He cups me through my panties where I’m throbbing, making my legs jump, go watery. “Please,” he rasps. “I’m dying to watch you come.”
I can’t think, undulating.
He grits out another “Please.”
“Yes.”
“Hands or mouth?”
I barely hear him, I’m so narrowed in on chasing the pleasure. “Yes.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s rolled us so that he’s beneath me, guiding me astride him, lifting me higher up his body, fingertips digging into the backs of my thighs. I raise a questioning brow when my legs are clamped around either side of his neck.
“Come here,” he says, pitch low, sliding the wet cotton strip of my underwear aside with one finger, another dragging up my center. He carefully inches me forward, guiding my body down, down, until I’m hovering over his mouth. “You’ll comehere.” I don’t want to apply all of my weight but he demands it, and the first lick of his tongue has me concerned I may not survive this night.
“Don’t you dare be gentle,” he orders when I rise back up so he can spread me with his fingers. “I’ve waited for you, for this. You’d better ride me like you mean it.”
His hooded gaze falls between my thighs, where the heat rushes, and I do what he says.
I seat myself on his mouth and begin to move, and it’s a good thing we’re hidden by the grass, by the night, because I might be too far gone to care if we’re visible from the road. My nipples are achingly hard where his mouth made them wet and then exposed them to the cooling air. A breeze stirs, ears freezing, lips full, warm, and roughed up from his stubble, clit throbbing. I don’t think, don’t see, don’t hear. There’s only Alex and his tongue,the pleasure he wrings, his hands guiding me up and down, back and forth.
When I’m close, I clench, and stop. Ease off.
“What are—” he begins as I tear my underwear off and turn around, unbuckling his pants. He jerks involuntarily when my hands skate across the hard ridge in his jeans. “Romina.” He can barely speak. “If you—”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, ifyouwant to. But you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel—”
I unzip him, shove his jeans down to his knees, and take him into my mouth.
Alex hisses. Thrusts. Moans. I suck, and his tongue finds my body again. He adds a finger. I work faster. We turn onto our sides.
Another finger.
I wrap a hand around the base of him, silky and pulsing. Alex pumps gently into my mouth, as restrained as he can achieve when I know he wants to go deeper, faster, while I rock against his tongue and hand. He’s thick and hard, so hard, I can feel he’s ready, trying to hold it back.
Three fingers, and I nearly black out.
My lips are a tight seal around him. I hear his heavy breathing as he bumps the back of my throat; his fingers curl deep inside me, hitting that spot with wonderful rhythm as he begins to suck my clit, steady and relentless. I swirl my tongue around the head of his shaft one last time and he tenses, then shudders. Releases. Knowing I made him come is what sends me over the edge completely. We’re gripping each other’s bodies tight, tight, pressing so hard,oh that pressure is delicious, I am tethered to him, I amfloating.
His eyes are fever-bright when I twist to face him again. He stares at me, then up at the stars. There’s a deep pang that sparks alive in the center of my chest, radiating outward. He catches my hands when I sway dizzily, interlocking our fingers. I have missed him terribly, I have expended so much energy suppressing it, and I can’t suppress it anymore. Emotions dear and tender and carried close to the heart are flowing over uncontrollably, streaming everywhere, from me into him.
I swallow, blinking back tears. Alex says nothing, only watches. Lifts a hand to my cheek, stroking softly. “Thatescalated fast. What are you thinking now?” I ask, voice a little wobbly.
“That I was going to sell this truck,” he replies, “but now I can’t. We put a dent in the roof.”
I laugh. He grins.
Slips his fingers into my hair. “That you’re beautiful,” he says, delicately. “That what we’re doing is probably illegal because we’re naked on private property, and I’m pretty sure there’s a speed trap by the bar a mile down the road.”
Nothing wakes you up quite like the prospect of a cop shining his flashlight at your bare tits. I remove myself from him and go hopping around for my bra. “I am so out of shape,” I lament. “My butt muscles are going to be feeling this for a while.”
He has the nerve to look proud.
I shove his jeans at him. “Look at us, in the middle of nowhere, getting each other off. Who’d have thought?”
“Anybody with eyes. Leave the underwear,” he says.
