Work Me Up

“You are hopeless at propriety, yes.” She leans in to kiss me, though, to soften the blow, and I smile against her mouth. “But that’s all right. I’m not too big on proper, either.” She takes another drink to demonstrate, a longer one this time, and when she lets go of the bottle, it foams against her lips, spilling down her chin.

She lets out a squeal, but I lean in to lick up the excess, along her throat, her jaw. She turns, and then we both forget all about the champagne, letting it fall to the grass beside us as we get lost in one another instead.

Overhead, the stars have come out. You can see more up here on this overlook than you can back in the city. A few dozen, shining through the city lights in the distance, like beacons. In that faint light, I wrap my arms around her and tilt her backward along the blanket, until we’re lying side-by-side, arms around one another.

She shifts against me, and that’s all it takes to make my cock start to swell against the seam of my jeans. Her soft curves are always going to drive me to distraction in a few seconds flat. I shift closer to her, drag her against me, and she lets out a breathy little sigh before she sinks into our kiss.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur when we break apart again, my gaze fixed on her.

She runs a fingertip along my lips, then presses against the lower one, lightly. It sends a rush of all the blood in my veins, because I want nothing more than to roll her over and pin her beneath me now. “You taste like champagne.” She smiles.

“You taste even better,” I respond. Then I can’t resist any longer. I roll her onto her back and kiss her neck, her throat, down to the spot where her neck meets her collarbone. All the while, my hands slide down her curves to the edge of her jeans.

Her perfect, sexy as fuck lips curve in a tight smile as she arches those hips up against me, and mirrors my motion, her hands tracing down my chest, along my abs, until they come to rest at my zipper. Only then does she hesitate, biting her lower lip, the one I want to be biting right now instead, and she glances behind us, over our shoulders at the distant road.

It’s little more than lights along a highway from here. There’s nobody close to us, not for half a mile. It’s just us and the stars overhead, the distant ocean waves below, so far down you can hardly hear the whisper of the surf at all.

“What if someone comes past?” she whispers, and we’re pressed tightly enough together that I can feel the skip of her pulse at the thought.

It makes my smirk widen. “Then they’re going to catch us in a very compromising position…” I flatten my palm against her stomach and slip my fingers beneath the hem of her jeans.

She gasps, a sharp little breath that ignites a flare of desire in my veins. And she arches up toward me at the same time, as if her body moves without her mind consciously deciding. “Antonio…”

“Selena.” I lean in to kiss her lips, feather light. “I love you,” I whisper, so close that my mouth brushes hers as I speak.

I can feel her shiver beneath me. Her faint breath, before she murmurs, “I love you, Antonio.”

Just the sound of my name on her lips, right now, like this, is enough to drive me wild. I kiss her again, harder, and she softens beneath me, arching up and into my arms, even as I push my hand farther beneath her jeans.

All it takes are my fingers against her clit, soft yet insistent, brushing along her again and again. Before long she’s breathing hard, gasping out my name as she comes. I make her come twice before I finally push her jeans the rest of the way down.

This time feels different from the rest. Slower, yet more heated. As if we’re both aware now of what this means, of how much more feeling is between us than just lust and desire. I pin her back against the grass and press inside her, feeling her legs wrap around me, and it feels like coming home. Like finally finding the place where I belong.

I lose track of how long we make love for. All I know is that by the time I roll off of her and she curls into my side, loose-limbed and relaxed the way she always is after sex, there are more stars visible overhead than I’ve ever seen before, even this far outside the city.

We lie there for a while counting them, my arm around her, her body lying against mine, her head pillowed on my chest. I toy with her hair, and she murmurs under her breath, pointing out the constellations to me one at a time. After a while, she falls silent, and we just lie there, my hand stroking her hair, toying with it, braiding it.