Quickie

“Wait.”

The look on his face is so priceless that I laugh. “You won’t need it.”

“And why is that?”

“Because,” I say, pulling him closer with my legs. Guiding his cock so it’s at the entrance of my pussy, just over my panties, I meet his eyes. “You’re going to start here, but you’re not going to finish there.” I lick my lips so he knows exactly what I’m saying to him.

“Hell, baby. I didn’t think you could make me any harder, but you just proved me wrong.” Will takes the thin fabric of my panties, and tears it apart, wasting no time easing into me. I moan. His cock is hot and hard and somehow feels so much bigger without the condom. “You really are my filthy wife, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” I grin. “I certainly wouldn’t have done this with anyone else. But you need to stop stealing my underwear.”

He wiggles his hips, and his cock sends shivers of fullness and pleasure through me. “What if I like knowing that you’re not wearing any.”

“All you need to know right now is that I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, Mrs. Herrington.” Will lifts one of my legs so that it’s over his shoulder, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming, because suddenly it feels like he’s everywhere. This isn’t sex, it’s not making love, it’s fucking. Raw and real and so damn good. The workbench rattles as he slams into me, and I know that anyone walking near the cottage is going to get an earful. The thought makes me even wetter. They already got a show with the fight, and they’re going to get another one now, because I can’t keep myself quiet.

I’m begging him to fuck me and he does, hard and fast and deep, and every stroke makes fireworks burst behind my eyes. I’m not going to last long. Will reaches in between us, teasing my clit and adding to the fire inside. My knuckles are white, gripping the edge of the workbench, and his lips slam onto mine just in time. Will thrusts in a final time and he sends me over the edge. I scream into him mouth, the sound muffled, but nothing else is. The orgasm is a rocket of pleasure spiraling into sparkles and waves and gone just as fast. It’s dripping down my legs and onto the ground. We’re both breathing hard, and he releases my lips. “I definitely need to get punched more often,” he says.

Taking a step back, he slips out of me, and I rearrange my skirt before sinking to my knees. He didn’t let me touch him this afternoon, and I want to make it up to him. I wrap my arms around his hips, and use my hands on his ass to bring him closer. It seems easier to take him deep now, the desire to make him feel what I’ve been feeling relaxing me. I taste myself on his cock, and it makes it feel even more intimate. Will curses as I take him as deep as I can, and if my mouth weren’t full of him, I would smile. His hands come to rest in my hair, but I don’t let him take control. I take him in again and again, swallowing him so that I’m stroking him with my throat.

Under my hands, the muscles in his ass go tight. “I’m close,” he says, voice tight.

I don’t let up, keeping the rhythm of my mouth steady, and I use my tongue, tracing him as I suck along his length. He tries to warn me, but he can’t speak. He lets out a sound that’s not quite speech, and he comes. That salty taste floods my mouth, and I swallow him whole. His cock jerks as he spills himself, and I take everything he has to give. I don’t know any better way to show him that I’m willing to give this a shot, than by accepting him like this, giving him pleasure because I’m choosing to and not because he asked.

Will is staring down at me, the look on his face something like awe. He doesn’t speak as I help him back into his pants and stand. “Why, Mr. Herrington, I think you might be speechless.”

“You could say that.”

I wink. “You should try it more often.”

He laughs, opening the door for us and leading me back into the garden. “Keep doing that and it won’t be a problem.”

We hold hands as we cross the grass back toward the party, and it feels normal. Natural. “I don’t think anyone would really mind if we left,” I say.

“Getting into a fight with the hosts of the party does tend to do that.” The smirk on his face tells me he’s reliving the fight with Wyatt. “Would you like to go to dinner with me before I take you home?”