And with her pliant body cushioned against his, he realized Gina didn’t know the code to the park gate, anyway.
So, this would do. It was better, even. Hidden inside the arms of an ancient oak, nobody could see them here. No one would hear her cries when she came.
She taunted him, rubbing her sweet little ass against his dick. And after four months of pursuing her, Matt was done waiting. His baser nature prevailed and, wrapping her hair around his fist, he slammed himself home.
Fucking Christ.
Gina tightened around him, her silky, wet warmth fitting like a glove that was one size too small. Matt could stay here, inside her like this, not moving, and die a fortunate man. But the animal that dwelled within had other ideas.
He wanted to rut.
To conquer.
To claim.
Moonlight flickering through the leaves made patterns on her skin. He released her hair and watched it fall to the side, then pressed his fingers down her spine, tearing through the thin white straps that crisscrossed her back as he went. In appreciation of the delicate beauty before him, a growl rose from his chest. Matt tried to hold back, to keep himself in check, but he’d been wanting Gina for so long, and now, he’d never get enough of her.
He gripped her hips, driving his cock even deeper inside. Gina met him thrust for thrust, and every time, a sound he’d never heard before bellowed from deep inside her throat. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. A whimper? A cry? A moan? None of those were right, but no matter what the sound was, he didn’twant it to stop. They spurred him on, urging him to go faster. Harder. To make her come for him.
Sweat dripped from his brow to sting his eyes. Matt tipped his face up toward the sky and closed them, savoring the sublime sensations of her body. Gliding in warm butter, he could feel the tiny grooves of her wondrous walls stroke the head of his dick.
His pleasure and hers.
Submerged inside Gina, nothing else mattered.
Matt could feel it. Every ridge of her insides. Balls tightening, his cock heated and swelled. Close to the point of no return, he pressed into her clit as electrical pulses shot up his shaft, and that indescribable sound she made—a keening cry. It echoed in his ears, drowning out the roar that came with his release.
Matt lifted Gina into his arms, legs shaking, her knees close to buckling. He kissed her. And holding her close to his chest, he carried her home.
“What happens now?” she asked as he set her feet down on the mosaic tiles of his bedroom en suite.
Smiling, he plucked a twig from her hair. “Now, I get to take care of you.”
Gina clutched her dress to her breasts, her gaze clouding, as if she didn’t quite understand his meaning, and that was okay. He’d show her. The loving doesn’t end with an orgasm. It’s only the beginning.
Matt took her hands in his, and as he kissed her fingers, the tattered cloth she held within them drifted to the floor. He kissed her neck, along her jaw, and when he reached her tender lips, he whispered, “I love you.”
Skin to skin, he held her to his chest. With those enchanting eyes gazing up at him, her fingers twined in his hair, and he kissed her, soft and deep and slow. She was his now, and nothing could ever take her from him.
He reached into the walk-in shower and turned on the water. Then, taking Gina by the hand, Matt led her inside. She stood just out of the spray, watching him as he poured some Japanese hinoki body wash into his palm. “C’mere.”
Gina came closer, and starting at her nape, he massaged the fragrant cleanser into her skin. His fingers traveled over her shoulders, along her collar bone, and down between her breasts to her tummy. Gently, he pressed in until her shapely ass rested against his thighs.
With a dreamy sigh, her head fell onto his shoulder. “God, what are you doing to me?”
Fine mist falling onto her beautiful face, Matt poured more soap into his hands. “Has no one ever seen to your needs before?”
“No.”
“Then he was a fool.” He turned Gina to face him, his thumbs grazing her nipples, and she gasped. “But I’m not.”
His knees dropped to the tile floor, and with his soapy hands sliding between her thighs, Matt spread her legs apart. He buried his face in her pussy, inhaling the musky scent of what he’d left inside her, and, with no hesitation at all, his tongue sought her sweetness.
“Matt,” she squeaked, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “We just…”
But ravenous, he held her firm. Licking her slit. Slurping on her opening. Juice from her cunt flooded his mouth, and he groaned. Her thighs trembling, Gina held onto his shoulders. Matt pushed two fingers inside her, then with his free hand, retracted the hood of her clit, exposing the extra-sensitive glans. His lips brushed over the sentient nub of flesh before sucking it into his mouth. He held onto it with his teeth, all the while pumping his agile fingers in and out of her.
Gina’s knees gave way. Matt caught her, and easing her body down onto his, they lay together on the shower floor, its warm, gentle rainfall washing over them.
