“More,” she whines, hips seeking, and I don’t know if she means more than what I said, or if she means she needs more in this moment.
Probably both.
My thumb presses on her clit over her panties, then down, pressing the fabric into her wet center. “Or do you want me to slide these over, fuck you right here on this swing?”
“Yes,” she says quickly, nodding, shifting to try to get my fingers inside of her. I slide her panties to the side, then slowly, torturously for both of us, slide two fingers into her center. She tightens, already drenched, and I groan as her wet heat envelops my fingers, knowing intimately what it feels like on my cock.
“Ride those, baby,” I murmur, and she does as I ask without hesitation. I watch in utter awe of her beauty as she shifts, lifting, then drops onto my fingers. The first time, a heavy breath leaves her lips. Then again…rise, fall…but this time, her head tips back, and a pleased sigh escapes. Rise, fall, a swivel of her hips as she tries to catch my thumb, to get some pressure on her clit, and she bites her lips, muffling a moan. I press my thumb to her clit, giving her what she wants for just a moment.
“Loud,” I say, voice firm.
“Leo—”
“Loud, Willa. You don’t hide that from me. I get everything from you,” I remind her of what I told her that very first night we were together.
‘Oh god,” she moans, the sound filling the night air, as I crook my fingers.
“There’s my girl.”
“Leo,” she mutters, breathing hard. My thumb swipes over her clit, and her fingers tighten around me, and I drop my head, groan into her neck at the mere feel of it. “I won’t…”
“Won’t what, baby?” I ask, lifting once more to take in her face, flushed, parted lips, heavy lids.
“I need you. I won’t last,” she mewls, rocking her hips despite the warning, trying to take herself there. The swing shifts with each of her movements, and I already anticipate what fucking her will be like.
“That’s good, baby, because I don’t want you to.”
Her head snaps up to glare at me, a spitfire even when I have her like this.
“Leo!”
“Because you’re going to come on my fingers just like this, fucking yourself, taking yourself there, and then when you’re still coming, you’re going to slide onto my cock and take me there.”
“Oh god,” she moans, and again, her body tells me just how much she likes it. I grin at her.
“Take me out,” I say, groaning as her hips move against me, brushing over my hard cock.
“What?”
“My hands are a bit busy, honey. Take me out, get ready to take me when you come.”
I don’t need to tell her again, and her body shifts once more, hips never stopping their undulation on my fingers, before her fingers fumble with my belt.
“Why the fuck are you wearing a belt?” she murmurs, desperation clear in her words, and I bite back a laugh.
“Next time you plan to fuck me on the porch, give me a heads up. I’ll make sure it’s easy access.”
“I was easy access for you. You should have known.” I grin then, wide, but the humor fades into a deep, uncontrollable groan when she finally pulls me out, her small hand tugging at my cock. Yeah, I’m gonna need this to speed up.
“Fuck, WIlla. I need you to get there quicker.”
“Just, just…” she says, panting, her hips moving quickly, now grinding insistently against my palm that is resting on her clit. ”Just fuck me.”
“Hell no,” I say. She stares at me, and I shift my hand, giving her more pressure, and that glare melts away, turning into a low, keening moan. “You’re far too pretty like this.” I’m tempted to tug the top of her dress down, since I noticed long ago she isn’t wearing a bra, and with the way she’s moving, it’s even more obvious. But I’m worried that if I let go of my grip on her, she might fall. And, even though we’re far off the beaten path, I wouldn’t put it past any of our crew to show up unannounced. Her floaty sundress covers most of what I’d be worried about, but any further, I feel like I should just take her inside.
“Leo,” she moans, hips rocking, and I put my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her in close. Her hand moves on my cock still, unable to keep a rhythm, but I don't care, as always, she feels like fucking heaven.
“Come on, baby, I know you like this, being my bad girl, riding my fingers outside. Anyone could come up the drive, you know,” I murmur into her ear, nipping at the lobe and smiling when her breath hitches, when she tightens around me. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing that anyone could find us out here?”
