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The late afternoon light shone golden through your kitchen windows, bathing the whole house in its warmth. You closed the oven, the smell of peaches and sugar wafting through the house as you walked back over to the counter. A smile set on your lips as you lifted the cover off the dutch oven and were greeted with the perfect brown crust of your peach cobbler. James would be happy. He had been begging you to bake something for the last week.
It had been a long day, chores had taken up most of the morning, boring things that you were glad to have done. The laundry was finished and you had finally gotten to planting those flowers that you had been holding off on for weeks. Satisfaction thrummed in your veins as you looked at your home, at the place where you and James had carved out a life with each other.
You craned your neck, looking out the window across the fields outside your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of your husband. Off in the distance you could see James leading one of the new foals across the paddock and into the barn. It made your chest fill with warmth, the way he was so sweet to all of your animals, even the chickens that he swore he hated. A giggle bubbled from your lips as the foal nudged him, almost knocking him to the ground. He disappeared into the barn, no doubt about to spoil those horses rotten with treats.
You turned around, getting back to your baking, carefully maneuvering the heavy dutch over to sit by the window, arms trembling with the effort. You wanted everything to be perfect for when James got home. You had everything planned out, you had his favorite for dinner, lamb chops and potatoes, and the peach cobbler was cooling off on the counter. All you needed to do was set the table and clean yourself off. Wiping your hands off on your apron you busied yourself with the pile of dirty dishes you had amassed while cooking dinner.
As you worked your mind wandered to your husband and your heart filled with joy. Your mind could barely wrap around the fact that it had been a whole year since you and James had gotten married, it made you dizzy. It seemed like almost no time had gone by since you were standing in the small chapel, sliding a ring onto his finger and saying ‘I do’.
You hadn’t meant to end up in this little ranching town in Montana, you had just jumped on the first train north and it dropped you off here. When it left you at the tiny little station all you had was a duffle bag full of clothes and $300 to your name. You somehow managed to weasel your way into working as a waitress at the Front Porch Bar and Grill, making a meager living. It wasn’t what you had planned for yourself, but it paid the bills so you couldn’t complain. It was simple out here in the mountains, a greatly needed escape from your chaotic home life. You found yourself loving the sleepy town, enjoying the peace it brought you.
James had stumbled into your life rather unexpectedly. He had come in after a long day herding cattle and needed a drink. The sight of him made your shoulders lock up and you were prepared to deal with another drunk asshole. In your defense, to a stranger he looked like trouble, with his wild long hair and imposing frame. But he was sweet to you, almost shy when he introduced himself. His hand was warm and rough when he shook yours with a gentleness you had never felt before. The two of you spent the night talking, getting to know each other, and you went home with an ache in your chest, desperate to see him again.
He began coming in more and more often, ordering the same dark stout and sitting with you throughout your long shifts. James was easy to talk to, the type of person that made you want to bare your heart to them after just meeting them once. The weeks turned into months and you started to notice him around town more than usual, you’d bump into him at the grocery store, he’d offer to pump your gas for you at the station. The two of you fell into a rhythm together, and for the first time in your life you had someone you could call a friend.
You could still remember it like it was yesterday, the fall air crisp against your skin and James fidgeting with the brim of his Stetson, keeping his eyes on the bar top as he asked you out on a date. Everything seemed to blur together after that, the two of you started going out and before you knew it he was your boyfriend.
It was hard for you, to trust James, to trust anyone for that matter, after all the awfulness your mother had put you through. The thought of letting your guard down around someone made you body tense, your mind screaming at you to run away. It took time for you to finally feel safe around him, to let him into your life.
But James was patient, he never questioned why sometimes you’d flinch from his touch, never asked about the scars you carried even though they were impossible to ignore.
You still felt a tightness in your throat as you remembered the devastated look on James’ face as you explained why you had ended up so far from home. The sound of his muffled cries while you told him all that had happened when you were young still echoed in your ears. He almost put his fist through the wall when you got to the worst of it, only stopping when he saw the pure terror painting your face.
It still brought tears to your eyes, the way he held you afterwards, the promises he murmured against your hairline as he cradled you to him; promises that he kept to this day, that he’d never leave you, never let anyone hurt you again. Three months after that, on a breezy spring day, he got down on one knee and asked you to be his wife. You didn’t hesitate for one second, yes was on the tip of your tongue the second he took your hand in his.
