Rocky Mountain Haven

Chapter Eleven

Confusion painted her expression for a second before she complied. Her slow crawl over the bed’s surface gave him a chance to watch her, gauge how easily she manoeuvred. The range of motion in her injured leg improved all the time. That fact made him warm inside. He hated the flashes of pain marring her eyes when something bumped her the wrong way.

Damn. She knelt, legs spread wide, hands clutching the headboard. Her knuckles grew white as he circled the side of the bed to drag the pillows off the mattress, clearing the space between her legs.

“You planning on tearing the wood apart, darling?”

“Just not sure what you’re up to.” A slight tremor shook her voice, and he hurried to reassure her. He stroked a hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. Soft smooth skin, goose bumps rising beneath his touch.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like. Remember, you’re in total control here.” He slipped his hand down and cupped her pussy. The curls covering her were wet. “You got excited sucking me off, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

He slid a finger into her sheath and she gasped.

“Hmm, very excited. You’re dripping.” He crowded her, rubbing his chest against her back, the length of his cock nestled in the crease of her ass. He nibbled on her neck, licking her earlobe as she leaned her head to the side.

“More…”

“More what?” She tasted so good. He scraped his teeth down the tendon, her shivering body making him respond faster than he thought possible. His cock headed rapidly back to full steam. “Touching you? Like this?”

He slid his hand up, drawing the cream of her body toward her anus. When he rimmed the tiny hole she swore, tightening around his finger.

“Oh God, you’re not going to…?” She might have protested, but her body said otherwise, her hips pressing back toward him.

He slipped his finger past the tight muscle up to the first knuckle, just to torment himself. “Not this instant, but yeah, I want to.” He nuzzled her neck. “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you? You curious?”

She nodded.

Hot damn. “Maybe next time. Right now, I have other plans.” He dropped to his back and slid under her, covering her pussy with his mouth. She shouted with surprise.

The position was perfect, and he took advantage of the easy access to both her pussy and her ass, squeezing her cheeks, massaging hard then smoothing circles over her heated skin. All the while he explored her depths with his tongue, lapping eagerly. The sounds of passion from her lips encouraged him to flick her clit harder, the bud swelling under his ministrations. He wet a finger in his mouth and drew a line down her ass again and again, rubbing the rosette of her anus until she rocked against his hand. Once she was slick enough, he pressed firmly, spearing her between his hand and his tongue. She screamed and came.

“Holy hell, you’re responsive. You’re not supposed to be able to come that quick. Give me another.”

“I can’t believe you’ve got your… Oh God.”

He didn’t let up. He buried his tongue as deep as he could and set up a smooth pace with his finger in her ass. Fucking her like that, tasting her response in his mouth felt so bloody good, he thought he was going to come again without a single touch to his once-again rock-solid cock.

She might have complained about being inexperienced, but in reality her reactions were perfect—just what he liked in a woman. The shy, flirty glances contrasted with the wild cat. She was so receptive to everything he suggested. Every time he touched her, she held back nothing. And the noises she made—holy fuck, the squeals and moans made the whole situation way hotter than if she’d stayed quiet. He latched on to her clit and suckled, pulling the tender nub between his lips and pulsing in time with the assault on her ass.

“Yes, right there. Please, just a little more…” The words faded away into a keen of pleasure as she came. Like a whirlwind above him, Beth blew apart. Her whole body shook, ass tightening around his finger. Her cream dropped to his mouth, hot and sweet, her passion unmistakable.

He continued to lap, slower now, softer. Slipping his tongue between her folds and licking her clean. The frantic motions she’d been making calmed. When he pulled his finger from her ass, she moaned and leaned her hips back awkwardly to make eye contact.

“You’re amazing. How did you come up with this one?”

Daniel kissed the inside of her thighs one after another then tugged until she sat on his chest. She protested, but he held her in place until she settled, the weight of her body so good on top of him.

“Since you’ve not led a checkered past, I guess you’ve never experienced a moustache ride before.”

Beth laughed. “That’s what that was? Okay, not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Well, I don’t have a moustache, so it doesn’t really count. But good?”

She brushed his chest with her fingertips. Contentment shone on her face and that pleased him no end. “Very good.”

He massaged her hips, a soft touch, stroking her with tender caresses. “You ready for more?”

