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Fletcher

S taying away from Erika has been the toughest thing I've had to do since going into a war zone during my military days. Brock told me to be careful with her as if he knew that in the depths of my soul, I want her more than anything.

She's now turned into a seductress, and I don't know if I can turn her away. My biggest fear is hurting her body and her heart. As she unbuttons my shirt and places small kisses on my chest, the fire starts growing between us. I'm already hard and am fighting the need to grind against her.

I'm scared it's too soon for her to be undertaking any strenuous activity like having sex. I can't deny that I want her. Badly. When she's got me all unbuttoned, I help her take my shirt off. Her hands caress my chest, and her eyes light up with mischief.

I am the luckiest bastard on this damn mountain—having this beautiful woman all to myself. I just can't believe it.

When she goes to undo my belt, I stop her hands.

"We have all the time in the world, sweetheart."

"I want you inside me so badly, Fletcher."

I help her take her shirt off and flinch at the bandage that's covering her wound. It's a reminder that no matter how badly we both want this, I need to make sure she's okay. I unhook her bra, and my breath practically flees when I see her gorgeous breasts.

They're a handful and a half, and those rosy nipples are calling to me. I cover them with my hands and gently squeeze. Erika lets her head go back and pushes her chest against me. I kiss the crook of her neck and take in her sweet peach and vanilla scent.

I start tugging at her shorts, needing her naked against me more than ever. At this, she pushes herself off me and lets me pull them and her underwear off. She steps out of the clothes and comes back to her position, straddling me.

She's a goddess. I pull her hair out of her ponytail, and her curls fall all over her back in a cascade of gold. I place kisses from her neck down her shoulders and then I start worshipping her beautiful tits. I flick the nipples with my tongue, moving from one side to the other.

I hear Erika moan and whimper, and that tells me I'm on the right track with my attention. Then I realize she's looking at me with so much hunger in her eyes. It's impossible to miss. So I let my hand wander between her legs and find her little nub of pleasure.

Her gasp is immediate as I rub her clit in a circular motion and she starts moving against me. I delve a little deeper and realize she's drenched with her juices.

"God, sweetheart, you're so wet for me."

"I want you so much, Fletcher. Stop teasing and fuck me already."

"Such a dirty mouth for such a sweet thing."

"You'll grow to love my dirty mouth, especially when I get to stuff your cock down my throat and make you spill your cum."

"Erika!"

"I'll make sure I swallow every single drop, Fletcher."

Her words make my heart beat faster and create an urgency in me.

I swear to myself I won't let my wild side take over, but I can't take it anymore and I push two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy.

They slide right in, and she makes these whimpering sounds as I start thrusting in and out with my hand.

The smell of sex surrounds us making my cock harder than it's ever been in my life. When Erika's moans begin to grow louder and louder, I know I'm the one who is going to make her explode into a million little pieces.

"Fletcher, I'm so close."

"That's it, sweetheart. Ride my hand. Take your pleasure from me."

She looks so beautiful like this, hovering over me, face distorted with pleasure. All I want is to make this woman happy. So when I finally get to see her orgasm face, I am delighted. She screams my name and melts in my arms.

I don't stop fingerfucking her until she's trembling in my arms and I feel a light pulse around my fingers as if asking me for more.

"Fletcher, I need more."

"Did you know you look beautiful when you fall apart in my arms?"

Her head is in the crook of my neck, and I feel her smiling against me.

"Don't you want to be inside me?"

"More than anything, sweetheart."

I grab onto her and lift us up from the couch.

I have a destination in mind, and nothing is going to keep me from getting there.

When I place Erika in my bed, I see her cheeks are pink and her chest is heaving.

I look her straight in the eyes as I pull my belt off just like those guys on social media do.

She chuckles at my theatrics and puts a hand on her chest near her heart. I pull down my jeans and boxers and she gasps when my hard cock jumps out ready for action. My cock immediately starts leaking precum and I see her lick her lips.

Greedy little vixen.

I crawl in between her legs and push them open as far as I can get them. Her glistening pussy is daring me to take her and I vow I'll become her slave for the rest of our lives. I open her up with my fingers and place an open-mouthed kiss on her clit.

Her hips immediately come up, wanting more of the sensation. I flick the beautiful bud with my tongue and hear the lovely sounds that she makes in response to it. She's so responsive to my touch, making me love her so much more.

And I do. I love her. I think I did from the first moment I met her—when she started ordering me around.

Now that I've got her attention, I tease her slit with my tongue going up and down from her entrance to her clit. I do this over and over again until she's squirming against me.

Am I too greedy for wanting to give her as many orgasms as I can? The thought is ripped from my head as soon as I hear her beg for me to take her. I can't say no to that. I start a trail of kisses up from her pussy to her stomach to her magnificent breasts.

When I get to her lips and kiss her passionately, I know I need to utter some words of warning.

"If I take you now, sweetheart, you belong to me. Do you understand that?"

She nods vigorously, but that's not enough for me.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"I understand, Fletcher. I want us to be together."

Her words are all I need to position the head of my cock at her entrance and enter her just an inch. Her eyes go wide in shock or desire, I'm not sure which.

"More, please."

I go in another inch. Sweat is beading my forehead with the control I'm exerting right now. It's just that I want to savor this moment—the moment when I claim the woman I love. So I go in another inch and keep myself hovering over her, making sure I don't hurt her wound.

Her tiny, delicate hands start roaming down my back and drop to my ass. The vixen squeezes my butt and tries to pull me to her.

"I'm the one in control here, sweetheart."

"I want to be filled by you, Fletcher."

Her voice is husky and full of want, and I realize I can't wait another moment to make her mine. So I pull back until I'm almost out and then plunge deep inside her. Her cry of pleasure is my reward and encourages me to start thrusting in and out of her in a slow rhythm.

Her walls surround my cock like a vise and I have to get a hold of myself before I come like a fucking teenager in heat.

"Let go, Fletcher. I want all of you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

Her eyes are full of trust in me, and it humbles me. She knows I'll protect her no matter what. So I pick up my pace, plunging in and out of her with a desperation that we both feel. The sounds and smells of sex fill the room, and I finally let myself go.

I lower my head to kiss her, and she gives herself to me fully. Our kiss is as heated as our fucking and my body itches to fill her with my cum. I need her to let go as well so I reach down between us and start teasing her clit.

The added stimulation is welcome, and I'm sure she would cry out if my mouth weren't devouring hers at this moment. That's when I feel her pussy clamp around me over and over again and I swallow her moan as she comes beneath me.

I ride out her orgasm, feeling her unravel below me. I pull out of our kiss and watch her with her eyes almost closed in bliss. I place my forehead against hers as I allow myself to reach for my own release. It doesn't take long because I can still feel her tight channel squeezing me.

Then I'm filling her with cum and wondering if I've gotten her pregnant. A rush goes through me at the thought of Erika, big with our child inside her. Once she's squeezed out every last drop out of me, I fight the urge to collapse on top of her.

I flop down beside her and pull her into my arms as if she's the most valuable treasure on this earth. Which she is.

"Fletcher, that was amazing."

"You are the one who is amazing, sweetheart."

"Now I might never want to leave this place."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do need to get more stuff from my house soon."

"I'll take you tomorrow."

At this moment, I'm the happiest man in the world, and I want to give this petite, curvy woman everything she wants or needs.