He broke the kiss with a growl and spoke against my lips. “Fuck… I’ll never stop wanting you, Maeve.” He reached undermy coat for the snap on my jeans. “Lay back. I want to fuck you with my fingers.”
I lay back on the concrete platform without a whisper of complaint. My pussy was slick with need, my body humming with the desire to come.
“Are you warm enough?” He unzipped my pants and slipped his hand into my underwear.
“I am now,” I gasped as he stroked through the folds of my cunt.
“Jesus fuck, you’re wet.” He touched his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth, and I cried out as he pushed two fingers inside me.
I didn’t care that it was cold or that the concrete platform was hard under my back. I didn’t care that we were outside, in the middle of the woods, that if someone happened to be out for a winter walk they would find Bram finger-fucking me in broad daylight.
I cared only about his tongue sliding against mine, about the tunneling of his fingers through the channel of my throbbing pussy. It felt right that we were outside in the wilderness, our surroundings as wild as what had grown between us.
I fumbled for the zipper on his jeans and wrapped my hand around his engorged shaft. He was so big, so long and thick, that my cunt clamored to be filled by him.
He groaned into my mouth and broke our kiss, then dropped his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, Maeve… Fuck. I love the way your hand feels around my cock.”
We were stretched out side by side, Bram’s jacket a meager defense against the cold concrete, but I might as well have been surrounded by a blazing fire. All I felt was hunger, need, lust.
Love.
He slipped a third finger into my pussy and stroked my clit with his thumb.
“Oh god…” I moaned. “That feels so good.”
“Not as good as it feels for me,” he said against my neck. “I fucking love feeling your pussy around my fingers, around my dick.”
He made circles on my clit, his fingers picking up a rhythm through my cunt, and I stroked his shaft faster, loving the way he got bigger and harder in my palm.
He pulled back to look down at me and I met his gaze as I rode the heel of his hand, moving my hips to get maximum friction, maximum penetration.
“You look so beautiful when you’re about to come, Maeve. And youareabout to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t look away as the pressure built at my center. “I want you to come too.”
“Oh, I’m going to come,” he said. “How could I resist with your sweet hand jerking me off? But this isn’t it, because after I come with you here I’m going to take you home, strip you naked and keep you to myself for the day, bury my face in that sweet cunt, drink you dry, pound into you until you come so hard you can’t walk for a week.”
I didn’t know whether it was the promise of what was to come or the way he drove his fingers into me or the frantic stroke of his thumb on my clit or the feel of his huge cock swelling under my control — maybe all of the above — but I fell apart all at once, my body quaking with the force of the orgasm that tore through me.
I didn’t care that I made noise, my cries echoing through the woods around us as Bram’s semen spilled onto my hand. He groaned, jerking into my hand while he shoved his fingers roughly inside me, the strokes of his thumb on my clit extending the orgasm until I felt like I’d never stop falling through space.
We were both gasping when it was over, and he dropped his head to my chest, his fingers still hot against my pussy while we tried to catch our breath.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I was finally coherent enough to speak.
To remember what he’d said.
“You really love me?”
He lifted his head to look into my eyes. “I really love you.”
“I really love you too.”
“Good. Now let’s go home and fuck for real before I lose my mind.”
32
POE