She glanced at the clock on the wall. “We’ve got lots of time left.”

“I still have something to show you.”

“Really? I thought that was a ploy to get me out of the house so we could come here for sex.”

“It was, kind of.”

He shifted her, sitting beside her on the mattress. There could be no doubt he was interested in more action, his cock fully erect and rising into the air. She touched him again, her continued fascination clear. He let her explore at her own pace, all the while wondering what the hell kind of man she’d been married to who didn’t take advantage of the fire and blistering-hot passion the woman was capable of.

Only this was not the time or place for that conversation. He was going to have it soon though. Putting off the topic helped neither of them. Until they both spoke honestly—about a whole bunch of things—there wasn’t much chance of this relationship going anywhere important.

He was more and more determined important was what he wanted.

He sucked in a breath as Beth leaned over and nibbled on his skin, just above his left nipple.

“So does your aversion to the bed include lying on your stomach?” he asked.

Beth dropped a trail of kisses over his chest, letting her fingers tangle in the dusting of hair. Teasing down to his belly button and southward to his cock. “The bed is fine. You know what I wanted to avoid, and if I can mention, so far you are doing simply excellent in your choices.”

She was tickling him lightly when he grabbed her wrists in one hand to still them.

The instant fear that swept her came from nowhere, shocking in its arrival and its strength. It was her wrists. Icy dread raced through her, and she gasped, her body freezing in position. Daniel quickly let her loose, but there was no hiding how out of place with their circumstances her response had been.

“Beth? You okay?”

Her heart pounded, and she concentrated on breathing slowly to control her reaction. Concentrating on the facts helped—he’d done nothing wrong. He wasn’t Samuel about to punish her for failing to reach some unnamed standard. He wasn’t restraining her to take a swing.

Oh dear, would the fear ever totally be gone?

Beth lifted her chin. She had to keep moving forward. Daniel was a good man, a trustworthy man, and she didn’t want to allow the evils of the past rule her life. Pushing aside everything but how excited Daniel made her feel, she scrambled for control.

“You surprised me.” Deliberately, she lowered herself to the mattress then rolled over carefully to her belly. She swung her head to examine him over her shoulder. “Is this what you want?”

Her level of arousal had diminished, but she bet he could bring her back up quickly.

Daniel nodded. It looked as if he wanted to say more, and she prayed he’d ignore her momentary lapse. He stroked a hand down the length of her body, starting at her neck, skimming her shoulder blades, along the side of her waist. The gentle caress reignited all kinds of sensitive nerves, and her sex tingled again, moisture leaking from her. Two orgasms weren’t enough with this man. The motion of his hand carried over the swell of her butt before lightly tracing the scars on her thigh.

She suddenly realized he’d never said a word about the visual damage marring her body, not a single time they’d been at the swimming pool together.

“Does it bother you? To see how scarred up my leg is?”

“Hell, no. It only bothers me that the accident must have hurt like blue blazes. I think you’re very beautiful, Beth, and there’s no way a few lines will change my opinion.”

She flushed at his compliment, and her heart warmed even more.

He straddled her hips and massaged her back, thumbing the tight muscles along her spine until they loosened. The temperature in the cabin was perfect for her bare skin, and she relaxed. The sexual buzz in her body remained but more importantly her sense of well-being returned. Outdoors, faint murmurs rose on the air, the wind in the trees knocking branches against the roof. All the noises that sounded so frightening when she sat alone in the big house after the boys were in bed. Now they were a part of a symphony, a part of the sensory overload sweeping her.

Daniel leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck. “You sure you want me to go on? I’m fine with stopping if you’ve had enough.”

His skin slicked warmly against hers. His cock pressed her hip, the rigid shaft she wanted inside her body so much. “As if you aren’t sitting there with a massive erection.”

He dropped to the mattress beside her, staring into her eyes. An attempt to mind-read what she refused to share? “It won’t kill me to wait. You already made me very happy once tonight.”

The final edge of fear melted away completely. He was a decent man through and through. She pressed a palm against his firm body, loving the feel of him, so intimate and close. Did she want to stop? No way.

“I’m fine. Better than fine, and I really want you to continue with your nefarious plans.”

