“Why?” she repeats with a whisper, the beautiful sound of her heart rate quickening in sync with each stroke of my thumb across her skin.
“Why don't you know?” I push, and she instantly tries to shake me off and put some distance between us.
I lean back, but don’t drop my hand as shesighs. “If you're okay, I'll leave you to do what you're doing. I just wanted to make sure that we’re clear that I don't want you getting in trouble for me,” she states.
“Is that so?” I murmur, and she clears her throat, folding her arms over her chest to put an extra layer of defense between us.
I drop my hand, giving her what she wants, but she doesn't move, not like she intended.
“I’m still mad at you,” she blurts, and I cock a brow at her.
“And would you still be mad if I told you what you wanted to know?” I offer, willing to lay myself bare for her. The understanding in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what I'm referring to.
“I would listen,” she breathes, and I nod.
“And if I need a distraction?” I push, my heart racing as I remain transfixed on her.
“I would find you one.”
“And what if you are the only distraction I want?”
My words hang in the air as it thickens between us.
I don't know who moves first, but in the next breath, her lips are pressed against mine and my fingers are curled into the lapels of her blazer, just as she grips my t-shirt like her life depends on it.
Every brush of our lips grows hotter as I tease my tongue over the seam of her mouth, and I feel her melt against me.
It’s everything.
She's all I can see, all I can feel, all I can smell, all I can taste, and it's still not enough.
Untangling my fingers from her blazer, I tug at her tie and find the top button of her shirt. Despite my effort to remain as calm as possible, I pull at the fabric, sending the top two buttons flying through the air, which offers me a sweet view of the valley between her breasts.
I take her in as I wet my parched lips. “Such a pretty fucking petal,” I rasp, my hands gliding up her thighs and beneath her skirt as she leans further against the tree behind her.
Her damp core greets me, along with the sweet mew from her lips, and it’s my undoing. “The things I want to do to you…” I whisper, the promise thickening my tone as she blinks up at me.
“Like what?” she asks, and my pulse quickens at the invitation that lies in the air between us.
“Where do I even begin?” I muse, stroking my finger down her cheek.
“The most achievable right now,” she replies, her gaze glossed over with desire as she presses her thumb against my bottom lip.
I let my gaze drape over her slowly before I return to her lust-filled eyes. “Well, you, in your pretty little uniform, covers at least fifty percent of them,” I confess, gliding my fingers over the cotton separating me from her sweet pussy.
“What else?” she pushes, arching her back as I force myself to retreat from her core to tug at the sleeves of her blazer.
It doesn’t even hit the ground before I yank the remaining buttons of her shirt so the fabric spreads wide, revealing the softness of her stomach. Satisfied with the view, I roll her skirt up a little higher, offering easier access while I make sure to keep her thigh-high socks in place.
With her uniform matching my vision, I grab the back of her thighs and hoist her in the air, pinning her against the tree.
“Have you thought about fucking me against a tree?” she teases, running her fingers over the collar of my t-shirt, and I wink as I grope the globes of her ass, kneading her flesh desperately.
Her groans fill the air, making my cock strain unbearably against my jeans as I slip her panties to the side, trailing my fingers over her sensitive skin. She shivers at the touch as I run my finger down between the globes of her ass.
“Have you ever been fucked here, Petal?” Shenips her lip as she shakes her head, and I beam with excitement and desire. “Then that's going to be mine,” I promise, watching her every reaction. “Would you like that?” My voice is thick, husky, and desperate, watching as the pink hue takes over her cheeks. “Not now, though,” I clarify, and her eyebrows gather with disappointment.
“No?” she whispers, and I brush a faint kiss against the corner of her mouth.
