I’m so wet. He could slide all the way in with no resistance, but instead he’s going slow, the way he did when it was my first time.
Then, he was trying to be gentle.
Now, he’s trying to torture me.
Surely.
The rock is scratchy under my palms and knees, just shy of painful, and he's behind me, gripping me. There's nothing but hot summer air on my skin and his rough hands gripping my hips.
“Tell me you love it,” he demands. “Tell me you love how I fuck you.”
“I love it.” It’s almost a sob. “I love it so much.”
With a low, guttural groan, he finally pushes all the way in.
“I know, baby,” he breathes. “I love it too.”
And then he’s fucking me hard and fast, hands digging into my flesh. He drives in hard enough that my arms nearly buckle. My fingers scrabble against the rock, find nothing tohold onto.
Walker reaches down. Rubs my clit for me as he pistons in and out of me. My arms are shaking and it has nothing to do with holding my weight.
The pleasure crests and I stop being able to think in words.
I come with the hot rock under my palms and his cock buried inside me and his thumb still working my clit, and what comes out of my throat is embarrassingly loud and I don’t care even a little bit.
My whole body is trembling.
He slams his hips against my ass. With his cock deep inside me, he comes with a low, rough sound. I can feel his cum flood my pussy, pulse after scorching pulse.
Then he’s pulling me up, chest to back, and nuzzling my neck for a moment, breathing me in. With his hand he tilts my jaw back so he can kiss me, deep and lingering.
It takes us both a long minute to catch our breath after that.
“Are your knees okay?” he murmurs, hands coming up to squeeze my tits.
That was not what I was expecting to hear just now.
I huff out a laugh. “They’re fine.”
“Good. Because mine hurt like hell. Worth it, though.”
As he maneuvers us to curl up on the towel together, I say, grinning, “I’m being very generous and not making any ‘old man’ jokes right now.”
He pulls me tighter to him and kisses behind my ear. “That’s because I fucked the brat right out of you.”
I burst into laughter.
We lie on the part of the rock that’s still warm but shaded by the cottonwood tree overhead. My head is on his chest, his hand moving slow through my drying hair. The lake laps at the rock shelf below us.
I trace a lazy pattern on his chest with one finger. “I can’t believe I let you talk to me the way you do. Anyone ever told you what a filthy mouth you have?”
Now it’s his turn to laugh, low and warm. “I talk that way because you like it.” He kisses the top of my head. “You know I respect you. Just makes it more fun when I fuck you like I don’t. You’re always safe with me, baby. No shame. You know I’d do anything for you.”
I sigh, utterly content. “Maybe.”
“No maybe about it.” He catches my hand and holds it flat against his sternum. “And then after I fuck you hard and talk dirty to you, I get to wrap you in my arms and kiss you and tell you how perfect you are. How I’ll never get enough of this. How I’ll do anything to make you happy.” I feel him smile against my skin. “Including doing what needs to be done to get your pussy dripping.”
I laugh again. “Put that in your next song.”
