The change in Alex’s breath made her pause, the sharp intake reminding her of where they were. “Here?” she whispered. “Are we going to do this here?”
He nodded, his hands moving to her back and undoing her bra, leaving her naked from the waist up. “No one can see.” His eyes dropped to her chest. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Abby.”
She pushed away the doubt and the wave of self-consciousness and let him have his fill.
“You’re not bad yourself, Alex Maynard.”
His grin was dirty, his hands shifting to the button of her jeans. “I want these off.”
“Say the magic word.”
“Orgasm.”
He tipped back his head and laughed.
“Shhhh,” Abby brought a finger to his lips. “Someone will hear.”
“This is Severton, sweetheart. Everyone over the age of twenty-one will know by morning anyway. Something to do with how the moon hangs.”
And her jeans were undone, and she was stepping out of them, saturated with need and drunk with desire. She made their next kiss fierce, tired of being the quiet wallflower who disappeared into the background. Abby was tired of hiding, tired of not even allowing herself to want, so instead she took.
Nimble fingers undid his belt, one hand managing the button and zipper the other running up and down the length of his cock over his underwear. She heard a growl from him, felt his eyes on her and her nipples tightened even more, his reaction eliciting more dampness between her legs.
“I want this.” The words were for her as much as him.
“Good. Because it’s all I’ve been able to think about all evening. I wanted to punch Jake when he kept touching you.”
“Think about me, not Jake.” She pushed his jeans and boxer briefs further down his legs, then focused her attention on his cock, its hardness silken steel in her hand.
She was pushed back against the thick trunk of the tree, Alex’s hands setting her skin on fire, his fingers starting to play around her entrance, teasing her clit, dipping into her wet heat.
“You’re soaked.” He paused his kiss, his voice low and gruff.
Abby could hear the need in it, could tell that he was holding back and she didn’t want him to.
“Because I want you.” She put her hands on his hips and lifted a leg, wrapping it around his waist, angling herself so his cock was pressing against her centre. She needed him to lift her slightly, to hold her while he pushed into her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she throbbed, needing release.
Needing it from him.
Mouths clashed, it was messy and hard and there was no thought now, just feeling. Alex did lift her, holding her against the smooth bark. Both her legs wrapped around him and she used a hand to guide him into her, feeling the stretch as she accommodated his size.
His groan as he sank her down on his cock was full of ecstasy. Large strong hands held onto her hips as he started to move in and out of her, the base of his cock hitting her clit, the sensitive point inside her releasing every endorphin, and making her pulse with pleasure, her pussy contracting and her cries filling the night.
Alex’s forehead rested against her as he gave two, then three more thrusts deep inside of her before she felt that throb and the warmth of his cum spill inside her. She clung onto him, unable to speak, not wanting to lose his touch.
He shifted her further against the tree, his own body sagging slightly. His eyes were dark still, the desire still there, not yet completely sated but it was mixed with something else instead.
“I need to get you home. Clean you up.” His words rumbled through her and she found herself holding onto him a little more.
“Does that mean you’ll wash my back.”
“Everywhere. Then I think there should be a line about getting you dirty again, but soft sheets and a mattress means I can keep it a little more gentle.” He eased out of her, placing her down on the ground, moving her sandals closer.
She slowly pulled clothes back on, aware of the wetness between her legs and enjoying it, still feeling the pulse of both their orgasms. “I like it both ways.”
He looked up at her from fastening his belt. “I want to find out how else you like it.”
“Good.”
