Reckless Kiss

“Angel,” I groan, pulling her to me, capturing her lips again, reaching down to slide my hands along the soft skin of her thighs.

Her body rocks against mine and she moans as my hands rise higher to the apex of her thighs where I discover… “You’re not wearing panties.”

“Touch me there,” she whispers, and my brow collapses.

My fingers slide along the slick wetness of her pussy, and she grips my shoulders, crying out as her head falls back. “Deacon…” It’s a breathless plea, and I want to make her come, but I want to be inside her just as badly.

Our hands fumble against each other’s, working to unfasten my buttons, lower my jeans, open the front of her dress. Our moves are frantic and fast, trying to rid ourselves of these obstacles to our lust.

My knees almost buckle when cool fingers wrap around my shaft. She slides her grip up and down, speaking in my ear. “So big.”

Shit, dirty-talking Angel is so hot.

I turn her facing the stone wall, gripping my cock and sliding it along the back of her thighs.

“Deacon…” She gasps as I find what I’m searching for, thrusting my cock balls deep into her clenching core.

“Fuck.” My eyes squeeze shut, and I have to hold steady. It feels too damn good after this day of delayed gratification.

We’re panting, and my mind blanks until she backs her hips against me, moving her core up my shaft. “Move,” she murmurs.

I fumble with the front of her dress, sliding my fingers into her, tracing them higher to the spot that makes her moan.

“You want this?” My lips are at her ear, and she arches against my chest.

“Yes.” Her fingers fumble with mine, threading along her clit, circling the wetness as I rock her body higher, pumping into her faster.

She rises on tiptoes, dropping her head back against my shoulder. I bend my knees, closing my eyes as the pleasure snakes up the back of my legs. It’s too good… heat and warmth and pleasure tightening my balls, centering in my cock.

Her other hand grips my neck, and I turn my mouth to find hers, biting and sucking her tongue as she shivers, circling her fingers faster.

Our mouths break apart. “Don’t stop.” With one hand on her flat stomach, I knead her breast, pulling her nipple while I trace my mouth along her neck, behind her ear, wanting to taste her everywhere.

She’s salty sweat, and she smells like rich jasmine. “Oh,” she sighs.

My voice is ragged and gruff, and my instinct is faster… harder…

Her soft ass crashes against my pelvis. Her fingers move faster, I thrust harder. I push her to the wall, and she moans loudly, slamming her palm against it. I feel her insides clench just before she breaks into spasms as she comes.

Fuck me, it feels so good. It’s just what I need to let go, driving hard for two more thrusts before holding, balls deep as my cock pulses, my orgasm jetting into her.

I pull her to me, holding her back against my chest as we breathe heavy in time. I slide my hands around her waist, closing my eyes and feeling her body, this woman who owns my soul.

How is it possible to love someone this much? To need her so fiercely, it’s an actual, physical pain?

She’s the only woman I’ve ever slept with. It sounds fucking corny, but we taught each other how to move, how to touch… because we were inexperienced kids, we didn’t know to be embarrassed by our fumbling mistakes.

Minutes pass as we return to Earth, noticing the sounds of the night. An owl calls, cicadas scree, the water laps on the lake.

“Here.” I speak softly, sliding out of her and instantly missing the warmth of her body.

Her skirt falls over her legs, and I pull up my jeans, turning to sit and pulling her onto my lap in a straddle as I hug her close. Her hands are on my neck, and she leans forward, tracing her full lips along mine, kissing and nibbling. It’s enough to rouse my sated dick in my pants.

“I should’ve brought you back to my place.” My voice is thick. “I want to fuck you all night.”

Her nose curls adorably. “Make love all night. We already fucked.”

Damn, this girl.