Page 100 of Wood Riddance
I slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and tugged the fabric down to free my breasts.
“No bra.” He groaned, his mouth already on one tender nipple. “You are so perfect.”
His constant praise and appreciation for my body went a long way to break down the walls I’d carefully built up over the years. His sincere admiration and desire burrowed deep into my heart.
“I need you inside me,” I gasped.
Obediently, he scooped me up and set me on my feet on the grass beneath the awning of the Airstream.
With one hand still on my breast, he unzipped his shorts and freed his cock. I wanted to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, show him how much I needed him.
But he had other plans. He pushed my panties down and pointed to the steel pole above our heads.
“Hold on to that.”
His demand sent desire coursing through me, and I obeyed, grasping the frame of the blue- and white-striped awning.
He hooked one arm under my knee and spread me wide as he entered me. My skirt was bunched around my waist, and my bare breasts were exposed to the cool night air as he fucked me against the Airstream, our bodies out in the open, only partially obscured by the awning.
“I love that I can fuck you standing up,” he grunted, thrusting into me hard.
Dropping my head back against the stainless surface behind me, I gripped the beam, needing something to ground me. I was floating on a cloud of lust. Each thrust was the perfect balance of powerful and deep and perfect. This man somehow knew how to make every centimeter of my body ache for him.
I’d never fantasized about getting railed in a sundress under the moonlight, but I knew I’d be reliving this experience for a long time.
We kissed and licked and nipped and grabbed for one another, desperate for as much contact as possible. Heat radiated from him, soaking into me little by little with each thrust, and his scent swirled, filling my senses. This was more than sex. It was transformative. It was tearing me apart at the cellular level and piecing me back together. I was the same, yet different.
The outside world disappeared as we got lost in one another. He was filling me up in ways I could never have imagined and certainly couldn’t define. I buried my face in his neck as he took me higher and higher, clinging to him, trusting that he’d hold me after I fell apart.
And when he took me over the edge, I didn’t fall apart. I shattered. My body pulsed as pleasure rolled through me and I cried out for him.
He kept going, holding me close and pushing through wave after wave of my climax. “Let go,” I whispered, clenching around him again and again. Floating on a cloud of intimacy and pleasure and trust.
And he did. His steady thrusts became erratic, and he slowed his pace as my body wrung every last bit of pleasure out of him.
Dropping my leg, he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. I collapsed against him, boneless, unable to talk or think or explain what had happened between us.
For several quiet minutes, we clung to one another, his face buried in my hair, as our heart rates slowed and reality filtered back in.
* * *
“We should do this,” I said, nestling into his chest. “In Lovewell.”
“What do you mean?”
“This.” I sat up, the sheet falling down around my waist. “Fix up a few Airstreams and rent them to tourists. We’ve got land and gorgeous mountain scenery. Rivers, lakes, wildlife.”
“Hmm. Maybe Clive could be good for something besides jerky,” he said, pulling me back down into the snuggle spot against his chest.
“You are not murdering the town moose.” I let out a teasing huff. “If anything, we can post his antics on social media. He’d bring in the tourists. They can stay in our trailers and book aerial tours with you.”
“This sounds like quite the empire you’re building, She-Ra,” he said.
“Yup. It makes sense. This place is incredible. Being here with you? It’s like stepping into another world together.” Lovewell wasn’t Bar Harbor, not by a long shot, but it was charming and rural and had direct access to some of the most beautiful scenery.
“I love it here too,” he said. “So you wanna buy some Airstreams? We’ll have to find someone to fix them up. My brother Gus is a great carpenter.”
I sat up and shot him an annoyed look. “My expertise doesn’t end at machines, you know. Who do you think laid the gorgeous birch floors in my house?”