The scuff of boot heels on hardwood brought your mind back from its wanderings. James peaked his head through the doorway, eyes all scrunched up in a face splitting grin.
“Well, aren’t I a lucky man? A beautiful wife and dinner waiting for me, I must have died and gone to heaven. What have I done to deserve this?” He leaned against the wood, one hand behind his back. Light wash jeans covered his long, long legs and he had put on his nice flannel, the light blue one that you had gotten him for Christmas. He looked like something out of an old western, all ruggish charm with his horseshoe mustache. Pushing off the wall, James took a step into the house.
“James Alan Hetfield, I know damn well you are not tracking mud into my home.” He let out a laugh, which you couldn’t help return. He toed off his boots, leaving them outside on the porch to be cleaned later. His socked feet were soft against the wood floors, almost silent as he made his way over to you. You put the knife you were cleaning down just in time for James to pull you into his side, arm wrapping around you, holding you tight against his chest. He let you go after a moment, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Missed you darling, could’ve used your help with that new filly, she’s a handfull.” His voice, warm and deep, was soothing to your ears. You brought your hand up to his face wiping off a smudge of dirt that had collected on his cheek bone. The skin was soft under your fingers and he pressed into your touch. The soft light filtering through the windows painted his hair a brilliant gold, each strand looking like it had been brushed by the sun itself.
“I would’ve joined you but someone has to keep the two of us fed, and lord knows you can’t cook.” He made a face at that, smile lines deepening as he looked down at you. The blue of his eyes shone brilliantly, almost electric as they trailed over your face.
“You wound me, woman,” James feigned hurt, placing a hand over his heart, throwing his head back. “I’ll have you know I am a perfectly capable chef.”
Rolling your eyes, you flicked his arm, a giggle leaving your lips as he rubbed the spot.
“Alright, why don’t you make dinner for us then?” You asked, voice full mirth. You would never let him live down the last time he tried to cook for you, not when you had spent hours trying to rescue the cast iron pan he had charred chicken onto.
“And why would I do that when I have the most amazing, most perfect wife in the world who does it so much better than I ever could?” He pulled you closer to him, lifting you off your feet with just one arm. You buried your face in his chest and breathed in. He smelled like the woods, like pine trees and fire and something that was just James.
“But really, darling, thank you, this smells amazing.” The sincerity of his words made your heart grow tight in your chest. The amount of love in his eyes made you ache, it made you dizzy with a tenderness you had never experienced before loving James.
“It’s the least I could do, with you getting all the hard work done.” You hoped he could hear the genuineness in your words, you really did appreciate everything he did around the house. In the time that you had been with James he had managed to turn the idea of a home from something you dreaded, something that only caused you pain into a thing of love and goodness you had always thought you’d never get to know. “And anyways tonight is a special night so I think the occasion deserves some special treatment.”
“Oh do tell, what's so special about tonight? I know it's not a holiday, is it my birthday? I feel like I would know if it was.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics, letting out a scoff. A grin settled on his lips before he continued, “oh, that's right, one year ago I somehow managed to get you to marry me. ‘M still not quite sure how I pulled that one off.”
He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. They brushed against your skin as he pressed kisses all over your hand.
“Which reminds me, I got you a present.”
“Oh James, you didn’t have to really, I wasn’t…” He cut you off, kissing the inside of your wrist. He pulled his hand from behind his back, his fingers delicately wrapped around a bundle of wildflowers. Bitterroot, arnica, arctic lupine, and moss companion were all tied together with a lace tie, the exact same as the bouquet you had carried on your wedding day. His hand shook slightly and your vision went blurry, tears spilling over your lash line.
“I uh,” he sounded almost uncertain, “I saw these and thought of you, I thought you might like them.”
“Jamie I,” Your voice broke, tears slipping down your face in rivulets, your whole body shaking with emotion.
“Baby, no, don’t cry. I didn’t want you to cry. It’s alright, c’mere.” His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. You fisted the soft cotton of his shirt, twisting the fabric in your hands as you tried to steady your breathing. The low thumping of his heartbeat soothed your racing mind. Even after all this time little acts like this still made your heart swell. Pulling back from him you wiped your eyes with your apron.
“Let me get a vase for these, I want to keep them.”
“So you like them?” Hope and a little bit of pride filled James’ big blue eyes. He loved that he was able to make you happy, loved that you felt safe enough with him to cry tears of joy.
