“If you don’t stop fucking around and get inside me, Elliott, I swear, I will un-mate you.”
His growl was low, menacing, promising wild sexual fulfillment as he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?”
He spanked her upturned ass, then palmed it. “You’re in charge, where do you want to go?”
She smirked, reaching down to grab a handful of his tight butt. “Porch.”
“Back or front?” He bypassed the bed, carrying her from the room.
“Front.”
“It’s the middle of the day.”
“We’ll hear if anyone’s coming.”
He grunted but followed her request. A late-afternoon breeze had whisked away the day’s earlier balminess, and the porch was coated in a golden glow. Setting her down by the railing, Elliott spun Fern away, but she continued the remaining one hundred and eighty degrees to face him again.
He lifted a brow.
“Sit,” she said, pushing him back toward his rocker.
He did, settling bare-assed against the wood, his erection jutting proudly. This was even better than she’d imagined.
Shamelessly, Fern climbed onto his lap. He was too broad for her to join him on the seat so she knelt on the armrests. Spread wide for him, she tangled her hands in his hair and leaned in, kissing him hard.
He did just as she wished without her having to ask, wrapping her hair around his fist, he yanked her head back, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth. Still shifted, his sharp canines scraped over the same spot on her shoulder where she’d marked him on his.
“Bite me,” she moaned, pulling one hand free of his hair to shove it between them. With his manhood secured, she lined him up and dropped down onto his cock, impaling herself as far as she could while kneeling above him. He was wide and thick and stretched her deliciously, but she couldn’t get him in as deep as she wanted to.
“Fuck, I love you.” Hands around her hips, he held her down and tipped the chair back, fucking into her from below with reckless abandon. It helped, a bit.
A rocking chair waspossiblya terrible idea—for this position at least—and they couldn't find a good rhythm no matter how hot the scenario was in theory. At least she’d fulfilled her phone call fantasy.
“We’re moving,” he growled, thrusting into her and standing in one smooth motion.
Her ass came down on the railing and she screeched while her otter barked, afraid she was about to tumble onto the ground.
“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
With a palm splayed over her back, Elliott began to move again, filling her over and over with his thick erection. She clenched around him, her legs locking just above his ass. When he thrust into her rhythmically, Fern lost herself to the moment, arching her back so she leaned out off the porch, eyes up on the cloudless sky while he rocked her world.
“I’m— I’m—”
He tugged her up, pulling her tight against him. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want you squeezing all around me. I want to feel your pleasure when you shatter.” His teeth sank into her neck with a pinch ofpain that sent her catapulting over the precipice.
Exploding with a cry that scared off some birds, Fern quavered around him. He joined her shortly, letting out a roar and frightening away the rest of the woodland creatures.
Foreheads damp and pressed together, their noses touched as they caught their breath, not once breaking eye contact. Her scent, berries and jasmine, just like he’d said, mingled with his amber aroma, creating a sensual perfume that was uniquely theirs.
Not bothering to clean up yet, Elliott took them back to the chair and plopped down, settling Fern sideways across his lap. Slowly, they rocked while the birds and bees returned, bringing the yard to life with their chirps and cheers.
“Mmm,” Fern murmured, rubbing herself against his softening erection.
“Super compelling’s done, sugar. I’m going to need a little while to recover.”
“We have time—all of it.” She finger-combed his hair and leaned in to kiss his forehead.
