Free Two Cabins, One Lake: An Alaskan Romance by Shaye Marlow

solid.
    His face was just inches above mine.  My chest heaved,
pressing my breasts against his firm chest.  His…something deliciously hard…was
pressing squarely against my clit.
    I think we both realized our situation at the exact same
moment.  A moment which came simultaneously with my stupid betrayer of a body
tilting its hips up against him.  I couldn’t help it.  He had fought me to the
ground, and I was suddenly hot, and wet, and I wanted him.
    I hated him, but I wanted him.  I stared up at him, panting,
trying to get that figured out in my head.
    He returned my look—he appeared confused, too—but he ground
his pelvis against mine in a way that made my neck arch, and my breath expel on
a moan.  Heat flared between us, spreading from everywhere we touched.  My
pussy felt like it was on fire, and not in some terrible STD-ish way.  No, this
was in a
the-Devil’s-hard-cock-pressed-against-me-through-my-pants-and-I-never-wanted-anything-more
kind of way.  Go figure.
    He ground against me again, and that look on his face said
he wanted me too, despite what I’d done to his jet ski.  I lifted my knees along
his sides, maneuvering that bulge down into the dent of my hungry pussy.
    Oh yes.   My hands clenched, nails digging into my
palms as I writhed under him.  And he was moving against me, that tight heat
rubbing into me harder and harder.
    I could barely think, certainly not enough to acknowledge
that we were dry-humping on my lawn.  And suddenly he was missing from my field
of vision.  He tugged at my pants, the nicest-looking pair of sweats that I
owned.  I was so stunned, I just lay there as he started to drag them down.
    Wait.  What underwear was I wearing?  Was it my period
panties?  It might have been my period panties.  Not that I had any other
kind…
    Apparently he didn’t care, because he just ripped them the
fuck off me.  I suddenly had grass against my ass, but then he was back over
me, and he must have dealt with his own pants at some point, at least to get
them open.  The incredibly hot, hard length of his shaft pressed directly
against my throbbing clit.  He dragged my thigh up along his side as he ground
against me.
    Then he shoved my shirt up, and suddenly his mouth was on my
breast.  I lost my breath on another telling cry.  He’d discovered my kryptonite,
zeroed in on it like some evil supervillain.  His mouth was the Devil’s work. 
It was on my nipple, on the soft flesh around it, sucking in decadent amounts
of my breast on each hard draw.
    He wasn’t sweet, and he wasn’t gentle.  He was punishing me
with his mouth, scraping me with his teeth, sucking like my previous lovers had
never dared.
    I’d never been wetter.  I ground up against him, making
helpless noises of pleasure.  I tried to bite my lips, tried not to let him
know I was enjoying it, but it was futile.  I don’t remember putting my hands
in his hair, but they were there, tangled in that wet black silk, holding him
to me as I shook and burned.
    ‘Heat’…this was nothing so tepid.  This was spontaneous
combustion, fire and massive pressure like in a diesel engine.  He was revving
me faster and faster with nothing to govern my response.  I tightened up like a
spring as the stinging draw of his mouth pulled something deep in my belly.
    And, Oh god, it was happening.  I could feel it
overtaking me, like icy fire spreading outward from my pelvis.  On my
damn—front lawn—with just—his mouth—on my—breast—my neighbor—my
evil—neighbor—was making me— God, the pressure —cum!
    I writhed and bucked, yanked at his hair, and made enough
noise to wake the dead.  I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be a game animal
within ten miles of this location for weeks .  There was no way he missed
that he’d just given me a screaming orgasm, and it was obvious by the
growl-like noise that vibrated against me, and the throb of his bare cock
against my sopping cleft, that he enjoyed it.
    Then