“Why not?” I grumble against her skin, biting down on her throat. It’s not enough to hurt her, just enough to let her know that I have no intention of letting go now.
“Because we’re in a public space.”
“It’s not public,” I chuckle, pulling back a little. My hands roam her inner thighs under the little dress she’s wearing, squeezing the supple flesh. She pants a little, her cheeks tinted in the prettiest shade of pink, her eyes shining with desire. “I bought this piece of land. No one will come here, Butterfly.”
Her eyes lift up. “What? How the hell did you manage to do that?”
I shrug. “It’s a secret. But it’s not a lie. No one is going to see us here.”
With a chuckle, Blair cups my cheeks, inching closer to me. Our faces are barely apart, her breath hitting my lips. But her eyes — God, those eyes. They’re filled with so much love, adoration, and emotions that threaten to overflow from her. She writhes above me, trying to mold her body against mine. My hand goes from her thigh, to the back of her head, clasping around her hair. Without missing a beat, I pull her toward me, kissing her like I’ve never kissed her before. That taste, that sensation that runs through my veins when my Blair is in my arms is something that I’ll never get tired of.
Each and every single time, it gives me goosebumps. It gives me hope that the darkness in this world is a little lighter with her by my side. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and I even try to fight the moan that falls into the kiss, my grip on her hair tightening a fraction.
Blair lets go of my cheeks, slowly unbuttoning her dress. I’m the one to break the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch asshe undresses, right here in the middle of the forest, with the view of New York below us.
The dress falls from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Her body is covered in goosebumps when the wind wafts, her body shuddering. She looks directly into my eyes while she removes the bra, and I’m just itching to touch, to kiss, to bite. But I don’t. I’m waiting for her to let me, and the wait is slowly starting to kill me.
I clench my jaw, eyes glued to her chest. Blair chuckles, the tip of her index finger landing underneath my jaw, tilting my head upward, until I’m forced to meet her eyes. There’s a small, almost mischievous smirk on her lips, and when she tilts her head, giving me a small wink, I know I’m done for.
“Blair,” I croak. “Please.”
“Yes, you can touch me,” she laughs, and even before she finishes the sentence, I’m all over her.
My lips find her erect nipple, sucking on it vigorously. My free hand kneads her other breast, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The flavor of her skin sends my mind into a frenzy. I roll her nipple between my fingers, pulling on it lightly, provoking that soft moan from her. I suck on her, like I’m a desperate beast — which, for her, I definitely am. Blair fumbles with the belt, trying to tug on it without success. My hand leaves her breast for a moment, helping her to free my cock from the shackles of my clothes.
There’s no time for me to get my pants off, so I just unbutton and unzip them, pulling my cock out, and it’s already as hard as a rock, the precum dripping down the tip.
My head falls back, eyes snapping shut when Blair wraps her hand around the base, gently tugging on it. She’s doing it onpurpose — just to tease me, to test the limits, and to see how much she can push me before I snap. Unfortunately for her, I’m a master of self-control when needed, so she won’t quite get what she wants.
“Arlo,” she speaks, the tone soft and tender. My eyes peel open, staring directly into her eyes.
“Yes, Butterfly?”
“I need you.”
“Yeah?” I smirk, slowly lifting her off me — just enough for her to pull her underwear to the side. “What happened to the whole ‘we’re not doing it here’ part?”
Blair looks at me through narrowed eyes, aligning the tip of my cock against her. In one swift motion, she slides down onto me, and the sound that leaves my throat can only be described as animalistic. Blair moans, her eyes snapping shut for a moment. She doesn’t waste any time, though, her hands landing on my shoulders. Slowly, she finds a rhythm that works for her, moving up and down on me.
The sound of our bodies colliding is all I can focus on, looking at her through hazy eyes. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. The flush of her cheeks, the shine in her eyes, the way her lips part in pleasure when I hit the sweet spot inside of her makes me go feral. My hands are on her hips, guiding her movements, but it’s not enough for either of us. I grip the flesh, and start bouncing her up and down on my cock, enjoying the thrilling sound of her loud moans that could, no doubt, reach people below.
“Arlo,” she moans, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders. “Please.”
“Yes, Butterfly?”
“More,” she gasps, trying to get air inside her lungs. “I need more.”
“Your wish is my command,” I murmur, adjusting my grip on her.
My hips are rocking in the same rhythm as her movement on top of me, the feeling of her body pressed tightly against mine making my cock twitch inside of her, a deep growl slipping my throat. She’s as close as humanly possible to me, her chest pressed against mine, my lips attached to the side of her neck. I don’t even count how many bruises, love bites and marks I’m leaving behind, all I know is that I can’t stop giving her those. I want her all marked up as mine.
“You’re all mine,” I whisper, the depth of the promise reaching her ears. “Only mine.”
“All yours,” she promises. “Only yours.”
My hips are snapping towards her, the tempo increasing to the maximum. Blair’s head falls against my shoulder, her body trembling as she reaches the peak, falling apart in my arms. It doesn’t take me long to follow suit, spilling everything I have deeply inside of her. Blair doesn’t move. She only wraps her arms tightly around me, holding me as close as she needs.
This woman is the reason I’m still alive.
