mr. badboy

Part 35

I am impressed. I briefly take in the family of quail running from the low hedges and toward steps that must lead down to the beach, the wooden stairway flanked by tall cedars. I notice the wide covered deck with the Adirondack chairs and woven blankets, perfectly set up for the sunrise or star gazing, the stack of firewood in the corner.

I also take in her arse, perky and toned from her crazy (yet well-appreciated) addiction to running, her legs, her back, that gorgeous red hair of hers, forever bound in that ponytail, and finally, when she turns around to look at me because I've remained suspiciously silent, those lips again.

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm moving down the path like a ghost and grabbing her face between my hands. Her eyes are wide and wild beneath her glasses, her mouth drops open, so sticky sweet and I press my lips against hers, inhaling her taste, her scent, the lush softness of her mouth.

For a long, agonizing second she stiffens, unsure of what to do next. I know I've caught her off-guard with this kiss-it's caught me off-guard too. But before I can regret it, second guess it, step away, she's melting against me, her hands wrapping around my waist while mine drift from her face to her hair, to the back of her neck, holding her their while our tongues dance languidly against each other.

I press myself against her, my cock hard as concrete and straining against my jeans, ready for release. She gives a soft gasp as I dig into her hip, a throaty sound that only makes me thicker. Getting her off on the ferry was one of the hottest things I've ever done and I'm surprised my dick has survived that case of blue balls.

But it won't last much longer.

"Let's go inside," I whisper to her, taking her hand and leading her to the front door.

She fishes a key out from under the mat.

"Really?" I ask.

She waves the key at me and puts it in the lock, opening the door. "Anyone who wants to break in has to hitchhike out here. Believe me, all the riff raff is in town and they're harmless for the most part."

We step inside. The cabin smells like old cedar and memories and from the look on Amanda's face, they're all hitting her at once.

She walks to the middle of the small room, by the wood stove and sits down on the couch, staring at the board games that are at least as old as she is.

Aside from a small dining table, two couches facing a coffee table, the wood stove, the kitchen, the bathroom and the bedroom there isn't much to it. It's just enough for one or two people. But I can tell it's more than enough to Amanda.

I sit down on the couch next to her and let her take it in.

After a while I brush the hair back from her face and ask, "What do you want to do?"

At first I'm not sure if she's heard me, she has such a faraway look in her eyes, lost in a memory somewhere. Then she looks at me, blinking back to reality. She takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom. "I want your cock inside me. Everywhere."

I gulp, swallowing hard, more than ready.

I follow her, standing in the doorway before the twin bed covered with flannel sheets. She slowly strips in front of me until she's this pale glowing goddess, beckoning me to join her.

Where she goes, I follow.

I strip quickly, feeling fire running through my veins, a sense of urgency unlike any before and then I'm climbing on the bed after her, prowling like she's the prey and I'm hunter, or maybe it's the other way around because I'm in her pull, her power, and there isn't anything I can do about it.