Page 91 of Gone With the Wine

“God no.”

“I thought we might go skinny dipping in the creek.”

Smiling, I push at his shorts.

“We’re doing this here?” His mouth is on the side of my neck and I shiver.

“There’s no one around.”

“I feel obligated to point out that that could change at any moment, but honestly, if I can’t fuck you right now I’m gonna cry.”

I smile too and he goes up onto his knees to shove his shorts down, freeing his beautiful cock. I’m admiring it when he reaches for my shorts and whisks them down my legs along with my panties. He pushes up my T-shirt but doesn’t take it off, just exposes my mesh and lace bralette. He brushes fingertips over my nipples, visible through the sheer fabric. “So pretty.”

“So handsome.” I curl my fingers around his shaft. “You’re beautiful here, too. Please. I want to kiss you here.” I rub my thumb over the head. “Taste you.”

His groan rumbles in his chest and he moves, straddling my torso, and holy angels singing, he’s right there in front of my mouth and I’m dying for him. Holding him, I slide my tongue over wet, silky skin, swirl it around the defined rim, then close my lips over him.

“Fuuuuck.”

He towers above me, feeding me his cock, rocking his hips in restrained pulses so he slides slowly deeper. And deeper. I suck and lick and taste him, his skin thin and delicate over hard rock. I make ecstatic noises in my throat, reveling in the feel of him in my mouth, so solid and virile, my lips stretched around his girth. I seek his balls with my fingers, cupping them, and he makes another animal noise that has my pussy clenching hard.

Then he pulls away.

Panting, I gaze up at him.

He glares back at me, not in anger, but self-control, his chest rising and falling. “So close,” he grits out. “Wanna be inside you.”

“Yes.”

He gropes around for his shorts and pulls out a condom and I grin with delight as he rips it open and rolls it on his straining cock.

Eyes fastened on mine, he moves back between my legs. Inside me. Slowly. Thickly. I can’t breathe and all I can see is him against a background of blurred green and gold, the perfect V shape of his torso, the opposite V shape of his meaty thighs spread wide between my legs, his firm stomach. His eyes—green and gold and brown like the trees, pulling me into their depths until I’m lost in another world, a fog, a dream.

“Jansen.”

He takes my hands and threads our fingers together, and we move in a rhythm we create together ours, new and yet familiar.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he rasps. “I can’t stop wanting you.”

“I know.” The drag of his cock over sensitive nerve endings sparks and catches fire, a hot coil of flame building. “I know.”

Everything inside me expands, too fast, too hot, and I can’t go slow because I’m desperate, dying. I whine and lift my hips and he smiles tightly, letting go of one hand so he can find my clit with his thumb. I gasp and lose my mind, staring up at the sky then my eyes falling closed as he drives into me, harder, grunting and gulping in his own rapture. Pleasure rips through me and I shudder and quake and he drops over me, elbows on the ground, his face in my neck, pushing into me in urgent thrusts. He groans, and I clench around him as he comes, milking him, holding onto him with everything I have. And I never want to let go.

I’m exquisitely aware that I want him with me, next to me, always. I’m fascinated with him. I’m infatuated with him. I want to live inside him and keep him.

We doze off in each other’s arms, a second blanket tossed over us in case someone comes by, but we’re alone in the woods. The sun warms us and I’m so cozy and sleepy I might never move, drifting on a haze of sexual satisfaction and happiness, with Moose curled up at our feet.

We both wake up at the same time, stirring, slowly surfacing. We smile at each other.

“This is a first for me,” he says.

“What is?”

“Sex in the woods.”

“City boy,” I scoff, sliding my fingers through the hair at his temple.

“I’m not opposed to it. It just never happened.”

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