But I feel his words on my chest, on the lacy neck of my summer dress showing a slight cleavage. My swollen breasts and my nipples perk up.
“You’re going to fuck me.”
A flush of arousal appears on his features. “Yeah. Tell me where.”
I don’t know how it’s possible for him to look so large and looming and inevitable like fate when he’s on his knees, but he does look like that.
He does look like my destiny.
He does look unstoppable, written in the stars, and I bite my lip for a second before saying, “In my pussy.”
His fingers twist my dress. “Yeah, in your tight little pregnant pussy. But tell me, Fae. Tell me if you think I’ll stop there.”
The lust in his eyes makes me squirm and somehow I know the answer. “You won’t.”
“No, I won’t. I want something else, don’t I?”
I nod, fisting his hoodie even tighter. “You do.”
“Tell me what. Tell me what I want, Fae.” His one hand creeps up and wraps itself around the back of my neck in a possessive hold. “Tell me what you’ll give me for the first time. Here.”
I know. I know.
I know what he wants from me. What he’s wanted for months now but for some reason, he won’t take it. For some reason, he’s always held himself back.
He’s always said that I wasn’t ready.
And God, I’ve told him a million times that I was ready.
That when he touched me there with his finger, grazed it or popped his thumb inside while fucking me doggy style, it felt so good. It made me explode and I wanted his cock in there too.
So when I tell him, I’m all breathless and wet between the legs. “My ass.”
His fingers squeeze my neck and his other hand slides away from my waist too, to go down to my ass and give that a big squeeze, making me go up on my tiptoes.
“Yeah, I want this.” Another squeeze. “I want your ass. I’m going to fuck it here, in these woods. Where you danced for me. Where I’ve imagined fucking you a million times.”
Just like that he gives me another piece of information, and I latch onto it. “You did?”
He kneads my ass again, rubbing the cheek through the fabric of my dress, inching it up, making it all wrinkled and messy. “Yeah, every time you danced for me. Every time you spun on your toes for me, I wanted to grab you. I wanted to grab your waist, bend you over my Mustang and flip up your dress. I wanted to stick my cock in you and fuck that fairy hole until you screamed. And no one would’ve heard you, if you had. No one would’ve come to save you if I wanted to fuck you and fuck you and come inside your sweet, innocent,sacredbody. I’ve wanted to do that a million times, Fae. Here, in these woods. I’ve wanted to trash that tight little temple between your legs and send you home to your four overprotective older brothers with my cum leaking out of it. To send them a message, see. To tell them that you’re mine. That tight little prize between your ballerina legs belongs to me. Fuck soccer. Fuck everything else. I just want that prized pussy for myself. That’s why I brought you here.”
I arch my body into his. I can’t help it.
I stick my tits out and rub my belly against his torso because he’s making me crazy now, gasping, “Roman.”
And he takes advantage of that.
He presses his stubbled face in between my breasts, rubs the soft skin with his jaw, sucks on it, sinks his teeth in the meat, leaving little love bites.
“That’s why,” he growls when he’s played out with them, when my breasts are all tender and achy and begging to be sucked on again. “Because I’ve thought about fucking you here a million times and I’m going to do it today. I’m going to take your virgin ass here. In these woods. Out in the open. Tell me you understand.”
I jerk out a nod, my fingers in his hair and my tits in his face. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’ll let me.”
God, is that even a question?
“Yes, I’ll let you.”
