Southern Playboy (North Carolina Highlands 4)

By the time my mouth reaches hers, she’s clawing at my chest, arching up against me. I grab one of her knees and hike it over my hip. Then I grab my dick and circle the tip over her clit, moving down, then back up again, down far enough to notch at her entrance. I get a whisper of resistance, a taste of her tightness.

I capture her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, my breath coming out through my nose in a noisy exhale.

Pulling back, I look her in the eye.

No words. None needed. But she knows, and I know that we’re safe, and we’re okay like this. For now, at least.

I nudge my hips forward and sink the tiniest bit inside her. Her lips part, and her smile grows, her hands roving up my chest to curl around my nape.

I push a little more. Her pussy stretches around my head, the heat of her making sweat break out along my scalp. The tips of her breasts press against my chest. Sparks erupt at the base of my spine.

Brushing my nose against hers, I bite the corner of her mouth. Can I go?

She tips her head forward so our brows meet, both damp. Yes.

With a grunt, I bury myself to the hilt. She lets out this sound, half pleasure, half agony, and I freeze.

“No,” she says with her mouth as it covers mine. “Don’t stop.”

So I begin to move. A slow thrust that has her body going languid beneath me. She’s so wet and soft and swollen I go easily.

Knowing I turn her on this way—knowing I delight her enough to get her soaked—makes the heaviness in my core throb. I bite down on the inside of my cheek.

I gotta make this last.

I tell her this with a swivel of my hips, a bite on her neck. She was playful with me, so I’m playful with her, grabbing the leg wrapped around my hip and guiding it up to her chest, then using it to guide her onto her side. I fuck her like this for a minute, reveling in the sight of her tits bouncing in time to my thrusts.

Then she gets on her knees and elbows, practically shoving her ass in my face. I pull one cheek aside, my blood jumping when I glimpse her asshole, and I give her a little swat as I glide back inside her pussy. She yelps, I laugh.

“I thought you weren’t into spanking?”

“Maybe I am.”

I take her from behind, sweating and swearing as our bodies meet with rude little slaps. I wanna move fast and hard, so I do, and Amelia keeps up. She rolls her pelvis at the apex of each of my thrusts, a motion that makes the muscles in her back flex against her smooth skin. I run a reverent hand over those muscles, massaging them with firm strokes of my thumbs.

I could come like this, easily. But I wanna look at her when that happens, I want her to be with me, so I dig my hands into her hips and turn her around. I sit on the blanket, stretching out my legs. I hold my dick in my hand, and she squats above it, resting her hands on my shoulders. She lowers herself onto me inch by inch.

Together, we watch the lips of her pussy spread around my girth. The tightness in my balls becomes painful.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, thumbing her clit.

She hisses. “It feels full this way. Really full.”

Furrowing my brow, I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Take your time, honey.”

She’s sitting on my lap now. Eyes closed. Bottom lip caught between her teeth. My chest swells, and so does my need for release.

She is so damn pretty it hurts.

A few heartbeats pass. Amelia keeps her eyes closed but begins to move, eyebrows coming together like she’s focusing. Memorizing.

I would know because I’m trying to memorize this too. Who knows what’s gonna happen next? Who knows if we’ll ever feel this free again to be ourselves? To be together?

The thought of Amelia being with anyone else, especially someone like that married piece of human garbage, makes me want to tear apart the world with my bare hands.

It makes me angry and unfocused.

I can’t afford to be either of those things right now.

So I try to memorize the feel of her body instead as it milks mine to completion. The smoothness of her skin and the determination in her eyes when she opens them. The small, sly smile she gives me when I hold her by the thighs and spear her with a hard, sudden thrust. Her laughter when she really begins to move, and I move with her, sweat flying everywhere, the echoes of that sound loud enough for the forest to send them back to us.