“Yeah?”
Instead of answering, I kiss him. What starts timid turns desperate. His hands tangle in my hair as I shift to straddle his lap.
“Jules,” he breathes against my mouth.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Here?” But his hands are already under my sweater, finding bare skin.
“Here. Now.” I’m practically begging, grinding against him. “No more interruptions. No more waiting.”
He groans, flipping us so I’m on my back on the blanket. The sun filters through the apple trees above us as he pulls my sweater off, then his shirt.
“You’re so beautiful.” His mouth finds my neck. “So perfect.”
We’re frantic, desperate. The foreplay made us animalistic. When he reaches for his pocket, he freezes.
“I didn’t plan for this,” he admits.
“I don’t care,” I gasp, pulling him back down. “I’m on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone since Craig over a year ago.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.” He searches my face.
“Really?” I ask, almost shocked.
“Yes,” he breathes, capturing my mouth again.
His hands are everywhere, desperate and as greedy as his mouth. We undress each other with shaking fingers, clothes scattered across the blanket. When he sees me fully naked in the sunlight, he pauses.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, and his eyes flash with need.
He lays me down on my back, and the blanket underneath me is rough against my bare ass. As he kisses up my neck, the cool autumn air nips at my flushed skin.
As he pulls away, positioning himself between my thighs, I lift myself upright onto my elbows. His thick cock is hard and leaking pre-cum, glistening in the sunlight. I can smell him, and I want to taste him. It’s a heady mixture of masculine and expensive cologne.
When he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, it makes my cunt pulse with need.
I reach for him, pulling him down to me.
He kisses me deeply as he settles at my entrance, still not giving me what I want. There is nothing else in the entire world that matters right now. I breathe out, anticipating him, needing him with my legs spread wide. He grins against my lips.
“You’re so wet for me.” He growls.
His fingers trail over my slit, teasing me, spreading my folds. I gasp as he circles my clit, sending electric jolts through my body.
“You want this cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, my voice full of need. “Give yourself to me, Nick.”
He slides a finger inside me, curling it just right, hitting that sweet spot that makes me arch off the blanket. My cunt clenches around him, greedy for more.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. “I’m gonna make you beg first.”
He adds another finger, thrusting them in and out of me, his pace quickening. I can feel the pressure building, my pussy getting tighter, wetter. His thumb rubs circles on my clit, and I’m panting, my hips bucking against his hand.
“I’m gonna?—”
He slowly pulls his fingers out, leaving me aching.
