The rain hadn't let up. If anything, it had grown, but I knew it wouldn't last any longer, like a star, it shines the brightest at its end. Thunder rolled in the distance like the growl of some unseen beast, and the farmhouse creaked with every gust of wind.
I was shown to a guest room—small, plain, and upstairs at the end of the hall. A single bed, a dresser, and a lamp flickered with uncertain power. I sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sounds of the house. Footsteps downstairs. The faint clatter of dishes. A door closing. Then… silence, aside from the rain tapping on the window.
I lay back. The mattress sagged beneath me, and I closed my eyes, not to sleep, but to think.
I hope they are fine. My mind flickering back to Carley and Lilly, I should've returned to the Inn—my eyes shot open at the thought. Do I miss them? I shook my head.
In the last 18 days I've been here, away from the people of my past life, this might be the first day that I have felt alone.
The same place where I spoke with Maggie. I placed the back of my wrist on my forehead and exhaled. How Ironic.
I closed my eyes. Am I falling in love?
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. I sat up swiftly and saw Maggie sneaking in, wearing her grey pajama shorts with the drawstring hanging loose in the front, her bare legs shimmering in the dim light.
Even though I had caught her, she still proceeded, without fear or hesitation on her face.
My feet touched the ground as I sat at the edge of the bed. She climbed up on my lap, her tits pressing against me, her green eyes looking down, with a soft smile and a glimmer in her eyes.
I didn't need to do much as she brought her lips to mine, my hands on my sides, stopping her increasing pressure from pinning me down.
Both her hands trailed the side of my neck as our tongues battled for control, but we both knew I had already won.
I quickly flipped her to the side, getting on top of her, her breath hitched, her chest heaving, exhausted from the battle.
She placed her hand on my chest. "Are you going to stop now?" she whispered between breaths, her hand sliding from my collar to the hem of my shirt, letting free every button as she made her way down.
Her fingers reached the last button, and my shirt hung open. The air was cool against my skin, but her hands were warm, sliding over my chest. pausing on a small scar, fingertips featherlight like she was reading braille.
I caught her mouth again, her breath catching as I pressed against her. The bed gave a soft creak beneath our shifting weight.
Her thighs tightened around my waist, drawing me in. My hips moved, slowly at first, teasing.
She gasped, soft and breathy, as I moved, the dry humping generating heat from both of us.
I leaned down again, kissing her jaw, her neck, down to her collarbone, where I paused. My breath stayed there, my hips still in rhythms, as were hers.
I looked up at her. "You sure about this?"
She looked at me with dazed eyes, "I've never been more sure," she whispered, voice nearly lost under the storm. "Just… don't leave in the morning like it never happened."
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Both of us had removed our clothes, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. The lamp flickered, casting shadows on the wall.
I throbbed pressed against her leaking cave, blowing heat. I wasn't inside her yet, I wanted to tease her a bit.
I gripped one of her mounds in my left hand, my lips on the other, and my right hand slid down to her lower lips, wet and moist.
She arched as I slid two off my fingers inside, my thumbs, hovering over her clit, running circles, as my fingers dug deeper.
A moan escaped her mouth as I increased the stimulation, my left hand pinching in her nipple, my mouth on the right sucked on it.
Her fear of the family hearing and catching them in the act finally crept in, but the worst would be her father kicking him out. No, not in the middle of this, it felt too good to let anyone interfere.
She silenced herself, in fear of losing the sensation I was giving her, but I wanted the opposite; I wanted her to scream, even if I had to sleep in my car.
I looked up, with teasing eyes, she caught onto the mischief lurking in my mind, and she responded with a cocky smile, accepting the challenge.
I hastened my fingers exploration below, my teeth now gently biting down on her perked nipple, my finger continued as my lips left her mound, going up, biting every inch of skin, from her tits to neck, finally reaching her ear, "I'm going to fuck you, until you pass out." I whispered in her ear and backed away with a lick on her ear.
Her body shuddered at the words or the incoming climax, she didn't know, nor could she find out, as the fog of orgasm blinded her, her back arched higher than before, her hands covered her mouth, her legs shaking as she flooded like a dam in my hand.
A moment passed in her blissful state, and before she came to her senses, I aligned myself on her lower lips, waiting for her to wake up.
And just as her still dazzy and blurry eyes landed on me, I flashed a grin, my hand reached to cover her mouth, preventing her from protesting or from screaming, I didn't want her to lose, not yet.
As I was beginning to enter, I felt a resistance. I stopped and looked up at her pained eyes, "Argh!" I groaned, my hand on her mouth, weakening, but not moving. What am I doing? I leaned into her ear, "I'll be gentle," I whispered, "At first," I added as the grin from before returned, I removed my hand from her lips.
Her legs shook with fright, I chuckled as I entered her, slow and deliberate. The shining thin line of blood trickled down. I throbbed inside as her walls tightened around me, I gritted my teeth as I went deeper inside until her cave couldn't engulf me any further.
I stopped, letting her breathe, she didn't seems to be in much pain, perhaps the earlier climax made it less painful, I pulsed deep inside her as her walls sucked me in.
I looked at her for confirmation, and she nodded and quickly looked away. I began to move again, my hips pulling back; her insides were reluctant, not letting me leave, so I complied and thrusted back in.
She moaned, her hand reached her mouth too late, but the thunder roared in the distance, muffling her moan.
I continued my rhythm, her back arching, her hand covering her mouth, and soon the pain turned to pleasure, her want of moaning aloud increased, just like my pace.
I smirked, looking at her. She frowned, her green eyes shimmering with water in them, and she locked her legs around my waist, trying to slow me down, but she couldn't possibly win.
I sat up straight, grabbing her by the waist, her legs loosened around my waist, and I continued my flow.
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