My fingers slipped inside her, thrusting hard and fast until she was whimpering and pushing me away, only to turn her back on me, bend forward, and lean on the bike.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my hand went automatically to her ass, massaging it before giving her a playful slap.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice raw with need.
And, well, I couldn’t deny her what she wanted, now, could I?
I stepped closer, sliding my cock up and down her wet cleft for a minute just to watch how she wiggled and squirmed.
Only then did I slam deep inside her, feeling her tight, hot walls close around me as her moan filled the night air.
There was no exploring this time, no building of intimacy. It was pure, raw desire as I grabbed her hips, slamming her back against me each time I thrust forward.
Dylan’s moans were unfiltered as she got closer and closer. One arm reached back, grabbing my forearm, as if she needed the connection, while she tightened around me. Then, with a cry that I would remember for the rest of my fucking life, she came. Her whole body shuddered as her pussy clenched around me over and over.
I damn near came with her right then.
But before I could even think about it, she was straightening, then making me slide out of her as she turned.
The heat in her eyes was scorching as she grabbed me, pulling downward until I did what she wanted.
I got down on the ground.
Then she was climbing over me, her molten gaze holding mine as she grabbed the base of my cock, holding onto it as she positioned herself, then slid down onto me.
Her head fell back, a raw, almost pained sound escaping her.
My hands went to her hips, giving them a squeeze.
Her gaze slid back to mine.
Then, eyes locked, she started to ride me hard and fast, the need still as desperate as she’d been a few moments ago.
As for me, I just enjoyed the fucking show.
Because I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything as beautiful as her riding me right then—her dark eyes needy, her face blooming pink with pleasure, her full lips falling open with moans that grew louder with each passing moment.
I felt the switch, the tightening, the way every muscle in her body contracted.
Her hands reached downward a bit frantically, reaching for my hands on her hips, then sliding her fingers between mine, holding on. Only then did she come, crying out, pulsing, trembling.
Like she needed the connection first.
And I couldn’t hold off anymore at that.
I jerked upward and came while she was still clenching around me.
I slipped my hands from between hers, pulling her downward until her face was nestled in my neck, her breath warm on my skin, her body covering mine.
Neither of us seemed in a hurry to move as my hands slid up and down her back, over her shoulders, through her hair.
“We’re going to be so filthy,” she said, face still buried in my neck.
“Hm?” I asked, too distracted by how right this felt to understand her meaning.
“The ground. It’s so dry. We’re going to be completely covered in dust.”
“Got a long drive back to the hotel to blow off.”