“Of course I like them, James. I love them, this is the sweetest gift I’ve ever gotten.” As you spoke you searched through your cabinets for the right vase, settling on a delicate crystal one that James’ sister had given you for a wedding present.
“I just have to make sure, you know it's my job to keep you happy,” he said, his voice full of joy and something more that you couldn’t quite identify.
As you were filling the vase with water and arranging the flowers in it James’ hands wrapped around your waist and settled on your hips. His broad chest pressed against your back, warm and solid behind you. Bringing his head down he nosed at your neck, lips brushing over the sensitive skin before placing a kiss right behind your ear. Your body went hot at the sensation, stomach tightening with desire as James’ lips danced across your skin. He kissed a trail from your jaw down to your shoulder and then back up again, leaving your skin tingling in his wake.
“James, what are you doing?” You murmurred, your chest slightly heaving.
“What, do you not like it?” His voice had gone deeper, sending shivers up your spine as he spoke against your skin.
“No, I like it, ‘m just curious.” You rubbed your thighs together, shifting against James, trying to relieve the ache that was building in your core.
Setting the vase down with more grace than you thought you possessed in the moment, you turned yourself around in James’ arms, pressing your palms flat against his chest. His heart jackrabbited under your hands as the muscles twitched beneath your touch. He stared down at you, blue eyes gone dark with desire, and you caught his eyes with yours for a second before you pushed up on your toes, pressing your mouth to his.
His lips were soft against yours, finding their place with practiced ease. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance. You opened your mouth, giving James access as his tongue delved deeper. He moaned at the taste of you, tongue rolling over yours as he pulled you closer to him, dragging his hips over your lower stomach. His hands moved up from your hips, one cupping your jaw, the other settling on your throat, stroking the skin of your neck. You felt almost lightheaded as you moved your mouth against him, letting out little whines of need at the feeling of him pressed up against you.
You pulled back, just barely, sucking in a desperately needed breath, lips still brushing James’ as you breathed in each other's air. James’ eyes were wild as they danced between your eyes, your lips, and your chest, which moved with every inhale you took. His kiss swollen lips shone slick under the kitchen light as he wetted them with his tongue. Your hands grabbed his collar, fingers gripping the fabric as you pulled his head towards yours. Your mouth found his again and you flicked your tongue against his. You could feel his cock through his jeans pressing hard and heavy against your lower stomach. His teeth clicked against yours, almost desperate as he claimed your mouth.
You let out a startled gasp against his lips as James’ hands gripped your ass, lifting you off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your stomach fluttering, and your arms draped over his shoulders for balance. He set you down on the table gently, stepping back to catch his breath. Warmth had pooled in your core leaving you desperate for his touch. The soft smile that spread over his lips was almost too tender for the moment. You laced your fingers in his belt loops, pulling him back to you, spreading your thighs to give him space.
“Hi,” you said almost shyly, unable to stop the giggle that slipped past your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes. A sweet pink flush had settled on his cheeks, his eyes roaming your face like they couldn’t decide what to focus on.
“Hey,” you could feel the rumble of his voice from where your hand was pressed over his heart. James’ hands slipped behind your back, deftly undoing the tie of your apron, letting it fall to the floor. They quickly found your waist again, pulling closer to the edge of the table. The warmth of his hands bled through the thin cotton of your dress setting your skin alight underneath his touch.
“James,” you breathed, head dizzy with need, “c’mon, please, need you so bad”
His grip on your waist got firmer as you begged, the rise and fall of his chest heavier with every passing second.
“Well I can’t leave my pretty wife waiting now can I?” His hands pushed their way under the skirt of your dress, rucking it up so your legs were bared to him. His brows arched in a silent question, which you answered by pulling your dress over your head in a rush. The fabric fell to the ground silently, leaving you in the white lace bralette and matching panties you had put on this morning for this exact reason. Your nipples hardened, the thin lace doing nothing to keep you warm, and a liquid heat settled deep in your core as James’ eyes raked over your body.
“Fuck, so beautiful, ‘m so fucking lucky.” A thud sounded out as James dropped to his knees in front of you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down on him, anticipation building deep inside of you. His left hand wrapped around your ankle, the gold of his wedding ring warm against your skin. Keeping his eyes on yours he pressed a kiss to your calf, and then another, then another, making a path all the way up your leg. Desire gathered in your core, the delicate lace of your panties soaked through with your arousal. James stopped before his mouth reached where you needed him most, instead switching over to your other leg, slowly making his way back up again.
