Take Me To The River: Chapter 7

I haven’t slept so well in a long time. This couch I fell asleep on isn’t as soft as I remember. Enjoying the quiet and warmth for a bit, I lay still, not wanting to open my eyes.

When I shift, trying to get comfortable, powerful arms hold me in place. That’s when I realize I’m not on the couch, and I’m lying on top of Axel.

Literally on top of him.

When did that happen?

I open my eyes and see we are in his room, but I’m lying completely on him, my chest to his chest, and his big arms around me. I can’t believe I did this in my sleep.

When I start to move off him again, he tightens his arms slightly, like he doesn’t want me to move. I shift to the side, trying to get comfortable, but that’s when I feel it.

His cock brushes against my clit, and I have to bite back a moan. It’s just morning wood, right? There’s no way me laying on top of him like this made him hard.

I wiggle again, and as the tip brushes my clit, the waves of pleasure shoot up my stomach. This feels better than anything I’ve experienced before.

Of course, Chris is the only guy I’ve been with, and he wasn’t that good. I was beginning to think all the talk of how great sex is was a lie. But if Axel feels this good with just a brush, I wonder how wonderful his whole cock would feel.

Glancing up at him, he seems to be sleeping, so I wiggle my hips again, gasping in his chest at how good it feels. He still isn’t moving, and my hips are now moving on their own.

Even from here, I can tell how big he is. The thought of him inside of me turns me on even more. Is there something wrong with me? I know very little about this guy and haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours, and I’m already thinking about having sex with him.

I wiggle my hips again, and his arms tighten around me. When I look up this time, he’s looking back down at me, and I freeze.

Breathing hard, I hold his stare, as his hands move to my hips.

‘Use me to get that hot, little pussy off, Little One. Make it come all over my cock.’ He growls and helps me glide down his dick.

With each slide, the large sweatpants he let me wear slide further and further down. On the next slide, his cock hits my clit over my underwear.

I gasp out loud and lean up, bracing myself on his chest. He thrusts his hips up, and for a moment, I forget about his cock under me, as I get a full up-close view of his chest that rivals any male models.

He lays still and lets me trace my fingers over his hard-earned abs. Then, across the scars there. He has several black ink tattoos on his upper arms and chest. My favorite is the one with a howling wolf in the woods.

While I’m exploring his body, like my own personal playground, he lays perfectly still. But when l my finger runs over his nipple, he groans.

He starts sliding my hips over his stiff erection again, and my vision blurs. The feeling of him gliding over me isn’t enough, though. I wonder if I can get him to slide his pants down as well.

I decide to go for broke and remove my pants all together, tossing them on the floor. Then, I sit back and look into his eyes, as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. He doesn’t stop me. I start to pull them down, and he lifts his hips and allows me to pull his pants off, and they join mine.

When I look at him, the outline of his large, hard cock in his boxer briefs makes my eyes go wide. I knew he was big, but getting this close look, makes my mouth water, and my hand is moving before I realize it. Running my hand up his engorged cock, makes him groan, and I can feel myself getting even wetter. Impatiently, he reaches for my hips, pulling me back over him, folding deliciously against my clit.

This time without so much fabric between us, I can feel every ridge of his throbbing cock so much better, and the sensations are intense.

‘I told you to make this pussy come all over my cock, Little One.’

‘I’m trying,’ I pout.

He smirks like he knows what I was thinking.

‘Underwear stays on.’ He jerks my hips against his length and presses his hips up and slides me back down.

I brace my hands on his chest and start moving my hips on my own, and I’m rewarded, as he slides his hands under my shirt. They leave a trail of fire, as they roam over my body before he finally pulls me down to him. His lips find mine, and we both freeze, as we get our first taste of each other. Then, one of his hands cups the back of my head, his tongue pushes and demands entrance, and when it meets mine, my senses are overpowered.

When his other hand grips my hip and starts moving me over his cock, I gasp. He uses that moment to deepen the kiss and let his tongue tangle even more with mine.

He thrusts his hips up into me, and my breasts drag against his chest. It’s sensory overload. He turns my head and starts trailing kisses down my neck.

‘I can feel how wet you are through both your underwear and mine, Little One. You’re very needy, aren’t you?’

His dirty talk turns me on even more, as the sensations of him hitting my clit get more and more powerful.

‘I just felt your pussy flutter. You like my dirty talk?’ He growls against my neck, before nibbling at the pulse point there.