“If you’re sure.” He took the time to kiss her thoroughly, a tender meeting of mouths and tongues, his hands cradling her head. She rolled to her side to let the warmth of his body touch hers. For a minute she truly forgot everything—the past, the troubles of balancing each day in the present, the worries about the future. There was nothing but sensation and sweet warmth, the clean scent of his skin and the taste of sin from his lips. He whispered in her ear, “Lift your hips.”

She complied and he slid two pillows under her, raising her bottom high. The position wasn’t uncomfortable, but a trifle undignified and very exposed.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he left her to dig in the backpack he’d brought along.

“Getting the things I wanted to show you.”

“With my ass in the air…” What was the man up to now? He had already said they weren’t having anal sex today. Shoot. She swore before she even spotted the toys in his hand.

He lay on the bed beside her and chuckled. “You’re a very smart woman.”

She rose on one elbow to stare at the assortment of plastic displayed before her. Sex toys were a new experience. Samuel had never allowed her to have anything that could possibly challenge his manhood, and only months after she’d recovered from the accident had she worked up the courage to slip into an adult shop and blushingly make a purchase. Lying next to her were three intriguing items—a slim plastic vibrator, a rubbery one with small to bigger knobs and, if she wasn’t mistaken, a string of anal beads. “Where did you find these? And please don’t tell me here in Rocky.”

Daniel continued to stroke her back as she picked up the items one at a time, checking them out. “There is a shop in town, but I didn’t go there. I drove to Red Deer to get the blood work done. Figured that would give us more privacy than broadcasting to the whole community what we were up to. I spotted the shop and couldn’t resist.”

He kissed her cheek again, nuzzled her neck. “Enough talking. Close your eyes.”

Beth let out a slow breath and returned the beads to the mattress. She lowered her head and suddenly every inch of her grew hypersensitive.

“Warn me before you use those things.” Control. She wanted to maintain control, if only a minute amount.

He laughed, a warm, comforting sound. Pleasure slid across her skin with his touch, with the scent of his body so close.

He nibbled on her earlobe. “You made a list, remember? Of things you wanted to try?”

Her eyes popped open. Oh no, what had she written down? Had he seen it? “You said you didn’t need to look at it…”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t snoop, but there are a few experiences I thought you might have suggested that I’m not comfortable with.” He kissed her shoulder and crawled over her, heat rising again. “You remember what I told you about the twins?”

She swallowed, hard. It was not a thing most women would forget.

“Oh, yeah, you know what I’m saying. They have this reputation for sharing a woman between them. They are pretty damn vocal about it too, so when I started thinking about all the non-vanilla things there are to show you, it kinda popped into my head. Only I realized there was no way on earth I could arrange that experience for you.”

With his tongue, he traced a line from her ear to between her shoulder blades, and she shivered under his lips.

She cleared her throat, her voice coming out husky, and his cock jerked where it rested against her thigh. “Two guys at once. You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“Oh, it’s very good for the lady, but I’m afraid I’ve got a couple of troubles with doing anything like that with you. I’ve tried it before, and it can be hot. But when you’re with me, I’m the one responsible for your pleasure. I’m greedy.” He nipped her ass and she vibrated with need. “I want to know that what you’re feeling is because of my hands. My mouth, my cock.”

Delight bubbled up inside her and she couldn’t stop the laughter. “Your toys?”

He hummed in agreement. “Damn right.”

Then the room got quiet, except for the sound of their breathing. His hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time. The scent of vanilla rose into the air as a warm slickness touched her skin. Daniel lifted the slim vibrator from the bed and clicked it on, the soft buzz loud in the silence of the room. He trailed the tip along her back, over her buttocks, dipping the rigid length between her cheeks and running all the way down to her most sensitive spots. He turned it on real low and arranged the vibrator lengthwise to lean against her sex, not inside her sheath, merely nestled between her labia and over the hood of her clit.

The continual gentle motion made the blood pound between her legs. A tingle started deep inside, and she held her breath, waiting to see what was next.

It wasn’t long in coming. Daniel’s firm hands landed on her butt, massaging and squeezing. He separated the cheeks of her ass and drew a fingertip over her anus, and she tightened involuntarily.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” Again and again he stroked, smooth liquid coating his fingers, easing his way. She forced aside all the thoughts about how wrong she’d always been told this was and instead concentrated on how very right it felt. Each time she relaxed a little more, her body melting into the bed, he praised her. When he rubbed his fingertip in one spot and she stayed open to his seeking touch, he leaned over and kissed her.