Your stomach ached with wanting as his lips brushed against your skin. It felt like a small eternity before he made it back to the apex of your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed his lips to your cunt through the sopping lace. He licked a stripe up your pussy, letting out a deep groan at the taste of you on his tongue. You stiffened beneath him, shockwaves flowing through your body with each drag of his tongue. He pulled back, eyes hazy as they traveled up your body to your face.
“Taste so good, god, so fucking good.” His words came husky, desire dripping off of them. His hands trailed up your body and you shifted your hips, pressing yourself towards him.
A whine left your lips as he stood up but before you could protest James’ mouth found you again. He left kisses just above the hem of your panties, the sensitive skin of your abdomen quivering as he moved his way up your body. He draped himself over you, covering you completely with his broad frame as he mouthed at the thin skin that stretched over your rib cage. Soft moans left your mouth with each pass of his tongue against you, the feeling leaving you almost frantic with desperation. His fingers wandered under the band of your bralette pulling it slightly before letting it snap back against your skin, getting the message you pulled it over your head tossing it away.
“James, oh, need you…” Your voice trailed off as he dragged his tongue over a nipple, flicking the sensitive bud before closing his mouth around it, sucking softly. Your mind went fuzzy with wanting as his hot mouth worked against your chest, sucking dark marks into the skin. You weaved your hands into his hair, gripping hard, torn between pulling him closer to you or tugging him away. Your hips jerked beneath him searching for any friction you could find. He let out a moan against your skin, tongue lapping at your nipple as his fingers played with the other. You could feel yourself dripping down onto the table, arousal coating your thighs and James’ jeans. He pulled off your nipple with a pop, fingers soothing over the love bites he had sucked into your skin.
“God I’m so lucky, so fucking lucky to have you.” He brought his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks before placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Prettiest woman in the goddam world, and you're all mine. Right baby?”
“Yeah Jamie, I’m yours, all yours baby.” Your words were rushed as your mind went hazy with need. Small jolts of pleasure shot through your body as you ground your pussy against James, the rough fabric of his jeans against you making your eyes roll back in your head. You pushed yourself to sit up, arm hooking around the back of his neck, dragging him to you. You pressed your forehead against his as you continued to buck your hips against him.
"You need more, baby?” He teased, looking down on your desperate state. You nodded head jerking as your lips parted in a silent plea. “That's alright, I’ll give you more, whatever you want baby.”
He ran a hand down your body, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. His hand left you for a second, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out the knife he always carried. The metal was cool against your skin as he slid it under your panties, slicing through the fabric. The thin lace fell away from your skin and you shivered with arousal. He closed the knife, tossing it down to the floor before placing his hands on your hips, fingers digging into the crease of your thigh.
“Sorry about the baby, I’ll buy you new ones.” James eyes were focused in between your thighs where you were dripping onto the table. His hand cupped your wet cunt, fingers sliding up your slit, spreading your wetness. A keening whine left your lips as his fingers brushed against your core. You pressed your hips into the contact, a moan leaving your lips as his fingers found your clit. Pleasure shot through your veins settling in your core as he circled the bundle of nerves, fingers pressing down as he rubbed at it. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he continued rubbing at your clit.
“Yeah, that feel good? Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He dragged his middle finger across the seam of your cunt, teasing your entrance slightly before pushing in. He was slow with it, letting you shift your hips downwards, filling your achy cunt with his finger. The small stretch that just one of his fingers caused made your eyes roll back in your head. Heat filled your veins as he began moving it inside of you, your jaw dropping open. The slow friction of his finger against your walls sent shivers up your spine, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
“James, c’mon, need more, please, please.” He smiled down at your as you whined for him, your body teeming with need
His ring finger pressed against your entrance, tracing where you were stretched around him. He pressed another finger into you, working it in slowly, thumb rubbing your clit in small circles. You let out a high whine as he stretched you out even further. He kept still for a second, letting you adjust to the stretch. Your body went stiff as he pressed his fingers up against that soft spot inside of your, stars flashing behind your eyelids. He worked his way deeper into you, until his palm was flush with your center. He thrust his fingers in and out slowly, the overwhelming wetness between your thighs making slick noises with each movement.
