“Better make it quick, then.” I maneuvered her to the table, where she sat on the edge with her bottom braced at the edge.
My fingers found her clit and stroked softly over it. Amy whimpered again, and I shushed the noise, capturing her lips with my own.
Her legs tightened around me, and within a few moments, she was dripping wet. A flush had started along her cheeks, one I knew would go all the way down her chest. I wanted to tear her clothes off and have her naked and spread in front of me. But we were risking getting caught as it was.
God, the woman made me crazy.
Amy’s hands went to my fly and stroked the fabric over my erection. I pressed into the palm of her hand, my fingers speeding up. For a few moments, we pleasured each other like that with only our hands. Her low, throaty moans blended in with my deep rumbles.
That was not how I wanted to come, though. I wanted—needed—to be inside her. I pulled away only long enough to release my erection. Her eyes snapped to it, and she licked her lips.
For a moment, I considered telling her to blow me, but her pussy was hot and ready. I wanted to fuck us both into completion.
“Sebastian,” she said on the heels of that thought, “I want you inside me. Now.”
I was never going to refuse a request like that.
I thanked myself for remembering to carry a condom in my back pocket. After grabbing it and opening the foil, I rolled the condom on. Then Amy's nimble hands guided me into her.
“I love how loud you are,” I said, pulling her close again and inhaling the scent of her. “But try to keep it down this time.”
Her answer was a frustrated, if low, groan.
I slid into her like I was coming home, and her breath hitched, her arms tightening around me.
We moved together for the first few moments, a gentle rocking motion as we both got used to the angle.
Then thrusting up on my toes, I struck home.
Amy half yelped in surprise before she slapped her hand over her mouth.
I grinned and did it again, feeling her inner core flex and flutter all around me. She loved it, wiggling on me and getting off as much on the danger as she was on my cock.
I pounded her hard, not holding back in the least. A few loud whimpers escaped her lips, despite her best efforts. The room smelled like a heady combination of flowers and sex.
“You drive me crazy.” I didn't realize I had said it aloud before it was already out there. Well, too late to take it back.
“Sebastian, I'm close,” she warned.
So was I. I put my back into it, making every thrust count and, even though I was already inside of her, feeling like I could noteverget enough of her.
She came with a low, throaty cry that, if anybody was outside the door, they would surely have heard.
I could not give less of a damn. My own orgasm was close—so close. And she was so wet and perfectly hot around me. I came, muffling my sounds in her neck and hair.
Slowly, our frantic coupling slowed and then stopped.
Amy finally leaned back and then looked at me ruefully. “I think we crushed some of the flowers.”
35
Amy
“Have you recovered?” Sebastian asked me the next day.
The flower festival had gone on late into the night, with the children from town performing several concurrent maypole dances. Then we had had a bonfire, because why not have a bonfire?
“Are you talking about the drinking, the fried food, or your massive dick?” I asked him.
