Page 9 of Forrest
Before I know it, he’s bouncing up the steps and we’re standing under the awning. He lets me down. My body grazes against him. His hand slides along my hips and then across my waist as my feet touch the floor.
We stand there, the rain falling down all around us. Our bodies pressed against each other. Forrest looking down at me. The rickety-tappity-tinkly sound of nature is like music to my ears. A million tiny snare drums being played by a million tiny fairies, and they’re all willing me on. Giving me confidence. Telling me I should get up on my tippy-toes and kiss this gorgeous, strong man standing before me. Because maybe I’ll never get a chance like this again. Because maybe this is destiny. Maybe we were meant to meet here in the woods and it was meant to rain and we were meant to find this cabin and have the best sex of our lives. Forming a connection between us. Something stronger than steel or iron or diamonds. Stronger than the very mountains that surround us. A bond. Love. Whatever you want to call it. I can feel it building up in my chest and I can feel it in my breathing and between my legs and I know instinctively that it’s the feeling I’ve been waiting to feel with a man ever since I was a kid and I watched my very first Disney movie.
“We should go in,” he says, running his thumb over my cheek. “You stay out here much longer, you’re gonna catch a cold.”
“Inside,” I gulp. “Catch a cold.”
He pushes the door open and waits for me to walk through.
Pretty soon he has a fire going. Warming our hands against the flames.
Forrest looks over at me. “I’m going to take my clothes off now.”
I gulp for a second time, except this one feels like I’m trying to swallow an entire pumpkin. “Right.”
“I think you should do the same.” He takes his jacket off and then lifts his t-shirt over his head. I’ve never seen a body quite so perfect. The rainwater runs down his chiseled chest. His wide, muscular shoulders are the base of an upside-down triangle that ends with a neat line of hair and a six-pack. “We need to dry out clothes. There’s a robe in the back. It’s yours if you want it. Just say the word, and I’ll get it for you.”
“No.” I chew on my lip and look at Forrest's body one more second. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. My chance to pounce on him and have him fuck away all the sadness that’s in my heart. But, as I gaze at his magnificent body, it’s like I can barely even remember the sadness I was feeling just a few days ago. Dylan who? The only thing that matters right now is Forrest. But it’s like I said, I’m not much of a fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of gal. And I can already feel a connection forming between me and this huge, kind man. What do I do when I leave? Just go back to my normal life? Pretend like I haven’t fallen in love with him? Pretend like I don’t wish I was waking up in his arms every morning with a big round belly, and the promise of a baby and a life and future together?
“Forrest.” I edge a little closer to him and take his hand. “I’m not sure I can do this. I mean… I want to. But I don’t think I can handle getting my heart broke twice in one week.”
He leans over and kisses me tenderly on the cheek. “I’m not going to break your heart, Skye. After this, you’ll be my woman. And I’ll be damned if I even so much as let another man look at you.”
A tingle of pleasure runs through my body. He’s so possessive. “You mean that? This isn’t just a one-night stand?”
“Baby,” he growls. “This is an every-night stand. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life fucking you raw.”
“Oh, Forrest.” I grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to my mouth. His hands grope my waist. Holding me close.
In-between kisses I manage to pull my top off and take off my trousers. Forrest lays down next to the fire and I climb on top of him. He takes my nipple in his mouth and runs his tongue along the hard, pink skin. I tilt my head back and moan, and then I take his fingers and put them in my mouth.
“Fuck, Skye!” His hand grips my ass. I can feel his hardness pressing against my opening. There’s a look of desperate passion in his eyes as I grind my pussy against his length. “I need to be inside you, baby. I need to make you cum.”
I reach down and undo his belt buckle. He wriggles out of his jeans.
When I grip his cock, he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “Shit, that feels good.”
“Yeah, it does.” I pump down on his shaft with long, slow strokes. “You like that, big boy? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
“You want to squeeze your big fat dick inside me?”
“Yes!” He reaches up with his face and we kiss. “Now stop teasing me, woman. I’ve been thinking about this since the moment we met.”
The words hit me like a slap in the face. But in a good way. I let go of his dick and wrap my arms around him. “You really mean that?”
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I've ever met, Skye.”
“But, you found me in a ball on the floor crying. Didn’t you think I was a mess? Weren't you tempted to turn the other way and run as far and as fast as you possibly could?”
“No.” He pushes a finger into my opening. I let out a gasp. My stomach shivers as he goes deeper and deeper inside me. “I thought, here’s the girl I’m gonna marry.”
“Marry?”
He flips me over so I’m lying on my back. I look down as he rubs his tip against my wet and waiting lips.
“That’s right, baby girl. You think I’m just going to let you go back to your life and pretend like you never met me?”
