He lays me on the mattress, taking care to place a pillow under my injured foot. Then he closes the door of the shed and crawls onto the mattress with me. He gives a low hum in his throat as he kisses me, like it’s the one thing he’s been longing to do since we parted.
“You taste like the forest,” I murmur against his lips.
“Do I? You taste like hope.”
I draw back a little, sweet pain twinging through my heart. “That’s a beautiful thing to say.”
“It’s true.” He runs one big hand under my dress, up my thigh. “You’re wearing the garters again. I love them.”
“I know.”
“Do you want to spread your legs for me?”
Tingles run through my clit at the request. “Yes.”
“That’s my naughty girl.”
I keep my injured leg still, but I move the other one aside and bend it at the knee. I draw my skirts up to my waist, showing him my slender legs, decorated with the stockings and garters.
“Good,” he croons. “Now show me that little pussy. Move your panties aside. There, that’s it. Check yourself and see if you’re wet.”
Swallowing, holding my panties out of the way, I probe the lips of my pussy, checking for dampness. “I’m wet,” I whisper.
“Fuck.” He leans forward and slides his thick middle finger right inside me. “Yes, you are.”
I’m mesmerized, hypnotized by the feeling of that single finger thrusting and swirling in my channel. My lips are parted, my cheeks hot with lust, and I know my eyes are probably glazing over. Beresford watches me, grinning with hungry delight at my reaction.
“You become so slick for me so quickly,” he murmurs. “We can’t stay away from the other guests for long, but I have this strange desire to know that you’re returning to your chair with my cum in your pussy. If you’ll indulge me in this, I promise todevote the entire duration of the mid-week gathering to your pleasure. I won’t come at all.”
“Not once?”
“Not if it kills me.”
I rather like idea of him pleasuring me all night while suffering the torture of his own desire without relief. It’s unexpectedly erotic.
“Agreed,” I say. “Let’s see how quickly you can fill me up.”
He gives a ragged laugh. “Seeing as I’ve been painfully hard for most of the night, it shouldn’t take long.”
“You have?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Your presence has that effect on me. When I was carrying you through the woods, I thought I might come in my pants. You have no idea how close I was to putting you against a tree and rutting you like a wolf in heat.”
A chill traces over my skin at the mention of wolves, but I’m immediately distracted as he unfastens his pants and brings out his cock. I tug my panties farther to the side, holding them clear of the area where he’ll be penetrating me.
He moves over my body, careful of my ankle, and he angles his hips so he can nudge the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy. He wiggles it there, right near my clit. When I throw back my head and whimper, he laughs, and that laugh does deliciously obscene things to me.
“I’m going inside you. There will be a little stretch,” he warns. “But you’ve taken me before. We both know you can do it.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”
His tip bulges through the small opening of my cunt, and he stays there for a moment, breathing hard, stroking his length with one hand. I’m leaning on both my elbows, sitting up just enough to see his big cock tucked inside me, stretching my pussy wide.
He pushes in a little farther, and I lie back, focusing on relaxing my thighs and my stomach. His big hand surges overmy breast, squeezing through the layers of clothing. I love the intimacy of his grasp, and my pussy softens in response.
“Yes,” he moans. “I’ve been yearning for this. Look at me, Sybil. Please. I need your eyes on mine.”
There’s a pathetic sweetness in his plea, which is so fucking hot coming from a powerful man like him. I lock eyes with him while he pushes deeper, and I watch his pupils dilate with the wonder of the pleasure he’s feeling. His lips part and his breath trembles as he loses himself inside me, thrusting with mindless, reckless, bestial need. It’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever witnessed.
