“Rome-” she breathed, but I swallowed her words, tasting the beer on her tongue.
I walked her to the side until her ass hit the deck railing, and my hands slid down to grip her thighs and lift her. She made a surprised sound, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, and I groaned at the pressure of her heat against my already hard cock.
“Hold on to me,” I commanded, my voice rough.
She did, her arms looping around my neck, her ankles crossing at the small of my back. I could feel her trembling, feel the race of her pulse where my mouth pressed against her throat. I bit down gently, sucked at her skin, and she arched into me with a moan that went straight to my dick.
“Need to feel you,” I growled against her collarbone. “Right here. Right now.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Please, Rome. Please.”
I set her down just long enough to tear at her panties, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside. She gasped, but the sound turned into a moan when I dropped to my knees and pressed my mouth to her.
“Oh god,” she cried out, her hands gripping the railing for support.
I licked into her, slow and deliberate, tasting how wet she already was for me. She was swollen, sensitive, and I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue until her legs shook and her moans turned into desperate, broken pleas.
“Rome, please, I need-”
I knew what she needed. I stood, unbuckling my belt with one hand while the other kept her pinned against the railing. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving. Beautiful. Mine.
I freed my cock, thick and heavy in my hand, and stroked myself once, twice, watching her watch me. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I almost lost it right there.
“Tell me you want this,” I demanded, positioning myself at her entrance, feeling her heat against my sensitive skin.
“Want you,” she panted, reaching for me. “Want you inside me. Please, Rome. Fuck me.”
I drove into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and we both cried out. She was tight, so tight. I gave her a moment to adjust, but only a moment, because she was already moving against me, desperate and needy.
“Move,” she begged. “Please, move.”
I pulled back and slammed into her again, the force of it making the railing shake. She cried out, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat, and I leaned in to suck marks into her skin as I set a brutal pace.
The deck was open, exposed, and anyone could walk by and see us. See her legs wrapped around me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face twisted in pleasure. The thought made me harder, made me drive into her deeper, chasing the sounds she made.
“So good,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. “So deep, Rome. Don’t stop. Don’t-”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She felt incredible around me, hot and wet and perfect, and I was lost in the rhythm of it. The slap of skin on skin, the creak of the railing, the broken cries falling from her lips.
I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts. She jolted, her whole body tensing, and I felt her start to tighten around me, her inner muscles beginning to flutter.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice barely human. “Come for me, Josie. Let me feel you.”
“Rome-” she choked out, and then she was coming, her orgasm ripping through her. Her body arching off the railing as she screamed my name.
I felt her clamp down on me, milking me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust deep one final time and let go, my own release crashing through me like a wave. My hips jerked as I spilled inside her, groaning her name against her neck.
Her legs were still wrapped around me, loose now, and I could feel her trembling in the aftershocks.
“Holy fuck,” I managed, my voice rough.
She laughed, breathless and shaky. “Yeah.”
I lifted my head, finding her eyes in the gathering darkness. She was flushed, disheveled, and absolutely beautiful. I brushed her hair back from her face, my thumb tracing her swollen lips. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered.
She didn’t argue. Didn’t roll her eyes. She pressed a kiss to the pad of my thumb, and smiled.
That was progress.