Something unfamiliar touched her skin, and she cracked open an eye to see the bumpy vibrator was missing. Another touch to her anus, still gentle, nothing more than the size of his fingertip.

He pressed harder and the tight ring of muscle guarding her stretched wider, then relaxed. Oh God, he pushed steadily, inching the larger and larger swells into her. She breathed slowly, trying to keep from tightening.

Then there were too many sensations at once. Daniel removed the second vibrator from between her legs, the absence making her crave a touch. Something wet and hot covered her as he licked her now ultrasensitive clit.

The tingling sensation rocketed off low. The contrast with the aching need in her sex and the unfamiliar burn in her butt made her breath catch. Another inch, another stretch, and finally Daniel’s hand rested firmly on her backside. He kissed his way up her body until his lips hovered over her ear.

“I’m so fucking hard right now after watching that toy sink into your ass. There’s no way I could bear to have anyone touch you like that in front of me, so you’re going to have to pretend.” The toy rocked, wiggling inside, and it felt so damn good she wanted… She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. There was nothing but raw sensation left, and when he clicked a button and the vibration began again, this time inside her ass, she cried out with pleasure.

“Daniel, please…”

He crawled back between her legs, and she pulled her good leg up, opening to him. He dragged his cock against her wet center then with one smooth motion, buried himself deep.

Oh my God, the heft of his shaft filled her like never before. With the toy in her ass and his cock in her sex, a climax rushed forward with a frightening speed. The thumping and throbbing was more than blood rushing through her veins, it was every inch of her skin reacting to his possession.

And when he touched the vibrator in her ass, dragging it out a notch and thrusting it back in at the same time as he speared his hips forward, she was lost.

The orgasm went from explosive to unending. The initial blast made her squeeze his cock tight, and he swore, calling out her name as he plunged into her body. Aftershocks went off deep inside her core and in her ass, muscles pulsing around the vibrating toy.

There was nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Nothing to do but feel as Daniel held her hips and slammed in. The speed of his thrusts picked up, the cant of his hips driving him deeper and deeper, and the pleasure seemed unending.

He grunted on each stroke, his pleasure clear. Suddenly he slowed, concern in his voice as he spoke. “Is that okay? Tell me if I’m being too rough.”

Screw that, he wasn’t too rough. If anything, this wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

“Harder,” she commanded. He reached under her to squeeze her clit between his fingertips, and the bolt of lightning that struck was so incredible she screamed. “Yes. Please. Harder.”

“You need to come, darling. I need to feel you around me, so tight, so good.”

He dragged her back as he thrust forward, slapping their thighs together, the sounds of grunts and groans and sheer decadent sex filling the room. Another orgasm hovered, volatile, dangerous.

Fiery.

Daniel swept over her clit, but this time he pressed his fingertips hard on the aching bundle of nerves.

Every bit of her lit up like a firecracker going off. The sensation started in her sex as her muscles clutched his cock tight. The rhythmic waves of pleasure rippled through all her limbs, and stars formed before her eyes.

Daniel thrust one last time and froze, their hips locked together, his cock jerking within her sex. The pulses inside her continued, and he hummed with delight, rocking with his still-rigid cock, extending the bliss until she could bear it no longer and begged for him to stop.

The vibration in her ass finally ceased, but her body’s reactions continued. He pulled from her body, slowly withdrew the toy from her butt—all the while sexual pleasure swept over her and fogged her mind.

The next thing she knew, he was washing her with a warm cloth, tenderly kissing her. He wrapped himself around her and nestled them under the quilt.

“Sleep. I’ve set the alarm and I’ll get you home in plenty of time, but damn if I don’t need to hold you for a while longer in my arms.”

Another kiss landed on her temple, and she spooned back into his warmth with a grateful sigh. His naked chest pressed against her back, his arms cradling her close. Their breathing matched tempo as they relaxed into a near slumber.

Beth’s sleep-clouded mind was still alert enough to register one thing. Daniel was rapidly coming to be much more than simply sex to her. But exactly what that meant for the future, she really didn’t know.