My cock, already hard from racing, is eager to slide into his favorite place. It wouldn’t be out of the question to make it happen out here. It’s bitterly cold, but getting off quickly would ease my need for her until we got home.
As if my body agrees, my hands slip to her ass, kneading and smashing her against my pelvis. She moans, going a bit wild in response when she nips my tongue and moves her hands from my neck to my chest. With a soft push, she ends the kiss, leaving me a bit dazed and curious.
“Should we?”
With a naughty bite of her lower lip, her eyes staring into mine with so much heat, it’s not even a question. She’s getting fucked out here in the middle of the forest and on a cold December night.
“Definitely.”
My fingers are a bit stiff from the cold, and my back is tight, which is always the case when the weather changes. But none of that will stop me from a quick fuck. I debate how I should take her while she’s tugging down her pants over the top of her boots and giving me a flashback to that first time at World’s End.
While she’s busy working on her clothes, I undo my belt and pants and climb onto her ATV. My boots hitch on the front fenders, testing them for leverage while stretching my legs over the handlebars, making a perfect seat for her on my cock.
Her eyes are glued to me, watching my every move, including when I tug my pants over my thighs. My hard cock springs forth, pointing to the sky and waiting for his warm home.
“Ready for a lesson, Izzy?”
Her tongue slides over her lips, staring at my junk before waddling over. With her pants clustered at her ankles, we won’t have the most flexibility, but that will do, considering it’s freezing cold out here.
“Oh, is the teacher in session?”
She loves this game as much as I do. Role reversal. The same as the first time we fucked against my bike.
“For detention.”
The rasp in my voice is unintentional. My hand assisting her is not. It’s awkward with both of us breaking character to laugh while figuring out how to make this work. Once she has her legs bent, knees on each side of my thighs, and her boots tucked in between my shins, she slowly sinks on my awaiting shaft.
It’s fucking amazing.
The bite of cold plastic on my bare ass and the nip of winter air on my legs compared to her hot, wet pussy is what dreams are made of. Her arms wrap around my neck, and my hands hold her waist while both of us moan. Being inside her always quiets my brain, clearing out the noise so that it’s just her and me.
“Shit. You feel so fucking good.”
She shudders from the air or me, I don’t know.
“Diego . . .”
Her hips start grinding, and my fingers draw a loose circle around her skin, waiting to see if she wants my help.
Her eyes close. Her head tilts to the sky. Her mouth parts. She is breathtaking when taking me deep. In the beginning, I used to worry I’d hurt her or was too deep in her. That’s no longer a concern, she likes it all the ways I do. Never have I taken it too far with her, and I fucking love that.
“Yes?”
She sighs, her breath a cloud of white smoke above her as I kiss her exposed throat.
“Hold . . .”
Her chin drops, and her eyes flip open to bore into mine before her lips brush against mine once and then twice before separating again.
“Hold off on that lesson. I want to be in charge.”
Her words send a delicious shiver over my flesh.
I can’t help but challenge her gently.
“In charge of what?”
My waiting hands clench around her hips, raise her, and slam her back down on my cock to an audible moan. I continue doing it until her hands thread into my hair, yanking on the roots.
