A recently divorced woman finds a delicious new guy who knows how to sate her erotic hunger — and keep her coming back for more.

The luxe country home I recently stayed at belonged to a friend. My rather well-to-do friend, Claire, who seriously wanted me to decompress after my divorce and get a fresh start.

I’d realized Matt and I were doomed around year three. But I wasn’t ready to admit it — until his seven-year itch caused our marriage to come apart at the seams. To be totally honest, our split was more of a relief than anything. Putting the dying relationship to rest was a weight off my soul.

“You should go to my vacation place and be a serious writer person,” Claire told me one Saturday afternoon.

I’d laughed, but her idea sounded lovely. I’d been paying my bills with dull freelance work, but the novel I’d been writing was what truly got me up in the morning. Well, that and coffee. But in all seriousness, I’d been longing for some dedicated time to finish my book.

“Maybe,” I’d said noncommittally.

“Not maybe. Look, it’s a great getaway,” she’d argued. “Lots of peace and quiet, if that’s what you’re looking for. And awesome neighbors if you need company.”

“Is there Wi-Fi?”

“Of course, we’re not savages,” she’d deadpanned. “But maybe you won’t need it. Instead, hunt down a local guy and strip his pants off with your teeth.”

“Do I have to use my teeth?”

“Shut up … You can use him for your pleasure. Have a fabulous fling. And then break his heart when you have to return to the big city. He’ll cry,” she’d said, patting my hand and clearly enjoying her fantasy.

“Does he have to cry? That’s kind of a turn-off.”

She’d waved her hand and said, “Whatever. Tears, no tears. The point is you can get great food in town, good fresh air in the woods and loads of orgasms if you find the right Paul Bunyan.”

“Paul Bunyan was enormous.”

“A girl can hope.”

“Not like that! I mean his entire person was taller than a house.”

“OK, a mini Bunyan, then.”

I agreed with her plan, and that’s how I ended up in that beautiful house.

During the day, I had plenty of uninterrupted hours to work, and in the evening, there was a handy fireplace to help chase away the chill.

I was enjoying my solitude, but I received an unexpected visitor near the end of my stay. And I’ll admit, I didn’t mind the intrusion at all.

I had just reached a perfect stopping point in my novel, when someone knocked on the door. I was far from finished for the day, but I was happy for a break.

“Coming!” I called out.

I stood and stretched, not realizing how long I’d been sitting until I felt the stiffness in my joints.

I looked out the peephole and saw Terry, the neighbor from down the hill. I’d met him on the first day of my stay as I unloaded my car. He was big and blond and had large blue eyes. He pretty much looked like the kind of guy who couldn’t tell a lie. Ever.

I opened the door and greeted him exuberantly. I was glad to see a friendly face — especially such a good-looking one.

“Do you like blueberries?” he blurted out.

“Uh, sure. Why?”

“I have a lot, if you’d like to come by and take some. I also have muffins!”

He was talking fast, like he was high or nervous. But I put my money on the latter.

“Are you OK?”

He exhaled and said, “I’ve been trying to find the balls to ask you out since you got here. I was hoping to spend some time with you before you left.”

Well, hello Mr. Bunyan!

My heart thumped in my chest, and I gave him a once over with a whole new set of eyes.

Damn. He was interested in me. Terry. Big, brawny, all-American boy Terry.

Arousal ignited inside me. I hadn’t really been looking at men that way in a while, but that changed in a heartbeat.

“Muffins, you say? I do like muffins.” I cocked my hip against the doorframe and almost smiled when he reacted by staring at me and licking his lips.

“Yes, blueberry muffins,” he reiterated.

“Let me put on some shoes,” I said. My stomach rumbled. “I haven’t eaten all day. You saying muffins made me realize that.”

“Now?” he asked, eyes going wide. “You’re coming down now?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, shoving my feet into my sneakers. “You said the magic word.”

“Muffins?”

“Yep!” I pocketed my key and shut the door, and we both headed to his place.

Terry seemed like he could hardly believe his luck.

I have to say, the muffins were spectacular. Talk about a perfect man. He was nice and strong and could bake!

“These are truly amazing,” I told him, biting enthusiastically into a second.

“It’s the raw sugar on top that makes it,” he said.

“Crunchy.”

“Yes.” He licked his upper lip, and watching his tongue skate across that flesh made me hornier than I’d been in a long time.

He’d missed a crumb.

“Here. Let me,” I said. I stood on tiptoe and licked the bit of muffin off his lip.

Terry made a soft sound of surprise. A half grunt, half sigh. I licked his lip again, and he seemed to freeze. Then he broke his paralysis, grabbed my hips and held on to me as he kissed me.

