Page 164 of Wildest Dreams

“Shouldn’t be jerking off,” I rasp, wincing as the broad head smacks against Aisling’s jeans. “Just got too hard when I looked at you. Needed some relief.”

I cup her face in my palms and start kissing her long and slow.

“I need to be inside of you,” I murmur, jaw hardening as her fingers trail up my shaft.

I open my eyes and look down at her, my palms caressing her denim-clad ass.

“I’m gonna need you to put that hand away unless you want me to come all over it,” I warn her.

She presses her breasts against me harder and I spank her ass, grunting loudly.

“Aisling,” I rasp, as her hand slides down to cup my sac. “I’m too excited right now. Tug them once more and I’m gonna come on your belly.”

To both my relief and fucking agony Aisling releases her hands from my balls, sliding her fingers slowly up my chest as I splay my palms over her behind.

I meet her in the middle of the SUV so that she doesn’t have to crawl over the centre console and slowly stroke my tongue inside her mouth, winding her dark curls around my fist.

A light pattering of rain thumps gently against the windshield and I pull away breathing heavily. I squint as I glance out of the window, peering up at the silver sky.

“This is my favourite kind of weather,” Aisling whispers, and I look back down at her, pushing her hair back from her cheeks.

“Yeah?” I ask. Though now that I think about it, that makes perfect sense.

Of course Aisling is a summer storm kind of girl.

“It’s romantic,” she whispers softly, “and I find it really grounding. It’s harder to over-think about things when you’re listening to the rain.”

She shrugs gently and I hold her closer.

“And because of that, because it makes me remember that nothing is that deep… it shows me that it’s okay to wear my heart on my sleeve after all. Like, why not? Why not be exactly who I really am?”

She glances down at her heart-shaped freckle and murmurs, “I don’t know. I just think that it’s beautiful.”

I press a gentle kiss against her lips, lost in the warmth of her touch, her softness, her sweet sighs and the thrum of the rain.

“Wanna stay out here?” I murmur, inhaling deeply as she squeezes my biceps.

She shakes her head, a little smile tugging at her mouth.

“You said that there isn’t enough room for what you want to do,” she whispers.

“Yeah, but that was before you told me how much you love the rain,” I rumble, feeling a dimple crease in my cheek as I pull back to smile down at her.

“I do love the rain,” she whispers, “but I love you even more.”

That confession has my heart stumbling in my chest, my shoulders heaving as I stare down at her.

Then I’m winding her hair tighter around my fist and hunching low so that I can take her mouth with mine.

“Get on top of me,” I grunt, grabbing one of her hands and wrapping it around my cock. “Get that pretty pussy on top of me so that I can show you how much I love you.”

But now she’s pulling backwards, her eyes sparkling, and pushing me off of her while I try to pull her closer.

“You’ll have to come and get me,” she whispers, giggling when I groan against her neck.

“The fuck does that mean?” I murmur, desperately trying to shove my digits beneath the zipper of her jeans, the warm feel of her panties enough to make me pre-come halfway up my abs.

I grunt and wipe away the warm moisture with my palm, dead-set on pulling her jeans down her thighs even as she giggles and arches against me.

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