“Don’t matter. You could burn me to ground, and I’d thank God for the ashes.”
Touched and amused and aroused all at the same time, I make a silly sound of victory as I get his shirt openand tug it off over his shoulders. I immediately go for his jeans next, working on the button and zipper and thrilled that he’s already visibly aroused beneath the denim.
“We got time,” he says, chuckling as I undo him quickly. “It ain’t a race.”
“If it is, I definitely win.” I’m teasing and digging into his boxers to find his cock at the same time.
Still laughing, he hisses and leans back against the trunk of the tree, his expression reflecting naked pleasure as I stroke up and down his erection. “No argument here. You win.”
The sight of his big, handsome face looking like that inspires me. I adjust my stance and lower my head to take his cock in my mouth.
Since he had his eyes closed, he didn’t realize what I’m doing until I give the tip of his shaft a hard suck. He lets out a helpless exclamation and bucks his hips right up off the ground.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Forget ’bout burnin’ me to the ground cause I might already be dead.”
I have to lean over so far it stretches my back, and the loose hair of my wig falls forward, getting in the way. But I don’t care. I laugh around the thick substance of him in my mouth, sliding him out and then back in even deeper.
He groans and curves his fingers around the back of my head like he wants to hold me in place.
I don’t mind that at all. I haven’t done this particular activity in a long time. I used to do it for Chad because Icould get him to come this way and wouldn’t have to deal with him thrusting away inside me. Since my marriage, I’ve fucked only a few men, and it was never anything but quick and casual.
But never in my life have I felt like this. Powerful and tender both. As if it’s my job—mine—to give this man everything he needs.
To make him feel like this.
It’s a heady, intoxicating feeling, and it overwhelms me completely as I apply hard suction with my mouth and bob my head to the rhythm he’s setting with his hips and the slight press of his hands on my head.
I’m making messy sounds of pleasure around his cock, but they’re barely audible because Ben is moaning and gasping uninhibitedly. He’s given himself over to the pleasure. Between the groans, he’s muttering. “Yes, just like that. You’re suckin’ me so good. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long like this. Yes, you’re doin’ it just right.”
He’s right about not lasting long. I’m still completely into it, rocking my whole body with the bobbing of my head and throbbing deliciously between my legs, when he suddenly makes a burst of sound and jerks his hips clumsily.
He comes hard, the spurts of his ejaculate hitting my throat and making me cough because I wasn’t ready for it.
I manage to suck him through the spasms of his release, and then I clear my throat as I straighten up, arching my back to stretch out the tension.
Ben is splayed out, flushed and limp and panting. But after a minute, he opens his eyelids enough to slant me a look. “I think I won that race.”
Chuckling, I fall against his chest so he can pull me into a soft hug. “All I’ll say is that you did get there first.”
“Sorry ’bout that. Meant to give you some warnin’ in case you wanted to get your mouth out of the way of all that.”
“I didn’t mind. I kind of like that you lost control.”
“You like that, do you?”
“Yeah.” I rub my cheek against his shoulder. “I liked it.”
“Seemed like you were gettin’ kinda turned on.” He slides his hand down my back, over my bottom, and then between my legs. “Uh-huh. Definitely turned on.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that you got real hot doin’ that for me. You want me to use my mouth or my hand to get you off?”
“Since your hand is right there, let’s go for that. Getting in position for the mouth would take time I don’t currently have available.”
Ben is breathing out his amusement as he slides one finger and then another inside me. He starts fucking me with them. Fast. Not gently. His motion shakes my whole body, and it’s exactly what I need.
I babble out my pleasure against his chest. I have no idea exactly what I say, but it’s no doubt embarrassing. I was so far gone it doesn’t take very long for my muscles totighten and release in a rush of pleasure. But Ben keeps going, fucking me with his hand so hard I grunt with each thrust. I’m louder than I should be and completely out of control when I come a second time.