My tongue tangled with his, making him growl. I slid my hand down to cup his cock. I found it hard and straining against his jeans.

“Is this on the menu, too?” I asked, squeezing his erection firmly.

“If you want it,” he said, sliding his tongue down the side of my neck before biting me there lightly.

That sharp nip made my pussy flicker. All I could focus on then was the thought of him entering me slowly and steadily. Taking me. Fucking me. Making me come.

I was breathless as I curled my fingers against the length of his cock and told him, “I want it very much. Almost as much as your blueberry muffins.”

“That is flattering,” he said softly. He lifted me and seated me on the counter before pushing my legs wide. He stepped between them, sliding his hands under my ass. He squeezed my butt and then kissed me again, this time more intensely.

“Take my pants off,” I whispered. I briefly sucked his tongue just to hear him groan. “Take my pants off and touch me. Put your fingers inside me. I’m so wet.”

In no time, he was fumbling with the button on my jeans. I helped him get them off, raising my hips so he could pull them down along with my panties.

He took ahold of my ankles then, tugged me to the edge of the counter, knocked my thighs wide apart and traced my outer pussy lips with a finger as he studied me.

“You are very wet,” he said.

Terry slid that finger inside my pussy. He pushed it in and drew it out, doing that repeatedly until my mind and body were reeling. When I thought I’d die of anticipation and pleasure, he added another digit, stepped closer and kissed me. His other hand came up and cupped the back of my head as he deepened our lip-lock. He worked his magic between my legs, his fingers flexing deep inside me and his thumb nudging my clit with the perfect pressure. Who knew that quiet shy Terry was a master fingerer? Not me. But I was learning fast.

He kept at it when I clutched at him. He pushed his fingers deeper and angled them more. He held me just so and kissed me like his life depended on it. I realized, as the orgasm rushed toward me, just how much I’d missed a man’s caress. I came, melting under

his touch, my body shaking with the force of my climax as my breath froze in my lungs. I was in an erotic daze.

“Keep it going,” he murmured in my ear. “I can feel you’re not done.”

His thick fingers kept working, and it turned out he was right. I wasn’t done because the spasms rolled on, lessening with each second but not feeling any less yummy.

When he pulled his fingers free, I stared at him, openmouthed.

“Wow. Imagine what you can do with your cock.”

That earned me an outright laugh.

“You don’t have to imagine,” he told me.

Terry unzipped his jeans, and I popped the button. Together, we pushed his pants off. I shoved down his boxer briefs, and his gloriously hard cock sprang free.

I grabbed his erection and gave it a few strokes. I thumbed the tip and felt the silky-slick feel of his pre-come. I hummed softly with approval and excitement.

He pushed my thighs wide apart, and I grabbed his shoulders as he slid his big cock into me. He slowly advanced inch by inch, and I shuddered, wanting to jerk forward and force him to go faster, but I kept my cool.

When he was fully seated inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and took a breath. He began to move, and a moan escaped me as he pressed and nudged my deepest and most sensitive places.

I squeezed my internal muscles around him just to watch his face reflect his pleasure. He was deliciously expressive, and I got a charge out of manipulating him. But I soon lost my patience and yanked at him with my legs. I kissed him, buried my hands in his hair and gave it a tug, almost like I was yanking on a horse’s reins.

I was ready to race to the finish line.

Terry got the hint. He moved faster, banging into me and causing me to lean back. My head rapped the wooden cabinet door behind me. Pushed against the door, I listened to the cabinet’s contents rhythmically rattling as we fucked. He planted his hands on either side of my hips and levered himself into me, quickly finding the perfect tempo.

Every inward stroke caused his cockhead to tap my G-spot, and I found my excitement spiraling ever upward. I was close to coming again. I was so fucking close.

Terry’s hands slid up to grab my hips, and his cadence grew frenzied.

“I’m going to come. Fuck — come with me,” he said.

So I did. I squeezed my cunt around his driving dick, and that pushed me right over the edge. I came just as he lost it, his muscular body going taut against mine and his breath hot on my neck.

We shivered together, clutching each other.

“Wow,” I said.

“You can say that again.”

“Wow.” I grinned.

He traced a finger along my lower lip, and I licked it.

“What now?” I asked, remembering I had a lot of work to do and I had just up and left it behind.

“Well, you liked my muffins. Come have my steak for dinner. We’ll go from there.”

I agreed whole heartedly, gave him a quick kiss and ran up the long road to my temporary home. After a quick shower, I was back at my keyboard. But I found myself getting distracted, thinking about Terry’s big, strong body and his lovely cock.

“Focus, Lily, focus!” I said aloud to myself.

I managed to wrap up most of what I’d hoped to accomplish, despite my recurring dirty daydreams.

