The moment we were hidden behind the old wooden structure, I had Jenna pressed up against it; my breath hot on her lips. “I want you.” The evidence of my need would be difficult to miss as I rocked my hips back and forth against her. My dick felt impossibly hard and excitement raced through my veins at the thought of getting inside Jenna.
She licked along her lips and dug her fingers into my ass. “We don’t have time for slow.” Her hands moved quickly and, grabbing my face, our lips met.
The moan I tried to swallow escaped as I took control and sucked and nipped at her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine and our teeth bumped together. It wasn’t just a kiss of need, it was a kiss of pure heaven. Jenna didn’t just stop there. She slipped her cold fingers down the front of my jeans and the sensation of those fingers wrapping around my dick caused precum to tingle along my length, leaking on her wrist.
“Someone is ready.”
“I’ve been ready since you admitted we had to go fast.”
“Then what are you waiting for.” The zipper on my jeans slid down and then she had me out and pulsing in her hand.
The mixture of cold and warm drove me crazy, making me harder and more desperate to sink inside her. With my jeans around my thighs, I took her zipper and jeans down. Her panties hardly covered her pussy, but I found it far hotter keeping them in place. At least, for now.
I wrapped one hand around my cock and stroked while I rubbed the secret nub between her thighs. Jenna’s legs quivered hard when I pressed the palm of my hand against her mound and fingered her pussy. She was wet and swollen, which made my dick pulse and throb in my own hand. I’d be coming if I didn’t stop teasing us both.
Jenna was so fucking sexy, but, when I touched her, she became a siren. Her little moans and the way she would throw her head back, which would thrust her tits out, was a sight to behold. I didn’t think she had any idea of the picture she made.
“Quick, you said.” I let her watch me stroking.
Her eyes deepened in color, like a dense forest I could lose myself in, and she licked her lips.
“Now Jenna.”
She turned and shoved her panties down. Her hands pressed against the barn but all I could see was her bottom. So hot. Spreading her open, I slowly pressed forward and sunk inside as she pushed on me.
“Oh fuck, Jenna! You feel really good.”
“You too,” she moaned, panting. “I need your hands on me.”
“God, yes!” She didn’t need to ask me twice.
My hands slid up inside her clothing to her generous tits where I made quick work of the clasp, and then I had them in my hands. Her nipples were hard and dug into my palms. “I’m not going to be able to hang on, Jenna.” I thrust my cock in and out and the feel of her twitching and massaging along me was so hot. “Come with me.”
I pinched and twisted her nipples between my fingers while my cock throbbed. Jenna’s pussy started to ripple and pulse—squeezing the fucking life out of my dick. Pleasure shot down my spine, boiled in my balls, and exploded in one powerful release.
Jenna turned her face toward me, so I captured her lips and kissed her through our release. It went on and on as she sucked me deeper. The walls of her pussy were so thick and wet it made my eyes roll.
“I feel every inch of you, Dylan.” Jenna quivered in my arms. “Every inch,” she moaned, goose bumps on her skin.
I wrapped my arms around her stomach and held her tightly against me while I caught my breath. Being with her was exquisite and I didn’t want it to end.
Unfortunately, it ended when I shivered. “My ass is freezing.” I shuddered, slipping free and yanking my briefs and jeans up.
Bending, I tugged Jenna’s panties up and made sure they were fitted correctly, tormenting us both. Her jeans followed and then we fastened our zippers. I still had to touch her, and I slid my fingers through her silky hair, cupping the back of her head. “You are so beautiful.”
I rested my forehead against Jenna’s and stared into her eyes. Her eyes searched mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re not that bad yourself.” Her lips brushed over mine. “I missed waking up with you.”
“I missed that too,” I admitted. “When is your flight back to the States?”
“Trying to get rid of me, huh?”
“Hell no! I was going to suggest we head to Dublin early and spend more time together. Alone.”
“I fly back on the twenty-seventh.”
“A quick visit,” I commented, not wanting to admit my flight wasn’t until later. My gut clenched knowing I wasn’t going to be with her in Ireland for much longer.
“I have a huge assignment due on the fifth and knew I wouldn’t get anything done here, so when I booked flights, I booked an earlier one than I would have preferred.” She sighed. “Anyway, when do you fly back? And can we walk, I’m chilled now.”