“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Yeah, doit.”
It was all here—her lips, slick and soft. Her clit, a little bead, higher up than I’d imagined, and there… I shuddered as my middle finger slid easily inside her. I pictured my cock doing this and it didn’t seem possible. “I can’t fit in here. My cock can’t, Imean.”
She was breathing too hard to talk, her hips lifting to meet my hand as I fucked intoher.
“Sosmall.”
“It wouldwork.”
“You think?” She shook when I flicked my thumb against her clit, so I did it again and again, quick and hard. “I don’t even think I could get the headin.”
It took me a second to realize that one of her hands had left my shoulder to slide up under her shirt. I followed it up, laid my fingers against hers and took in the way she touched herself. A hard, thorough pinching, twisting, through herbra.
It was sexy as hell, but I needed more skin. Roughly, I reached for the bottom of her bra—a stiff wire—and yanked itup.
A loud, exhaledpuhleft my lips. I had a hand on her pussy and another on her breast. My cock was aching to be a part of this, but I was so far from complaining. “You know how long I’ve waited forthis?”
“Why?”
I tightened my hold on the tender swell in my palm, lifted it, bent down and licked hernipple.
“Don’t get out much.” I pulled back. No more mouth. If I licked or sucked or tasted her, this would end righthere.
“You’ve had opportunities, though.” I could hear the smirk in her voice, along with something else. Hesitation,maybe?
“Didn’t wantthem.”
“You wantme.”
“Hell, yes.” Her pussy was wet, with this area…rough, almost pebbled. “This your g-spot?”
“Not…notsure.”
I put pressure there and the noise she made told me itwas.
“You want anotherfinger?”
She nodded against myshoulder.
I slid in a second finger, slowly, so I could enjoy every second of this. “Jesus, this is hot.” The sound of my finger in her wetness was pure pornography. I could live off the memory of this for ages.Sensationafter so many years of words andsounds.
“You feel amazing.” I quickened my thumb until she was just one big, moaning mess, tightening around me andthen—
“Zach.”
I slowed, loving the sound of my name. Did she want me tostop?
“Faster.Please.”
I picked up speed, fingers fucking, thumb brushing, my cock pressed against the porch railing, me rutting up against it like a wild man. One of her hands worked at her tit, the other one was clenched tight in the hair at the nape of myneck.
It felt big, all of this, outside in the woods, the air cool and fresh, no sound but the occasional hoot of something nocturnal and the very distant sound of a car. I could smell grilled meat and the addictive perfume of her body, all of it working toward a climax of epic proportions. Hers, mine, it didn’t matter, but the crescendo washuge.
Finally, frantic, she yanked me toward her, hard, put her open mouth to mine, and fed me her orgasm, her body tensed up so hard it had tohurt.
After a few seconds, one of her hands went to where mine was still wrenching the pleasure from between her legs, and stoppedme.
She was out of breath when she spoke, her body shaking in my arms. “Holy crap, Zach. Thatwas…”