But as dusk began to fall, I figured I should find some decent-looking clothes for our dinner date. I stripped off my oversized tee and threadbare leggings and found a fresh pair of jeans and a red V-neck top that made my tits look great.

I stood in front of a mirror, put my hands squarely on my hips and bounced up and down on my toes wildly to see my boobs shake. I was grinning like an idiot. The whole scene — my own giddiness — made me laugh.

I stared at the woman in the mirror — pink cheeked and glowing from getting laid good and well — and said, “You, Madame, are a lunatic.”

Then I pulled my long hair up into a ponytail and put on a little blush, mascara and lip gloss. I was ready.

“I hope his meat is as good as his muffins,” I said to my cat, Sam, who’d come with me on my getaway. He blinked, then turned around and walked away.

“Thanks for listening!” I yelled.

Then I grabbed my keys and my phone and down the hill I went.

It was growing cool fast. I considered turning around for a jacket but was too lazy to make the trek. The upside? My nipples were hard, helping my shirt do its job of highlighting my awesome boobs. I knocked on the door and waited, my nerves buzzing with anticipation.

Terry answered, looking as homegrown and handsome as he had when I’d left him. His charcoal gray tee hugged is biceps and his faded jeans rode low on his hips, and all I could think about was what was beneath that zipper.

An enormous cock he knew how to use. I was one lucky woman.

“You look mighty hungry,” he said.

“I’m ravenous.”

He turned from me and headed to the open plan kitchen. I smelled meat. Through the window, I spied a grill out on the deck.

“The steaks are ready,” he said. “I just have to make — ”

I silenced Terry by grabbing him and kissing him. I wasn’t shy about it. I pressed my breasts to his chest and my hips to his. I felt heat flood my cheeks and pussy simultaneously. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke curling up off my skin, much like the grill outside.

I ran my hand over his crotch and felt his monster cock stirring to life.

“Not hungry for food. Not yet anyway.”

“Just a bite?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Are you asking me to bite you?”

“No. I’m asking you to taste my meat.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I told him, licking my lips.

He turned and grabbed a fork and knife. He cut a piece off one of the steaks and held it up.

“No, really.”

“Fine,” I said. I opened my mouth and let him feed me the morsel. I chewed it, then shut my eyes and groaned: “That is so good.”

“Want to eat first?”

“Tempting.” I squeezed his hard-on. “But no.”

“Good. Me neither.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. I practically ran to keep up with his long strides. He moved close to kiss me again, and I pushed him hard enough that he went down on his ass on the bed. I unfastened his pants and impatiently tried to yank them off until he lifted his hips to help me remove them. His cock sprang free, and I heard myself purr, “Now, about your meat.”

He chuckled, but his laughter halted when I took his dick in my mouth and drew on him. His hips shot up, and he grunted. I pushed my hands against his pelvis to force his body down against the mattress, making him moan.

I worked my mouth up and down his length slowly, making him suffer the pleasure of my leisurely licks. But soon I started to stroke him with my hand as I focused my swirling tongue on his cockhead.

Terry grabbed my hair and gasped, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And I don’t want to come yet.”

I pushed back and told him, “OK, to be continued then. Another time.”

He wrapped his hands around my wrists, pulled me up and ordered, “Take your clothes off.”

I stood and stripped, and when I was naked, he said, “Sit on my face.”

I felt myself blushing, but my desire to get off was greater than my bashfulness. I moved over him and planted my pussy on his mouth, holding on to the headboard as he clutched my ass and began to eat me. I was so turned on it didn’t take me long to come. A few laps of his tongue had me shaking. He focused on my clitoris, and in my hazy pleasure, I started rocking my hips. But he gripped my ass harder to hold me as still as possible and sucked my clit until I shuddered through a blissful climax.

I fell away from him, and he pushed me to my back, spread my legs and settled himself between my parted thighs. As his cock slid into me, his gaze locked on mine. Somehow that gesture felt more intimate than the actual fucking.

I bumped my hips up, eager to take him deeper. He ground his body against mine and kissed me fiercely.

Every time he rocked his hips, pleasure buzzed in my clit. I moved with him, clutching his biceps and trying to catch my breath, even as my pleasure built to another extraordinary peak.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered. My eyelids fluttered, and I chewed my lower lip. I was so close to orgasm, but not there just yet.

He pulled back and nibbled his way down my neck to my breasts. He licked one of my nipples, and then bit it hard enough to make me jump. Then he went back to fucking me, and that was that. I climaxed, my fingers digging into his muscular arms as the beautiful spasms hit me.

He grunted, jammed into me once more and came. He dropped his head against my shoulder, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly.

I’d finally met a man whose hearty appetite matched my own.