Free True Love's Fire: A Red Hot Valentine Story (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter Page B

The scruff of his beard felt so good. Just the thought of what it would feel like between her legs made her crazy. “Scott Walker, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to put snow in your undershorts.”
    His amusement was a delightful vibration against her nipple. “I’m so hot right now, I’d melt it with just a touch.” Sitting up, he put his hand between her legs and she writhed, gasping. “Like that?” He cupped her vulva, massaging deep, letting the dampness of her arousal coat his hand. “Raise your hips.” She did, and as he slid the pink silk off, she immediately spread her legs, offering herself.
    “You’re still dressed. I want to look at you.”
    “How remiss of me.” He stood, hating to leave her incredible body. Stripping, he watched her breasts heave, and her thighs quiver. But when she licked her lips, staring at his body, he almost erupted.
    Lia watched him hunger. He was perfect, more handsome than any movie star or male model she’d ever seen. And he was about to make love to her! The reality of the thought hit her like a blast of cold water. She was going to fail. He would hate it. She was about to disappoint him. “Scott…”
    “Do you want me?”
    “Yes…” As he rose over her, Scott was stroking his cock. His considerable cock.
    Locking his eyes to hers, he touched the head of his cock right to her feminine gate. “Touch me, Houston.”
    Her hands came on him, and she rubbed, petted and stroked every part of him she could reach. “You’re so hard.”
    “You’d better believe it. You made me hard.” He could barely speak as he pushed inside of her. The unspeakable pleasure of sliding into her tight, hot pussy almost caused him to pass out.
    Him taking her was almost too much. He filled her. He stretched her. She lifted against him, her swollen nipples rasping through the hair on his chest. It felt so good!
    “Houston, you’re perfect, so tight.” With slow movements of his hips, he worked the head deep inside of her, watching the pleasure wash over her face. Slowly, he began moving in and out of her tight sheathe.
    “Good.” She tried to keep her mind on how it felt. Her body was reacting as it should. She could feel herself close around him. She gasped. It felt good, but was it good?
    “Houston, Houston,” he chanted, lowering his head to kiss her. “Tell me you love this. Tell me.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “I do.” Scott pulled out all the way, then thrust back in hard and she cried out from the erotic shock.
    “That’s it, cum for me, Lia.” He spread her wider, lifted her knees and ground against her, impaling her over and over again, flesh slapping against flesh. She could feel the pleasure mounting, reaching higher and higher. But was she doing it right? And so she went for it, trying to lose herself in him. So close.
    “Houston!” She heard him cry out her name. One thrust. Two thrusts and he filled her, jets of hot semen bathing her womb. Lia wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close. She was glad he came.
    Maybe he wouldn’t notice that she hadn’t.

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    She hadn’t cum, she hadn’t climaxed. Scott paced back and forth across the room. Elvis watched his every step. It was his fault, he came too quickly. Some of his conquests had called him the sixty-minute man. And now look at him. How long had he lasted? Five minutes? Hell, he’d been too excited to be with her. She was so damn hot, and he had reacted like some randy teen-age boy who had zero control. What she must think.
    He walked to the door and went out on the porch, gazing off into the distance. The weather had cleared. No more storms. Temperatures were still below freezing, so the snow and ice weren’t going anywhere, but at least the worst was over. “I have to make it up to her.” But would she let him?
    Scott leaned on the railing. Behind him, Elvis barked. He opened the door. “Need out?” A woof was given in answer, and he stood and watched as the blue mottled