smile tipping up the corners of her full, soft mouth. Her hands cupped his chest, fingers threading into his chest hair and tugging. "I'm thinking it was a good thing you were the one to carry us up that hill."
Cale hadn't given it a thought. Bobby had been the one smart enough to think on his feet. Bobby would have managed if it had been the other way around, but maybe not as quickly. "It all worked out. That's all that matters." 44
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
"I agree. This whole trip could have been a disaster. Until now. Ever think that maybe things work out the way they're supposed to?"
"Like you were meant to be in my bed in the middle of a snow storm? That's more of a fantasy come true, just pure dumb luck."
"I mean it. I've had my head in the same sad place so long, wasting time on the wrong guy for all the wrong reasons. It's like my finding him that way, and then you finding me..."
"Don't paint rosy pictures around this." She wrinkled her nose. "Don't get scared. It's not like I think I belong here or anything, but I guess what I'm saying is it's okay for us all to let go."
Letting go was all he could think about now that his cock was nudging into her moist, hot center. He braced his hands on the mattress and raised his chest from hers. Then he dug his knees into the mattress to leverage his hips and pushed upward, gliding easily through her slick walls until he was balls-deep at last. "Baby, you don't know how good this feels."
"Sure I do," she said, her thighs clutching his hips. Cale began to rock, stroking in and out, loving the simple, basic motions that allowed him to set the cruise control while he watched the changes in her expression. At first, she smiled, almost politely, then her lips parted and rounded as her breathing deepened. Her nostrils flared, and her eyelids lowered, shuttering their expressive depths as though she 45
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
could hide what she was feeling, what he was making her feel.
But taking his time gave him the advantage. Her arousal was winding up, causing her heels to dig into the backs of his thighs, her pussy to begin those delicious little quivers that worked their way up and down her channel, massaging his dick and urging him deeper.
Her hands moved from his chest to the corners of his shoulders like she needed something firm, something hard and immoveable to hold onto as the tension ratcheted up. Stroking deep, keeping the rhythm even, he curled his hips just a little at the end of each thrust, just enough to chuff the hair at the base of his groin against her clit. He saw the way she jerked the first time he did it. Then he turned up the heat, grinding harder, deeper, until her eyes squeezed shut and her hips curved higher to meet his strokes. Her fingers curled, her nails digging into his skin, and he knew she had to be close. Her sweet cunt was squeezing around him, liquefying, cream churning deep inside as he fucked in and out.
" Jesus , Cale," she gasped, biting her lower lip, her eyes opening, desperate, edgy heat flaring in her cheeks.
"Ready, baby?" he whispered.
"Please, oh please," she whimpered. Cale came to his knees, pushed her thighs down and cupped her buttocks. Then he held them in his palms, his fingers spreading to dig into the tender flesh as he powered into her, slamming his cock into her and jerking her forward and back to meet his thrusts.
46
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
Her back arched off the bed, her breasts shivering with his powerful thrusts. When her breath hitched and a thin highpitched wail burst from between her lips, he came, shouting as he blasted her with a furious flurry of short, deep strokes that emptied his balls, flooding the tip of the condom. He fell over her, sliding skin on skin, nestling closer to her body as she wrapped arms and legs around him and kissed his cheek and shoulder. Her hands soothed his back, slipping over his damp skin, scooping into the small of his back and upward.
Cale lifted his head
Cale hadn't given it a thought. Bobby had been the one smart enough to think on his feet. Bobby would have managed if it had been the other way around, but maybe not as quickly. "It all worked out. That's all that matters." 44
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
"I agree. This whole trip could have been a disaster. Until now. Ever think that maybe things work out the way they're supposed to?"
"Like you were meant to be in my bed in the middle of a snow storm? That's more of a fantasy come true, just pure dumb luck."
"I mean it. I've had my head in the same sad place so long, wasting time on the wrong guy for all the wrong reasons. It's like my finding him that way, and then you finding me..."
"Don't paint rosy pictures around this." She wrinkled her nose. "Don't get scared. It's not like I think I belong here or anything, but I guess what I'm saying is it's okay for us all to let go."
Letting go was all he could think about now that his cock was nudging into her moist, hot center. He braced his hands on the mattress and raised his chest from hers. Then he dug his knees into the mattress to leverage his hips and pushed upward, gliding easily through her slick walls until he was balls-deep at last. "Baby, you don't know how good this feels."
"Sure I do," she said, her thighs clutching his hips. Cale began to rock, stroking in and out, loving the simple, basic motions that allowed him to set the cruise control while he watched the changes in her expression. At first, she smiled, almost politely, then her lips parted and rounded as her breathing deepened. Her nostrils flared, and her eyelids lowered, shuttering their expressive depths as though she 45
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
could hide what she was feeling, what he was making her feel.
But taking his time gave him the advantage. Her arousal was winding up, causing her heels to dig into the backs of his thighs, her pussy to begin those delicious little quivers that worked their way up and down her channel, massaging his dick and urging him deeper.
Her hands moved from his chest to the corners of his shoulders like she needed something firm, something hard and immoveable to hold onto as the tension ratcheted up. Stroking deep, keeping the rhythm even, he curled his hips just a little at the end of each thrust, just enough to chuff the hair at the base of his groin against her clit. He saw the way she jerked the first time he did it. Then he turned up the heat, grinding harder, deeper, until her eyes squeezed shut and her hips curved higher to meet his strokes. Her fingers curled, her nails digging into his skin, and he knew she had to be close. Her sweet cunt was squeezing around him, liquefying, cream churning deep inside as he fucked in and out.
" Jesus , Cale," she gasped, biting her lower lip, her eyes opening, desperate, edgy heat flaring in her cheeks.
"Ready, baby?" he whispered.
"Please, oh please," she whimpered. Cale came to his knees, pushed her thighs down and cupped her buttocks. Then he held them in his palms, his fingers spreading to dig into the tender flesh as he powered into her, slamming his cock into her and jerking her forward and back to meet his thrusts.
46
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
Her back arched off the bed, her breasts shivering with his powerful thrusts. When her breath hitched and a thin highpitched wail burst from between her lips, he came, shouting as he blasted her with a furious flurry of short, deep strokes that emptied his balls, flooding the tip of the condom. He fell over her, sliding skin on skin, nestling closer to her body as she wrapped arms and legs around him and kissed his cheek and shoulder. Her hands soothed his back, slipping over his damp skin, scooping into the small of his back and upward.
Cale lifted his head
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