my hands pass by, giving them extra attention.By the time I get to her sweet center, she has her legs spread wide for me, granting me easy access.

Her ass shoves back against my groin, cradling my throbbing cock between those luscious cheeks. She rubs it up and down as my fingers swirl around her swollen clit. My other hand comes up to pluck at her peaked, rosy nipples like she is a finely tuned instrument. Her hands slap against the wall as she pushes back, rubbing her ass harder against me when I slide two fingers inside her and circle her clit faster with my thumb. Her walls flutter and clamp down.

My balls are drawn tighter than ever before, and the base of my spine tingles. I lean my head down and latch my mouth onto her shoulder, sucking hard before biting down lightly.

Kinsley goes stiff and my cum paints her back at her scream. The rush of blood pounding in my ears drowns out all other sound as it feels like the top of my head explodes.

When I regain function, I begin washing her again, having to use one arm to hold her steady. Once she is clean, I quickly wash my pits, crotch and ass, then rinse, all with the one hand I have free. I shut the rapidly cooling water off and we step out of the shower. Hastily I rub a towel down my body so I am not sopping wet before taking my time and making sure every inch of Kinsley is dry. I pause to kiss the mark I left on her shoulder. It has my chest puffing and me feeling feral at the sight.

"Sorry if I hurt you, but I fucking love seeing this on you," I murmur.

Her cheeks turn pink. "It was one of those pleasure pain things, and I enjoyed it much more than I ever thought I would."

I lead her into the bedroom, where I pull on clean boxers and reach into my closet for one of my flannels. I pull the soft red fabric over her shoulders, thread her arms through, and do up the buttons in the middle. The arms hang down past herfingertips, so I roll each one three times so they rest above her wrists.

I pull her into the living room, depositing her on the couch before heading into the kitchen to get the coffee started and breakfast going. We need both after the marathon session of sex we had. Hopefully, with more to come, as there is no way I have had my fill of this woman yet.

Just seeing her sitting there still not fully awake in my shirt, knowing she is bare beneath, has me ready to take her again. I'm beginning to get concerned with this sudden voracious sexual appetite that appeared with this woman. I've never had this much sex at once. Not even when I first discovered how amazing it felt to be in a pussy.

But she is not here for long, so I better get my fill before she leaves me in her rearview, and that thought leaves me with an unfamiliar ache in my chest.

Chapter Eight

Kinsley

A yawn cracks my jaw as I watch Liam move around his kitchen with efficiency as he prepares breakfast. I never realized what a turn on it was to see a man being so competent when it comes to cooking, and I definitely don't mind being catered to like he has been to me. It has been a long time since anyone has taken care of me like he has been.

"How do you like your coffee? Sweet like you?" One corner of his mouth tips up in the slightest. It is the closest thing to a smile I have seen come from him.

"Yes please, and a little milk too."

He nods his head before doctoring the dark blue ceramic mug he filled with coffee. Handing it off to me, he crooks an eyebrow waiting.

I take a sip and smile at how close he got it. "Perfect, thank you."

He kisses the top of my head before going back to the stove where he is scrambling eggs and frying bacon. "Would you like toast?"

Pursing my lips, I think a moment. "What kind of bread and jam do you have?"

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