“That’s it baby, so good for me, look so good taking my fingers.” Your hips ground down against his palm, his calloused hand rough against your sensitive cunt. Shivers went up your spine as your core ached with pleasure. He kept his pace slow, stretching you out for his cock as he whispered praises against your hairline. The needy ache in your gut was almost unbearable as he stoked your walls, fingers moving in a come hither motion. Your eyes fell to where he was working you open and a ragged moan left your lips at the sight of his hand glistening with your slick. You canted your hips downwards, grinding yourself against his hand, his thumb pressing down on your clit even harder, making stars burst across your vision.
“C’mon honey, that’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers. God I love you so much, my pretty little wife.”
He scissored his fingers inside of you, spreading you wider around him. Your breath caught in your throat at the added stretch, a high pitch moan leaving your mouth.
“Oh god, James, fuck.” His fingers moved even quicker inside of you, dragging over the sensitive rim of your entrance. Your nails dug into his shoulders, biting through the fabric of his shirt as you used him as leverage to buck your hips down onto his hand. The sweet friction of his rough fingers against your sensitive walls made your body go hot with pleasure, the knot in your gut tightening with every stroke.
“Fuck, you gonna cum baby? I can feel it, fuck.” The world was becoming hazy as your eyes slipped shut, your body writhing in James’ arms. You pressed yourself closer to him, your head falling onto his shoulders as you shuddered.
“That's it baby cum for me, cum on my fingers. God you’re so good, so perfect like this.” You went stiff, hips jerking against him as you rode out your high. Ecstasy coursed through your veins as you moaned James’ name almost incoherently. You went limp against him, blood roaring in your ears as your pussy fluttereed around him. He rubbed soothing circles up and down your spine, slowing his movements between your legs to a stop.
You couldn’t help the whine that spilled from your lips as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you painfully empty. James brought his hand to his mouth, licking off your arousal that had spilled onto his skin, letting out sinful moans with each pass of his tongue. Another wave of need pulsed through your body as you watched him, a throbbing want building in your gut, desperate for more.
“Fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart.” His fingers dug into your thighs as he towered over you. You bucked your hips towards him, the emptiness you felt too much to bear. Your fingers moved swiftly, undoing his belt buckle, pulling the leather out of the loops. A chuckle left James’ lips at your eagerness but he went serious when your hands began to pull on the button of his jeans, trying to get them undone. He placed his hands over yours, pressing a kiss to your lips as he unfastened his pants.
“Calm down baby,” he said, fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, “you’ll get what you want darling, just got to have a little patience, that’s all.”
He shrugged off his flannel, the tan skin of his chest shimmering in the sunlight. He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs, stepping out of them, kicking them off to the side. His cock stood proud against his stomach, flushed and hard. He wrapped a hand around himself, spreading the precum that was leaking from his tip over his shaft.
“C’mon James, need you in me now.” You were beyond caring how desperate you sounded, the only thing on your mind was James finally filling you up the way you so desperately wanted him to.
“Okay baby, okay. I’ll give you what you need.” His voice was low as he wrapped a hand around your hip, pulling you closer to him. His cock brushed against your dripping cunt, both of you moaning at the contact. He dragged his cock over your center, collecting the wetness that had gathered there. Pressing his mouth to yours, James moved you so that you were laying down, back pressed to the wooden table. He pulled back, standing straight as he guided the head of his cock to rest against your entrance. For a second he did nothing so you shifted your hips downwards, trying to get him in you. His hand gripped your hip harder, forcing you to stay still.
He pushed into you slowly, at first just teasing you with the tip before pulling out and pressing in again. Inch by inch he filled you, the slow slide of his cock against you making your eyes flutter shut. He let out a groan as you clenched around him, hips stuttering forward as he continued to work his way inside of you. You let out a whiny moan when he was finally seated inside of you, his hips pressed tight against your ass as he filled you completely. It felt like you could feel him in your stomach, like he was all the way in your throat. No matter how many times James fucked you, you never quite got used to the strech or the fullness of him inside you.
James' eyes were focused on the spot where he was splitting you open, your pussy stretched wide around his thick cock. He rolled his hips, the head of his cock pressing against that spot inside of you, the muscles in your body going tight. You clenched around him, legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him impossibly deeper inside of you. You blinked your eyes open, lashes thick with tears of pleasure. James’ brows were furrowed in concentration as he ground his hips against you, his pelvic bone pressing against your clit sending sparks through your core with each movement. His thumb traced where you were stretched around him and your pussy fluttered at the touch.
