Her breath catches as I stroke inside her knickers. “I’m not the only one.”
The hell with these.
I tug them aside, and my cock glides along hot, slick skin.
My god, the way I’d love to feel her without this bloody condom.
While in my bed.
With fairy lights around the room.
Rose petals.
But the music of the night—the evening chirps and songs of the night insects—that, I would keep.
“This feels like we’re hiding from our parents,” she whispers as she slides her body onto my cock.
My eyes cross yet again at the sensation of her pussy squeezing me. “As if we’re being bad?” I manage.
“So bad.” She nips at my ear, and then my jaw.
I thrust up into her, and have the pleasure of once more hearing her breath catch.
“Do you enjoy being bad?”
She rocks against my body, riding my thrusts as we fall into the easiest of rhythms that also has my balls tightening too quickly and my cock straining too hard.
Cannot. Disappoint.
Not tonight.
Not the first time.
Not with Bea.
“Always—a good girl.” She presses her hands to my chest and lifts herself, riding me harder.
“Always?”
She huffs out a laugh that turns to a gasp as I locate her breasts in the dark, jiggling beneath her dress as she rocks herself on my cock. “Al—oh god,pinch harder.”
I oblige her and roll her nipples tighter between my fingers and thumbs.
Her body jerks, and she grinds against me, rocking against my cock with untethered abandon. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
Sweat beads on my forehead. My arse and legs strain to keep up as she jerks above me. My poor cock has nearly had enough, and it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold out.
“Bea.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
“You’re welcome.”
Her answer startles a laugh out of me, but laughing makes my cock teeter more precipitously on the edge of release, and I suck in a gasp to try to regain control. “Bea?—”
“Is it as good for you?” She pushes my shirt aside and flicks her thumbs over my nipples, and it takes every ounce of control to not come on the spot.
