Chapter 15

Once done unloading the car, the boys went upstairs while she unpacked the coolers in the kitchen. Right as Stanley came in from the garage, a yawn tore from him.

“Hmm, mountain man, all tired out?” she called down from a stepladder as she replaced boxes in the small pantry.

“Yeah.” He was looking out the window. A sigh left him at the misty rain that had followed them from the mountains. “Sorry about the—”

“Stop apologizing, babe.” She smiled at him. “I had a wonderful time and”—she glanced around before giggling—”I’ll show you how good a time I had later, big boy.”

“Do you love me?”

At the curt tone in his voice, she jolted, almost losing her balance. After placing the box in her hand onto a shelf, she rubbed both palms along her hips. The absolute seriousness on his face drained every flame from her core.

“Yes!” Her head cocked. “And why would you ask me that?”

“It’s just...” He shrugged and then scanned the empty house before returning to her. “Never mind.”

Shoulders drooping, he left the kitchen. While tracking his departure, she pursed her lips. Fists balled at her sides, she was about to chase after him when he stopped and turned.

“No matter what, I love you, Sheila.” At his smile, her heart softened, and hands uncurled. “And, uh, tonight. Yes, whatever you want.”

Later, after the boys had gone to bed, she rubbed a towel through damp and finally fresh-smelling hair. As she stood in the dark bedroom, she glanced at the closed bathroom. While humming, her husband was moving under the shower spray. Heat bubbling in her core, she tossed the towel away and dragged a brush through her golden tresses. Still naked, she was about to yank the door open and attack him in the shower when the water stopped.

Instead, she glanced around and, with a huge grin, leaped to the bed. By the time Stanley appeared, she was on all fours with her rear facing him.

“Come and get it, mountain man.” She giggled, wiggling her butt. “Fresh, clean pussy. All for you.”

“Jesus, Sheila.” He chuckled. “You scared the piss out of me.”

“Hmm, that’s not what I want out of you, big boy.” Another giggle escaped her as she lowered her boobs to the mattress. “Have at it. I’m ready. Take me hard and fast, mountain man.”

As he crawled onto the bed, his staff wobbled in the dim lighting. He ran a fist to its base. “Gonna be my—”

“—slutty mountain whore?” She bit into her lower lip as his other hand skimmed her upturned butt. “Oh, yes, that’s what I am. Come abuse my naughty pussy with that sleek—”

Her voice ended in a yelp when he slapped her rear while thrusting deep. After playing with the boys in the car, she was wet enough that his shaft pierced her in a flash. Once inside, he wasted no time pounding her as fast as possible. As her body rocked under the abrupt, primal assault, she dropped her open mouth to the sheets. With her eyes locked on the closed bedroom door, she chewed hard.

“Mmm, that’s, um, some real nice mountain pussy,” flew from Stanley as he pumped faster. “Very nice.”

With the bed creaking, she dug her nails and toes into the mattress as a massive wave thundered free, rippling across her bucking frame. Her scream was muffled by the wadded sheets in her mouth. She could only shake as her husband continued plowing her spasming gash.

“Oh, that’s it. Mmm, yes, Sheila,” he growled as his shuddering body slapped hard into her rear. “Fuck, you’re hot. So sexy.”

As his spurts pulsed into her, another wave sluiced across her shattered nerves. Once more, her scream sent spit and frothy hot air into the covers trapped within her trembling lips. Fingers tight to her hips, he slowed, but kept stroking her as his cock drained.

“Mmm, mountain...” he whispered. “Oh, wow. God, I needed that.”

With a groan, he lifted his hands and tugged himself free before collapsing onto his back behind her. As he huffed towards the dark ceiling, she eased the sheets from her sore jaw and crawled around to face him.

“Whore. I’m your nasty mountain whore, big boy,” she murmured before lowering herself to take his drooling pole into her mouth.

While suckling, she stared up at him. Although his eyelids remained sealed, he ran a shaky hand along her cheek.

“Love you,” he muttered. “I really, really do.”

After a hard suck, she plopped him from her lips and giggled. “You’re just saying that because I have your dick in my mouth and your gooey mountain man jizz way up in my naughty pussy.”

“Maybe.” He laughed.

At the sound, she couldn’t help but join in with a quiet chuckle. Whatever had been bothering him faded as the room grew silent. Later, snuggled tight in his arms, she sighed as her heartbeat slowed. At last, her battered, overused core cooled.

By the time she awakened the next morning, bright sunshine was pouring in through the windows. They’d forgotten to draw the curtains. Beside her, the mattress was empty but still warm. Although the house was quiet, one sniff brought a smile to her as the wondrous aroma of fresh-brew coffee filled her nose.