“How much time do you think we have?”
“Not enough.” He kisses me. “Never enough.” I moan into his mouth. “But with the time I do have I’m going to make you come.” I pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him while Berkley does as he promised. Stealing another piece of my heart. I’m pretty sure they all belong to him and he’s just collecting them one at a time.Chapter FifteenBerkleyThe ride is as good as I anticipated. The feeling of her wrapped around my body, putting her trust in me as we speed down the open road is inexpressible. We go so fast that the pavement looks like a river. The wind sneaks inside the shields of our helmets and the rumble between our thighs makes us feel alive. It does even more for Chandler. When I steer off the road into a cove of trees, her body is vibrating.
“Sweetness?” I pull off her helmet. “You okay?”
She drags her lower lip between her teeth and nods her head. Silently, she takes my hand and presses it against her sex. “I’m so turned on right now,” she whispers in a shaky voice.
I drop her helmet on the ground and then rip mine off. Her mouth is on mine before I can take another breath. I kick the stand down and climb off, taking her with me. She’s crushing my face between her hands, kissing me hard and deep. My cock is as stiff as the chrome tailpipes on my bike. She wraps her legs around me, her damp pussy bouncing against my cock.
Out here in the woods there is no bed or blanket, no wine or candles, but the need to take her is overpowering. I’ve held off for so long, and I don’t think I can wait another second.
I tear my mouth from hers. “Sweetness, I have to have you.”
“Yes. God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this,” she wails. Her hands dip between us, pulling off her shirt and sending it flying over our heads. I carry her further away from the road into a small clearing and set her down. She whimpers at the loss of contact.
“Shhh, just making a bed here.” I shed my clothes as quickly as possible and spread them out. “It’s not comfortable.”
“I don’t care.” She drops down on the makeshift coverings and wriggles out of her jeans. “Come here.”
I don’t have to be asked twice. I’ve seen her before—in my house, in hers, in the bathrooms and pantries, stealing kisses and touches when no one was looking, but I never really took the time to admire her. She’s so beautiful that it takes my breath away. Her tits are pert and small, not much bigger than a grapefruit, but they’re so pretty with the pink tips like little candies on top of a mound of sugar. She’s got a slight tummy on her from eating all the pastries she makes. I love it. I love her curves and her hips and her thighs. I love her.
“Are you done?” she asks, her tone slightly irritable.
I smirk. “Want something?”
“Yes, less looking and more touching.” She pats her fingers above her sex. “Right here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I fall to my knees and spread her legs. My cock is heavy and hard. Cum leaks out. I swipe it off and wipe it between her engorged pussy lips. “I like looking, though, because you’re fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks grow rosy, but she still takes my hand and guides it to her sex. “Be a multi-tasker then. Look and touch.”
I burst out with a chuckle. Lord, I love her. She’s perfect in every way. I couldn’t have asked for a better match. I open her pussy with my fingers. She’s so wet. My mouth waters. I have to taste her. I dip down and tongue her opening, burying my face in her cunt until my cheeks are wet with her juices. She clenches her thighs tight against my ears as I tongue her to her first orgasm. She’s still coming when I breach her pussy with the head of my dick. I watch as her eyes fly open at my penetration.
“Oh my God,” she breathes out.
“Yeah.” She’s tight. I’ve had my fingers in her, my tongue in her, so I know she’s small, and my cock is not, but bodies are meant to adjust. I press in a little more and wait as she sucks in another breath. She opens her mouth, but I cover it with my hand quickly.
“Don’t say it.”
“What?” she mumbles against my hand.
“That I’m too big. If you say that I’m going to explode.”
She giggles and the tension in my shoulders subsides a notch. I give her a brief nod before removing my hand. I slide it down to her breast and thumb her erect nipple. She moans and arches into my touch. The movement slides her down my cock. I push in slowly, letting the wet heat suck me in. I bend down and take her tit into my mouth, and that, too, propels me deeper. We move together, slowly, easing me into her as I kiss her neck, her tits, her chest, her mouth. Her hands roam restlessly over my shoulders, down my back. The heels of her feet dig into my ass. The deeper I go, the louder her whimpers are.