I wanted her now.
With one hand, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floorboards. Did she know what she was doing to me? I felt my whole body ache to possess her, to show her exactly what I could do for her. My fingers reached between her legs, sliding the lace on her panties to the side. She whimpered at the contact and bit her lip.
I pushed the skirt up around her hips. The straps on her bra fell to her shoulders as I pulled the lace down to expose her perfect nipples.
I grabbed Sierra around the waist, lifted her, and positioned her until she was fastened around my hips. Without taking my mouth off hers, I carefully stepped back until I felt the edge of the swing hit the back of my legs. Her kisses had become more feverish, and I was doing everything I could to steady the building need I had for her.
“Blake, we’re going to fall.” I felt her grip tighten around my neck.
“Shhh, no talking,” I growled.
I glanced down at the swing. It was plenty wide, almost like a swinging daybed. “I’ve got you,” I said as I steadied myself on the cushion.
I had to be inside her. I had to bury myself in this woman. The need was overwhelming. Consuming.
I gripped her lower back and watched in awe as she arched away from me, thrusting her breasts forward and sliding down on top of my rock hard cock.
The swing floated along the porch. Tomorrow didn’t matter. This morning didn’t matter. This did. I held Sierra as the swing carried us back and forth, slowly slicing through the hot August night.
The edge of her thong rubbed against her clit as she bounced over my dick. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking fiercely.
She whimpered, but she didn’t say a word.
“Fuck, you’re hot, darlin’,” I groaned.
The swing swayed as I pushed inside her, feeling her clench around me.
I twisted the other nipple before having a taste. My tongue flicked back and forth until I felt Sierra jerk. She was coming swiftly.
“Oh yeah. Like that, baby.”
She came undone. I watched her revel in it. Her body pulsing with the rhythm of the orgasm. Her tits perked as her pussy soaked my cock.
I needed more. I wanted more. She clawed into my neck, riding it out.
“Is your pussy still mine?” I growled.
She nodded. “Always,” she whispered.
I took her lips between mine, kissing her with everything I had. It was never going to be enough. She was the one who had sent me over the cliff and always would.
I lifted her off the swing and walked her over to the railing. I placed her hands on the flat surface and scooted her hips backward.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” I pushed a finger inside her.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
She was soaking wet. Her folds, glistened from her honey. Her clit was swollen from want. I groaned, wanting all of her at once. Needing to bury myself in her mouth. Needing her sweet pussy to hug my dick with all its force.
“It is. And I’m not done with you. I’m never going to be done with you.”
I pushed her back flat, while I positioned her entrance. She gripped the railing. Good girl. She knew exactly what was coming.
My cock nudged between her heat and I groaned.
“Fuck, Sierra. Every time. Every fucking time you do this to me.”
I slammed into her almost taking both of us to our knees.