“But you wear one very well. Seriously.” I grazed my bottom lip with my teeth before she looked up at me. Again, she looked away.
“You’re flattering.” She replied.
“I’m honest.” I retorted.
I moved my head to the right slightly and adjusted the tightness in my bow tie. When it didn’t budge, I quickly loosened it, feeling her eyes on me. I hoped she didn’t think I was undressing or something. Or maybe subconsciously I was. I shoved it in my back pocket as we rounded the corner past the second fountain.
“This is really nice, I wonder who did this.” I commented on the landscaping. The last event Sasha hosted did not look this good at all. “Whoever did it put my favorite flowers in.” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was even talking so much, usually it was see and take with women, but I didn’t want to do that to her. I felt an urge to have a real conversation with her.
Maybe it was because she was the first person in a while to treat me like a real person. And not ask me about Vivian. Granted she doesn’t know about her, but still.
“You have a favorite flower?” Her soft voice piqued. I stopped her at the second wall of creeping vines. They were all intricately entwined and tangled, you couldn’t tell they weren’t natural.
“Yeah, that so hard to believe?” I stood across her as she leaned into the wall. I would think she was leaning away from me, but her chest and hips were pointed right towards me; and she tried to hide it, but I could see how she would look at my lips, and elsewhere, before she blushed and averted her gaze.
“They’re lilacs. They remind me of my mom.” She forced a smile, but I could tell her face softened and her eyes went dark. Maybe it has something to do with moms, but she regained her composure quicker than I could ask about it.
“That’s sweet.” Her big blue eyes looked up at me innocently, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped close to her, my hand on the other side of her hip, trapping her between me and the wall.
Her lower lip trembled, full, and the color of a ripe peach. Fuck, I bet she tasted as good as she looked. I couldn’t hold off anymore, I felt the heat creeping up to my neck as I closed the space between us. We were five inches apart, then none, and then my lips were on hers.
I wasn’t holding back either, I crushed her against the wall, her soft body was plush against mine. Warm, and inviting my lips moved with hers. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, her hips were against mine as I closed the space between us. My thigh wedged a space between her legs as I settled between them, feeling the heat of her core against my thigh.
Her small hands grazed my arm under my jacket, her nails dug in as I deepened the kiss. She gasped into my mouth as I pressed my hardness against her. She had me rock hard in seconds, and I hadn’t even seen anything yet. It was her scent, her natural allure, she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was so smooth and creamy, I wanted to explore every inch of it with my hands, and my lips. Mostly my lips.
Her hands moved to my chest and she applied slight pressure, I broke away as she gasped for air. My eyes went straight to hers. They were wide, and wandering. I knew she was curious. But she was still timid, and I wanted to break that out of her. I wanted to make her scream as she comed.
“I don’t usually do that. Kiss strangers in flower mazes.” She said between raspy breaths, her eyes sea
rching mine as she broke the silence.
“What else do you not usually do?” I pressed. Maybe I could get some insight to who she really was. Something other than what my dick was making me think.
My eyes trailed her skin; I wanted to taste the smooth skin of her neck, down to her ample breasts straining against the bodice of her dress. All I heard was the sound of the night, the water of the fountain, and her fast breathing.
“Um…”
I interrupted her by kissing her again. I couldn’t help it. But this time she didn’t waste time before kissing me back, and searing her fingers through my hair to kiss me even harder. My tongue grazed her bottom lip and she moaned into my mouth, parting her lips so my tongue could lap over hers. I was vaguely aware that someone could catch us, but I still didn’t care.
Maybe I jumped the gun, but my hands bunched up the fabric of her dress, and higher until I reached the apex of her thighs and the heat of her sex was on my hand. She broke away for air, and my lips just went to her neck, grazing small kisses across her collarbone until I took her lips again.
Her fingers tightened in my hair and then moved down over my shoulders. I tugged my jacket off, and her soft fingers crept under the buttons of my shirt as my hand went back between her legs. I wanted to see her eyes when I touched her, I pulled away and looked in her eyes as my finger grazed her folds above her panties. She gasped, her back arching towards me. I kept my eyes on her as I hitched her leg over my waist, and then the other, until I was holding her up against the wall. I moved her panties to the side, my finger slipping inside of her slick folds. She mewled, then she was like putty in my hands as I flicked over her sensitive nub, until her legs trembled and her breath quaked with her release.
“Oh yes…” I groaned at the sound of her moan, wrapped in her pleasure. I wanted to hear it again. I had to.
I prompted her out of her panties. As she stepped out of them, I undid my belt and pulled my hardened cock from my briefs. He eyes went to it briefly before her hand gripped me like a vice. My mouth found hers again as she pumped my cock and I set her around my waist again.
I wanted to be inside of her, needed to be. Her lips were so soft as they kept up with me, the intensity of her tongue was eager and curious. It was obvious she didn’t do this sort of thing, but I didn’t care. She trusted me enough to let me take her against a fucking garden wall.
I pulled back, releasing her lips with a pop of skin. I gripped her ass with my hand, smooth and creamy. I wanted to see her whole, perfect body but I was fine with a feel. Her arms went around my neck as her eyes bored into mine, wide and wanting. Her little moans spurred me on as I tugged my hand under her bodice, cupping her breast in my hand. I loved how they fit perfectly in my palm, soft, creamy and full. Then I slid myself inside of her, feeling her stretch around me, watching her succumb to the pleasure.
“Oh fuck…” she was so fucking tight. Milking my cock for all that it was worth.
“Please, fuck me.”
Her voice was soft, and unassuming. I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. I moved, slow at first because she was so tight and firm. Then as she bucked her hips to meet mine, I went faster and deeper. Until I was in her to the hilt.
The heat her surrounded me. The clench of her sex and the smell of our desire was driving me mad. I never got this close, this fast. But I was already on the edge. I had to hear her come again first though.