He smiled, but she could tell he didn’t like it. He kissed her on the cheek and picked up their leftovers to throw in the trash compactor. When he came back, he held out his hand for her to take and smiled.
“I’ve got a better idea before we go,” he said.
“What’s that?” she asked with a sly smile.
“I thought I could read you a story.”
“A story?”
“Yes, but you have to sit on my lap to listen to it.”
“Hmmm, sounds a bit naughty.”
“It might be,” he told her.
“Okay, then.”
Dane led her over to the chaise lounge chair and stopped, getting undressed before sitting down.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s naked storytime,” he told her. “Get undressed.”
She didn’t question, stripping down to nothing and facing him. He picked a book from the bookcase and sat down, inviting her to sit on his lap facing away from him. She did so, her bare bottom meeting his exposed crotch. The reaction was almost instantaneous, his cock pulsing to life against her warm pussy.
Dane opened the book and slid it around her so she could see the pages. He began to read over her shoulder, his cock continuing to gain momentum as she sat in his lap.
There was little time for them as they met in the woods. He was forbidden, an outcast to his people, their people. Before his banishment, he had been her first love, her only love, and he continued to be just that. So, they met in secret whenever they could. Each night, he waited in the woods until her curfew and hoped she would show. Tonight was one of the good nights, as he saw her making her way through the woods toward him, her large bosom bouncing in her milkmaid’s outfit.
Tonight, her hair hung in stubborn strands about her face, escaped tendrils from her bonnet that only served to make her look more beautiful, more wanton. Her beautiful mouth, her beautiful eyes, all his. He wanted to marry her, to make her wife, but it was forbidden, so they met here in the dark.
He kissed her fiercely as she came to him, her cheeks chapped from the cold of the night. His warm mouth fell on her breasts, her nipples hard against the winter chill. He suckled gleefully as she lifted her skirt for his hands to find her womanhood. They had once been innocents, but they were now skilled at pleasuring one another. His fingers knew exactly where to go, where to touch her, and he wasn’t shy.
“Now, Angus. Now. We don’t have much time,” she moaned against him.
He stroked her warm pink blossom, brought it to flower once, twice, three times before unbuttoning his worn trousers and mounting her, his hardness filling her void as she moaned his name beneath him on the ground.
Dane was aware of her squirming on his lap, feeling his cock hardening against her pussy lips as he read. It wasn’t the story. He’d read it before. His reaction was from her. He could smell her scent, a mix of human desire and animal pheromones. He shifted, letting his cock enter her, and she accepted it, still sitting, and listening to the story as he continued as if he didn’t have her pegged onto his throbbing dick.
Her breasts were exposed, milky white and full as he leaned forward to knead them with his hands as their sexes intertwined in the perfect unison that only true lovers can achieve.
Dane became aware that she had placed her own hands on her breasts, kneading them as he spoke. He pushed his hips upward, shifting his weight to grind into her heavily. She gasped but said nothing. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her breathing grow heavy and imagined her biting her lip like she sometimes did.
Such was their liaison, each night that they could find one another in the cold dark night until such time that their sin became apparent, Hannah growing heavy with child, his child. Her father was livid, demanding the father be brought before him, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she suffered the cruelty of being labeled a whore and let herself and her child be exiled.
Dane could feel her shift against him, could feel her wetness dripping down his cock. He put the book aside and place his hands on her hips, pulling her upward and then pulling her back down onto him heavily. She gasped as his hardness hit bottom, pulsating inside her heavily as she began to grind against him, riding him like he was a bull and she a cowgirl in heat. Soon, she had her feet on either side of the chaise lounge, fucking him with wild abandon as her own body vibrating with orgasms.
When he couldn’t take much more, Dane yanked her up off his cock and carried her to the bank of windows facing the biggest part of the city. He pushed her against the glass and entered her from behind, letting her tits push against the glass as he fucked her like a wild animal. No one could see her unless they were in the air, but it felt like fucking in public, which seemed to be a huge turn-on for both of them.