“Jesus, you’re so beautiful like this,” he husks, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his fingers plucking at the budded nipples. It sends jolts of pleasure right to my clit and I cry out, rubbing his shaft between my wet folds.
“Don’t make me stop. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I plead as he sits up, banding an arm across my back.
“Don’t stop,” he husks against my throat as I rock against him. “No more waiting. No more being a good guy. Take me inside, Kiera.”
Whimpering, I push his swollen crown to my wet entrance, moaning as he fills me. Dipping my head, I cradle his face as I cover his mouth with mine. He tastes sweet like the marshmallows and chocolate we had last night. His big hands grip my hips as I start to slide down slowly, the pleasure-pain of him stretching me, making me gasp as I take him as deep as I can.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, settling on his lap as he fills me.
“Ah, hell,” he grunts against my throat, fingers digging into my skin as I bounce a little, chasing friction, the push-pull of him stroking in and out of me. “You fit me so good. Look at me, Kiera. Need to see your eyes, baby.”
Sitting back, I hold his gaze as I start to move. I go slow at first, pushing until his crown rubs at my clit, then dropping, the slow drag delicious. I speed up, moving faster, rocking forward and back, taking him deeper and deeper.
It is even better than I imagined it. And I have imagined him inside me at least a hundred different ways. I am so full, so tethered to him, so locked in the moment of becoming one with him. It is perfect, the quiet field, the warm sunshine, the smell of earth, his hard body pressed against me as I move.
“Yes,” I pant as I rock faster, chasing the pleasure that flickers to life inside of me once he touches me. “Yes, yes, Killian, please,” I plead, throwing my head back as I bounce faster. Now the air is harsh with our sounds, with the smack of my backside against his thighs, his rough breathing.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby. Ride my cock, Kiera. Fucking beautiful. Come on my cock, let me feel you choke me with this tight pussy.”
“Yes! I’m coming. Oh...oh, yes!” I scream, throwing my head back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes down on me.
Before it ends, he takes over, sitting up to pin me beneath him. I gasp as he pushes my thighs back and pounds into me with a savageness that is so hot, a second orgasm working its way through me. His eyes are dark, almost black, his body coiling tight as he thrusts and thrusts, grunting as my pussy flutters around his cock. I want him to come; I need it, I crave it.
“Come inside me,” I plead with a gasp. “Come inside me, Killian.”
“Hell, yes, I’m coming. Going to fill your little pussy up,baby. Jesus, take every fucking drop of me. It’s fucking yours. Ah, fuck, Kiera!”
His hips pump a few more times, but he goes off, jerking inside of me as he comes. It is hot as it spills out of me, soaking my thighs. I want to be sticky with him, just the way I love how he marks my skin anytime he has a chance to. It’s a stamp of ownership, of how I belong to him. And I definitely do.
Rolling off me, he lies beside me in the grass where we set up camp. Reaching out, he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. Staying connected to me anyway he can. It makes me smile. Makes my heart swell with affection. An affection that swells, grows, and fills me up a little more each day.
“That was...” I whisper before I realize I don’t have words for it.
“Yeah, it was,” he responds as we struggle to catch our breath.
Turning towards him, I cuddle up at his side, trying to find the words I want him to hear. The right ones. Ones that will tell him how huge this was for me. How good it was, how it was everything I hoped it would be. Would he even believe me if I tell him it was the sweetest sex I have ever had? Is that something he would want to hear?
Before I can figure out what to say—or if Ishouldsay anything—he moves. Wordlessly he gathers our things, packing them into the jeep. Sitting up, I tug the thin blanket he left me with around me. I am unsure what to say for different reasons now. What is wrong? What is happening right now?
“Is... i-is something wrong?”
Killian stops, his body tensing before he turns to me, shaking his head. But there is something storming in his eyes. Standing, I let the blanket drop at my feet, ignoring that he pulled on sweats. Going to him, I press close, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands. He does not pull away, but there isstill distance between us I hate.
“No, baby. Nothing is wrong. I just...that was...just now it was...it was everything and I can’t even...I don’t know how to say or show or...”
Nodding at him, I press gentle fingers to his lips. Sighing, I press close, and he wraps his arms around me. I pull him close, pushing up on my bare feet to press my lips to his. All that tension, all that question and confusion, it melts from him all at once.
Bending a little, he scoops me up the way he has a hundred times before. It feels different. Desperation is in his touch as he stalks to the jeep, setting me on the high fender. Stepping back, he pushes at his sweats, and I reach between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. He hisses and dips his head, spitting on the thick, velvety hardness, then spitting on my bare pussy.
Grabbing me roughly, he lifts me with his forearms beneath my knees, and then drives up into me in one swift move. I cry out as he fills me, still tender from our lovemaking moments ago. Pinning me against the jeep, he pounds into me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he fucks me hard.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my body shaking against the jeep. “Don’t stop, take...take what you need. Take it, baby. It’s yours, I am yours.”
“Fuck. Say it again. I need to hear it, I need to know. Say the words.”
“I belong to you, Killian. I swear, I do,” I promise against his lips before he growls and kisses me hard, deep, fighting for control of the kiss.
I am slammed against the jeep as he pulls out of me, spinning me. Pushing me over the hood, he grabs me hard and slams into me from behind. I claw at the metal beneath me as I am rocked against it, his thrusts savage, wild. Bending over me, he whispers against my neck as he pumps harder and harderinto me.