“Fuck look at you, taking all of me, never gets old. Feel so good around me, so fucking tight.” He began pulling out further before pushing in, slow thrusts jostling your body. He set a steady rhythm pulling out slowly before driving himself back home. His hands dug into the skin of your hips, pulling you down against him. High moans left your mouth every time he pushed back in, your body trembling from the fullness. “God, I love you so much, so, so much.”
You arched your back, pressing your hips down against his as he thrust back into you. Your teeth dug into your lip as you whimpered, the stretch of him making your brain feel numb with each thrust. You could feel him stretching you out, making a home for himself inside of you.
“More, James, I need more.” Your moans echoed out in the house barely louder than the slick sounds coming from between your thighs. Your shiny arousal coated James pelvis, dripping down your thigh, staining the table beneath you.
James’ hands moved up your body, trailing over your stomach before coming to rest on your sensitive breasts. His hands were rough against the delicate skin as he messaged at your tits. Every press of his fingers sent shocks of heat straight to your core. It was almost unfair how he knew your body better than you, knew exactly where to touch to make your mind go blank with pleasure.
“Fuck, James, you’re so deep.” The words were pushed out from your chest as James thrust back into, hips snapping into yours.
“Yeah, am I? Tell me baby, need to hear you say it.” He grunted out, eye flicking between where he was filling you up and your face. Sweat had gathered on his hairline, darkening the golden locks, his whole body was tense as he continued pressing into you over and over. You grabbed onto his hand, dragging it down your body, placing it on your lower stomach where you swore you could feel his cock inside you.
“Right there, fuck, ‘m so full.” James jerked his hips forward, hard, as he pressed his hand down, feeling the slide of his cock inside of you from the outside. The added pressure made your vision go white for a second, cunt clamping down on his cock.
“Fuck,” his voice was low and breathy and his eyes were completely glazed over with lust. “ ‘ve really filled you up, huh? Just like you you wanted me to, god, I swear, ‘m gonna fuck you full of me.”
He moved his hand off your stomach, bringing it up to cup your face. His fingers laced into your hair, his thumb drawing absent minded circles into your skin. Warmth bloomed in your core, burning hotter with the slow, slick grind of your bodies against each other. Each thrust made you shudder as the table under you shook with the force of James’ hips. His eyes met yours so full of love you couldn’t help but whimper. Your jaw dropped open as his hips rocked against yours. He traced your open lips with his thumb slipping it into your mouth, spreading your saliva all over your lips. You closed your mouth around him, sucking down on his thumb, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.
“Oh fuck, look at you, so pretty. My perfect little wife, so pretty for me, fuck.” You moaned around his thumb as he spoke, taking him deeper into your mouth. “God you were made for this weren’t you, made just for me. Perfect pussy, god, I love you, so good for me. You were made to take my cock baby, made to be mine, fuck.”
You clenched down around him at the praise, pulling off his thumb with a pop. Your hips bucked down against him, meeting every thrust as a searing pleasure built in your gut. James’ hand came down by your head, nails digging into the wood as he drove his hips into yours. You brought your hand up wedging it under his as you intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing hard.
“Jamie please, need more, need it so bad, fuck,” your voice trailed off into a high moan as James snapped his hips into your even harder. His hand slid under your ass, pulling your hips higher, allowing him to slide deeper into you.
“Jamie, fuck, ‘m gonna, please.” Your pussy tightened around him, your whole body unraveling with each thrust.
“Fuck c’mon baby, cum on my cock. “M gonna fill you up, fuck.”
His hand left your face, pressing in between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. All it took was the press of his fingers against the sensitive bud before you were screaming his name, mind dissolving in bliss as you shook beneath him. Your pussy spasmed wildly around his cock and James’ hips twitched against yours, cock throbbing as he spilled inside of you with a groan.
His head fell forward, forehead laying on your sternum as you both caught your breaths. Your body still shook as he pulled out of you, a whine leaving you mouth at being empty again. James scooped you up in his arms, cradling you as he carried you to your room.
“Did so good for me baby, ‘m so proud of you.” His words were soft as he murmured them into your hair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips to the skin of his collar bones. He set you down on the bed gently, placing a kiss on your forehead before walking over to the bathroom. You let yourself sink into your soft mattress, body exhausted and aching. You could hear the sink running and the rush of the water lulled your eyes shut. The bed sunk as James lay down next to you, bringing a warm washcloth between your thighs, cleaning you off. You curled into his side, arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in his chest.
“You can rest now honey, I’ll wake you when it’s time for dinner, don’t worry.”