Jesus, someone with this many freckles shouldn’t be saying those words. I’m already stiffer than a post as I take my dick out, wrapping my fingers around it.
Blake licks her lips, and damned if that doesn’t get me even harder.
She reaches for her backpack and pulls it toward her by the strap while I sit there with my dick in hand, watching her remove a small blue pouch and unzip it. When she stands, she’s holding a condom.
I raise a brow. “Were you planning to seduce me on our hike?”
She smiles. “No, it’s my emergency pouch. It has everything in it. I brought it for the lip balm, but we might as well take advantage ofthe condom.”
“Might as well,” I agree, even as I worry this is a bad idea. Which is ridiculous, really. We’ve been fooling around every day. Sex shouldn’t make a difference. But it does.
She tosses me the plastic packet. I catch it but don’t rip it open yet. I’m too distracted by her undressing. She peels off her top, revealing the skimpy triangle bra underneath. Then she takes that off too, baring her breasts at the exact moment that lightning strikes again, brightening the shadowy space we’re occupying to offer a perfect view of her perfect nipples.
My mouth runs dry. I can’t tear my eyes off her. She undoes her shorts, wiggles out of them. Panties disappear next. She’s fully naked when she climbs into my lap, and I’m shaking again.
Resting her hands on my shoulders, she presses her lips to mine in a slow, teasing kiss. A hint of tongue and a lot of temptation. I could probably stop this now before we let it get too far, but I don’t want to. Instead, I thread my fingers through her hair, tighten it in my fist, and bring her face even closer, deepening the kiss.
I swallow her quiet whimper. I’m obsessed with every sound that escapes her lips. I want to kiss every inch of her body, but there isn’t much of an opportunity for foreplay here. Not on this dirt-covered floor. It’s also uncomfortable as hell, but it’s difficult to dwell on that when her hands are roaming my bare chest. Then I blink and she’s pushing me down onto my back.
I shove my backpack under my head as she eases my pants and boxer briefs off my hips. I run my fingers over her skin. It’s impossibly soft, like silk beneath my fingertips, which are calloused and rough from years of playing guitar. It feels criminal to be scraping them over her perfect flesh.
I kick off my pants, and something sharp digs into my bare ass.Maybe a pebble, hopefully not a rusty nail. I don’t care, because I’m rock-hard and Blake is putting a condom on me. She rolls it down my shaft and squeezes, igniting a burst of pleasure.
When I reach between her legs to test her readiness, I discover that she’s soaked. Jesus. She’s never been this wet before. She lowers herself onto me, letting my cock slip in one inch at a time until I’m so deep inside her, I feel like she’s a part of my body. It feels as incredible as I knew it would. A feeling of complete…fucking…belonging.
For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Just here. Inside this girl.
Her pussy grips me like a hot glove, squeezing my shaft and rippling around me each time she rises and then sinks down again.
“Feels so good,” she whispers. Her hair falls like a curtain over us as she bends down to brush her lips over mine.
“Yeah?” I whisper back. “You like that dick?”
She moans, and I swallow the sound with another tongue-tangling kiss. Then I break away and watch her as she starts to move. She rides my dick slowly, drawing out every tight glide, every rotation of her hips each time she’s seated fully. Her pussy is so tight and warm, and I suddenly curse the condom, because I can’t feel her wetness, but Iseeit clinging to the latex every time she lifts up. I want to feel her soaking my dick, damn it.
When her eyes close, I keep one hand on her hip but slide the other up to her face, cupping her cheek. “Keep your eyes open.”
Her eyelids flutter open.
“I want you to look at me as you fuck me, okay?”
She nods wordlessly, and I stroke her hip in encouragement, groaning my approval when she rides me a little faster. I need her to come. I’ve seen what she looks like when I send her over the edge with my tongue, my hand, my fingers. Now I need to know what it’s likewith my cock lodged inside her.
My breathing goes shallow as her hips undulate in a slow, dirty rhythm. That pebble digs into my ass cheek again, bringing a sharp sting that matches the sting of pain in my chest when Blake’s nails scrape my pecs a bit too hard. Her face is flushed. Hips moving faster.
“That’s it,” I urge. “I don’t come until you do.”
The noises she’s making are a goddamn symphony. I want to record them, listen to them when I’m alone, inject her melody into my blood.
I don’t know how I’m managing to stave off my release. My balls are aching, so tight they’ve damn near disappeared. Every drop of blood in my body is concentrated in my dick. Her pussy feels so good surrounding me, it brings black dots to my vision. I resist the urge to thrust upward and fuck her senseless. This is her show, her pace, and I’m just lucky enough to be here.
But then she lets out an anguished moan and bends over me again, her lips finding mine in a desperate kiss before she says, “Stop holding back.” She buries her face in my neck. “Fuck me back, damn it.”
The plea breaks the dam inside me. I lift my hips and drill into her hard, drawing a choked groan from her lips. Meeting her thrust for thrust, all I can hear is the sound of the rain on the walls and roof and Blake’s sweet moans and hushed gasps. And then finally, her hoarse cry of release as she comes all over my dick.
It’s the permission I need to let go. My fingers dig into her waist as the orgasm shudders through me and spills into the condom.
As my heartbeat regulates, I realize the storm has calmed as well, the thunder trailing off into distant grumbles. Rain still taps the windows, but it’s quiet, lazy almost. Even the darkness has lifted, the afternoon sun peeking back out and spilling shafts of gold light through the cracks of the lighthouse.
