“When we have kids, they’ll have to know about the day that gets to share their Daddy’s birthday, which will always come first,” I assure him and consider if I’ll need to change every calendar in town to get the point across.
I can feel how thick and hard he is underneath me as I pull the blanket around us, wanting to feel like the rest of the world can’t touch us. Because it can’t.
My lips meet his, and something ignites between us and catches. My hips rock against his and swaying us gently with the motion. His hands are everywhere and when he slides his palms up my thighs, I know what he’s going to find.
The moment he finds me bare and wet, he plunges two fingers inside of me. My back arches and my hair flies back as my thighs shake.
“I need you inside me,” I pant out the words, my hips grinding down as I take his fingers deeper.
“Arden,” he barks out my name and my eyes snap open. When I meet his amber gaze, it’s intense. Demanding. Needy.
I breathe out, “I want this. I want you. I’m ready for everything.”
He groans and then he’s practically ripping my shirt up and over my head. Where it lands is a problem for tomorrow, in the daylight. Hopefully, it’s nowhere embarrassing, but I’ll live with it.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “your breasts are perfect.”
His head dips and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, the cool night wrapping around us and helping to cool my overheated skin. It’s the way I always feel around him, and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.
I push the sweatpants he has on down enough to free his cock. I grip the base of his shaft and give a squeeze that pulls a low groan from the back of his throat. It makes me feel powerful.
But I’m also feeling far too empty.
“You better slide down my cock, Sunflower,” he warns me with a growl.
The crown of his cock is an angry purple color and he’s leaking pre-cum. I’m tempted to taste him but my pussy clenches and my clit throbs. I need him inside me.
As I hover above him, we lock eyes before I sink down his length slowly. The stretch is so damn good. I moan out his name, Sagebrush the only witness to the connection between us.
His large hands clamp down on my hips, and he holds me in place for a moment while his nostrils flare and his jaw clenches. I lean forward and lick along his neck, right where his muscles are strained and corded.
Ford lets out a grunt and then he’s using his grip on me to move me up and down, riding him slowly at first, but it’s not enough.
For either of us.
Whenever I rise, his length glistening with my arousal, I slam back down, the jolt of it runs through me and makes my nipples harden even further. The bite of it. It’s delicious.
“That’s it,” his words coax me, my hips moving faster and harder, “take your pleasure from me. You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are right now, Arden. Wild. Mine.”
He grunts and I swear I can feel his cock swell inside me. I know how close he is and I’m right there. Almost. Right there.
When Ford reaches between us and flicks my clit, I shatter.
The only thing keeping me from falling off his lap is the way he’s bouncing me on his cock and holding me in place.
My hair tumbles, an unrestrained mess of strands. I huff and blow it out of my face, my body still trembling and riding through the last of my orgasm.
Then Ford growls, “You ready to take more of my cum, Sunflower?”
“Yes,” I gasp as warmth fills me and he grunts and hisses, his grip on my body tight while he holds me down on his lap to ensure he’s as deep inside of me as possible.
I find Ford’s deep voice telling me about his cum and where he’s putting it, especially now that he voiced how we’ve been completely unprotected, to be insanely sexy. My pussy clenches around his length as he empties himself inside me.
When I’m a boneless mess, he pulls the blanket back up and around me, protecting me from the cool night air. But his body heat is enough for me.
“When is your birthday?”
“Christmas Day,” I mumble the words, the blissed out feeling making my blinks a little long.
