"Sure." We unbuckle our seatbelts, and I shift closer to him. "But what do you mean it's too late formeto walk around?"
He tilts the bench seat back, pulling me into his arms. "I've grown up walking around these woods. If I trip, a face full of dirt is my own fault. Plus, I'm as solid as one of the trees."
His hand slips under my shirt, caressing my lower back and side. His warm hand feels so good against my skin. "But if you were to fall or get hurt, I'd never forgive myself."
That's sweet, but I don't know that I want him to think I'm fragile. Before I can think of a way to tell him that, his hand slips forward, gently meandering around my ribs. "I want to touch you everywhere, Lynn."
Instead of speeding up, my heart simply gets louder. Thumpier. His thumb runs along the lower edge of my bra. "Is there anywhere I shouldn't—"
"Yes." His hand snaps back a few inches, misunderstanding me. "I mean, yes, I want you to touch me everywhere. Anywhere you like."
He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, lips trailing along my neck. We shift so that I'm sitting in his lap, and I choke back a gasp from the feeling of him against my hip.
He's hard. For me. My body arouses his. Of course that's a natural reaction, but it doesn't feel natural to me. It feels like the universe is unfurling and showing me a brand new secret.
A whole new part of it, reserved for women who apparently have boyfriends, all of a sudden.
I've never been as attracted to a man as I am to Ansel, which might be why I'm feeling true arousal for the first time. Now would be a good time for my body to take over and my mind to check out. Or at least to sit quietly in the corner with some chamomile tea.
"You can stop me at any time if you change your mind," he says gently, as his fingers sneak inside the bottom of my bra to caress my breast.
I don't want him to stop. Something about his touch is like a tranquilizer laced with electricity. My senses are running at fever pitch. Every caress of his skin against mine makes me melt more against him. Ansel's body is firm and well muscled, yet the way he holds me is unbelievably tender.
He nips at my chin, pressing a line of kisses along my jaw as his thumb circles my nipple. I giggle as he lifts me, switching me to the other side so that I'm sitting on his left leg. His left hand glides into my shirt again, as his right hand plays with the button of my jeans.
"Yes," I whisper, opening my thighs slightly.
He grins, unfastening first the button and then the zipper, then I feel his fingertips slowly caress my skin. Sliding lower and lower, he slips his fingers into my panties at the same time that his tongue enters my mouth. My fingers tremble as I caress the back of his neck. I am completely on board with what he's doing.
It's the hottest moment of my life, as Ansel groans into my mouth. "So hot," he murmurs. "So beautiful and sexy and sweet."
As his fingers push deep into my inner folds, I gasp at how wet I am. "It feels like you need this, baby."
I do. I really do. My thighs spread wider, his hard length rubbing against my hip. Shuddering as he lightly pinches my nipple, I try not to cry out. Then I gasp as he coats his fingertips in my juices, spreading the moisture around as he finds the little nub of nerves that makes my entire body jerk and jolt.
"Easy," he murmurs, shifting me away from his erection while moving my legs to make more room for his large hand. He cups my entire pussy for a moment, then explores slowly, listening to my breath as it becomes more ragged.
Instead of tensing up as I usually do, my body softens, and my hips begin to rock restlessly as the base of my spine begins to tingle.
"Try to relax, gorgeous." He kisses along my cheekbone, my temple. "I'd really like you to come in my arms."
"I'll try."
He chuckles, nuzzling my neck as I gasp, his finger slipping inside my inner lips. "Don't try. Just let it happen."
It's amazing. Having his finger even slightly inside me feels like crossing into new territory. Achieving a level of intimacy that I'd only thought about in an abstract way that would happen someday, with the right guy. Apparently someday is today, and the right guy is Ansel.
He sinks a bit deeper, easing the thick tip of his finger in and out slowly as his thumb grazes the base of my clit. Then he flicks up against it, igniting every nerve as my fingernails prick his skin.
"I think that's the magic button." He experiments by doing it again while roughly brushing against my nipple. My hard shudder makes him grin. "Yep, definitely the magic button."
He finds a slow, lazy rhythm, grazing my skin while nibbling along my throat and ear. "So beautiful," he barely breathes. "Does this feel good, gorgeous?"
"Yes." I barely have enough air to form the word. Everything begins to overload, my throat and cheeks flushing as my stomach muscles contract.
"That's it." Ansel sounds as wound up as I am. "Just breathe, baby. Just let go for me."
A low, strangled moan erupts from my throat as my body shakes from head to toe. The climax is long and drawn out as it crashes over me like waves. There is no thought, only sensation. Only bliss and burning and absolute perfection.
