That’s all the consent I need to really let loose. He knows exactly what he's doing, playing me like a fucking fiddle. He adds a finger inside of me, and I cry out, cumming all over his hand. But he doesn’t let up, fucking me slowly with his mouth as I ride out the wave of my orgasm.
When I finally come back down to earth, I’m a panting mess covered in perspiration, even in this chilly night air. But when I look up at him, a smug grin is firmly on his face. He is standing in front of me now, his eyes trained on me, and his hands are making quick work of undoing his jeans. Sucking in my bottom lip, my eyes widen at the size of him. I mean, I know I have seen it before, but fuck me, I don’t remember him being so big.
“I want to be the one to bite that fucking lip of yours. You have been tormenting me with it all night,” he groans. “Now, be a good girl andsit up for me.”
I do as I'm told, sitting up straighter with my back to the handles. I feel so exposed, with nothing but the flimsy material of my shirt covering my top half. The insecurity soon leaves me when he swings a leg over the seat and faces me. With one foot on the floor and the other on the peg, he lifts me by the waist and positions me on top of his cock, so that our chests are flush. I can't hold back another second from finally kissing him.
Our mouths collide, his tongue clashing with mine, the taste of my arousal on his lips. My fingers thread through his hair, needing him close, my wetness helping me rock back and forth across his cock.
“Shit,” he pulls back and groans. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I say, not stopping as I leave kisses along his jawline. “Also, you are the last person I slept with.”
“Fuck, Fallon,” he groans some more. “You're the last person I was with, too.”
With his hands planted firmly on my hips, he drags my body back and forth along him. Leaning closer to his ear, I whisper.
“I need you, inside of me, now.”
I rise, taking him inside of me in one swift motion. He lets out a breath through gritted teeth as my own body shivers at the fullness. I don’t remember him feeling this big, but I'm notcomplaining. The way my body stretches around him is a delicious sort of pain. Slowly, with his hands on my arse now, I rock my hips along his length. In this position, my clit hits that perfect angle, sending my brain into a spiral.
The thought of being out here in the open, where anyone could walk by, excites me even more. How can something this bad feel this good? With my fingers threaded through his hair, I angle his head back and kiss him deeply. Already, my second orgasm is building; I won't last another minute at this rate. I never knew sex could feel like this.
I’m panting, our breathing mingling as one as we both teeter closer to the edge we’re dying to fall off. The moment his movements slow and deepen, I'm done for. I cry out, as he does the same. Our voices are the only things heard other than the leaves rustling around us.
When his orgasm subsides, his eyes are wide and locked on mine.
“Where the hell have you been hiding, Fallon?”
And after what I've just experienced, I don’t think I can hide any longer.