‘Yes,’ I gasp.

‘Fuck, you’re perfect, you know that? Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.’ Each word is accented with a hard thrust of his hips that causes me to cry out.

I’m so close, and I don’t know how much more I can take, so I use what’s left of my energy and push myself to a sitting position. This way I’m feeling every glorious inch of him.

He places both hands on my hips again, but this time, one of his thumbs move and starts stroking my clit, as I grind on him.

‘Lift up that shirt and let me see those perfect tits.’

I should be appalled being talked to like this by a guy I haven’t even known for twenty-four hours, but my body does as he asks and doesn’t care. Obeying him, I lift the hem of my shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, so the moment the shirt is high enough, both my breasts are on display for him.

With one hand, his thumb strums my clit in a slow movement, while his other hand cups one of my breasts. He runs his thumb over my nipple, and his eyes are glued to them in what looks like awe.

When he pinches one nipple and slowly pulls on it, I swear it feels like he’s pulling the orgasm from me. There has to be a nerve from that nipple attached right to my clit, because I felt a bolt of pleasure throughout my body. Obviously, he knows exactly what he’s doing, because when he increases the pressure on my clit, even my toes curl, and there’s no holding off an orgasm if I tried.

Heat rushes throughout my body, and intense pleasure hits every nerve, making me collapse against him. His grip tightens on my hips, and he draws out my orgasm before he lets out a feral growl. Then, he relaxes under me, as I try to catch my breath.

I roll to my side, but he doesn’t let me go far, pulling me against him.

Even lying next to him, as we catch our breath, is heaven. I don’t care that my panties are soaked, and we are wet and sticky, because that orgasm was the strongest of my life.

Once our breathing is normal, he turns on his side and props himself up on one arm. He looks down at me, and so tenderly brushes hair off my forehead, that I sigh. More tender and sweet than you would expect from such a large, rough mountain man.

‘You shower in here, Little One. I’ll go bathe in the river. Promise me you won’t leave the house until I get back.’

‘I’ll be lucky to be able to move out of this bed. Every part of me feels like jello.’ I give him a lazy smile, but his look is pointed and serious.

I’m not sure why he’s going to the river in the rainstorm, but if that’s what makes him happy, then so be it.

‘I promise I’ll stay in the house and try to even be out of the bed by the time you get back.’

That seems to satisfy him. As we lay staring at each other, I cup his face in my hands, and he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. I want to kiss him again, but before I get the chance, he gets out of bed.

He moves around the room, gathering what he needs, and a minute later the door closes. It’s then I realize I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life by a man who I have only known what? Twelve hours? This is not who I am, yet, I can’t remember the last time I felt more myself.

Dragging myself out of bed, I see he left me some clothes on top of his dresser, so I gather them and head into the bathroom to shower.

I turn on the shower for the water to warm up and strip off my clothes, placing them in the hamper. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye. Red fingerprints dot my hips, and as I run my fingers over them, I remember his hands there.

If I could always remember his hands on me from this first time, I would get these prints tattooed there. My lips are swollen from kissing him, and my skin has a nice flush to it. What draws me in is the smile on my face. I didn’t even realize I was smiling. When I check the water, it’s still cold, so I start snooping.

The medicine cabinet is organized, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary there. Checking the second cabinet, I find it’s completely empty like he’s waiting for someone to come into his life and fill it. When I start thinking of my stuff there, I have to stop myself. That’s a dangerous slope.

The bathroom closet is in order and filled with towels, sheets, blankets, and cleaning supplies.

I’m happy everything is normal, but a bit disappointed too, because there was nothing to learn. As the steam starts wafting out of the shower, I climb in and let the hot water work its magic on my sore muscles from yesterday’s adventure.

The warm water stings a bit on a few of the cuts, but nothing I can’t handle. I figured I’d be sore, but not as sore as I am. Those aching muscles didn’t stop me from getting turned on this morning. Then, I recall this morning and every delicious moment, and especially the orgasm that took my breath away. I know I’ve never had one that strong before. Chris had only made me come twice, and every other time, I’d have to go to the bathroom and finish the job myself. Even then, those orgasms were lackluster and uninspired at best.

I was beginning to look forward to him working late at night because my vibrator was becoming my best friend. Guess I should have taken the hint and ended it then.

As I’m getting out of the shower, the sound of the backdoor slamming shut fills the cabin.