Free Fight for Her by Kelly Favor

still. She could feel him wanting her more strongly, could feel the need radiating off of him like heat. It was heat.
    His skin touched hers and it was burning with fire, his flesh was such a turn on when it pressed against hers that she immediately wanted to cry out, her legs and hips twitching in anticipation.
    There was so much unspoken between them. Something about the darkness of the cabin, the stillness of the air, the time of night.
    Everything that had gone on between them seemed to warrant this moment, this action.
    Gunner took her in his arms, lifted her like a feather, and brought her to his bed.
    He laid her down, still kissing her as they went, with him on top. The muscles in his arms stood out in stark relief as he held himself above her, his lips kissing slowly down her neck.
    She moaned as the heat went through her.
    She felt along his deltoids, letting her hands explore his exquisite body, touching his tattoos. He stopped kissing her for a moment and watched as she ran her fingers down his chest and abdomen. His stomach was hard, rippling with tightly coiled muscles—something she’d never imagined being possible outside of a cartoon version of a superhero.
    But Gunner was like a superhero come to life. She couldn’t believe the texture of his skin, the sheer perfection of it.
    Touching him made her wet.
    And then when he touched her back…it was an explosion of ecstasy, better than she ever could have wanted.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, as his hands caressed her bare legs, pushing the t-shirt he’d given her slowly up her thighs.
    “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. He looked into her eyes as his hands continued moving slowly up her legs. “I could touch you like this for the rest of my life and be happy.”
    She smiled, touching his cheek, feeling his light beard stubble against her fingertips. “I wanted you to touch me like this. I kept wanting it and thinking I was being crazy.”
    “You’re not crazy,” he said. “Far from it.” And then he was kissing her with renewed passion, and his hips were grinding against hers, his pelvis pressing into her.
    She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he’d managed to push her shirt up to the very top of her thighs.
    All that stood between them now were his boxer shorts.
    Krista reached down and started to pull on them. Slowly, they came down from his hips and she closed her hands around his muscular butt, feeling him thrust towards her. She reached her hand in front to feel his hardness.
    It was bigger than she would have guessed, throbbing and pulsating in her hand.
    As she stroked him, he got even harder and bigger.
    “I didn’t expect you to be this big,” she said. “You’re huge.”
    He closed his eyes and breathed faster as she continued stroking his shaft.
    Krista was soaking wet between her legs.
    As she stroked him, Gunner reached his hand between her thighs and slowly rubbed her wetness. It was slick and ready, opening for him as he gently and firmly rubbed his fingers in a semi-circular fashion.
    “Are you ready?” he asked.
    Their gazes locked once more. There was no need for an answer.
    He knows just from looking at me , Krista thought, and laid her head on the bed, as Gunner pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off her body.
    Now she was totally naked and vulnerable before him.
    He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed along her neck, and then she felt him pressing his hips down against hers once more.
    This time, his manhood was also pressing, pushing against her opening, sliding ever so slowly in and in and in.
    She grabbed his shoulders, gripping his flesh as he split her open with his girth.
    It was beautiful, ecstatic pain, but the pain was like a bright burst that lasted only a short moment as she accommodated herself to his immense size.
    And then everything was wet and tight, but not painful in the least.
    Gunner moved his hips ever so slowly, and each movement was another burst of pleasure through her