Page 56 of Patio Lanterns

She tugged at his t-shirt, helping to lift it over his head before she tossed it aside. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, down his firm pecs, playing in the field of soft, crinkly chest hair she’d been craving to touch since seeing him shirtless in the backyard.

He pulled down his shorts with one fast tug. His cock sprang free of its restraints, leaping up so fast that it slapped against his belly. “Oh my,” she hummed, her tongue wetting her lips as she closed her hand around it. “Is this big boy all for me?”

“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” he said through gritted teeth as she stroked the steely ridges of his fattened cock.

Raising herself above him, she denied her quivering pussy the instant gratification of a quick penetration. Instead, she used the fiery tip of his penis like a paintbrush, dipping it into her juices until coated, then playfully smearing the slick creaminess back and forth and around her puffy clit. He grunted in frustration, hoisting his hips toward her heat.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” he wheezed.

She felt for her robe, slipping her hand inside the pocket and producing the prized foil packet. “Voila!” she said, holding it up. “May I?”

He hesitated. “I’d better do it,” he heaved, taking the condom from her and tearing it open. “You’ve got me so fucking worked up already.”

He rolled it on with painstaking care. At his signal, she aligned herself above his sheathed cock and lowered herself down, easing him inside her. She shuddered at the sensation of his thick length filling her, the exquisite pressure of being stretched taking her breath away. They both moaned aloud, savouring the pure ecstasy of being together.

“Oh God, this,” she cooed, “this is what I needed.” Her eyes locked in with his baby blues, darkened with desire. The vantage point of towering above him drove her wild, and she was getting off on the power trip of controlling their mutual pleasure like the wanton vixen she was. She set the pace, and he quickly fell in line with her rhythm, meeting every gyration of her hips with a primal pumping of his own.

She kissed him wildly, the aftershocks of her orgasm building stronger with the increased friction of his buried cock. Deep wasn’t nearly deep enough anymore, not where their mouths were fused, not where his hands pressed into her flesh, not even where their bodies were locked together. It had never been quite like this with anyone before. Never had she felt so much, so deeply, so hard, so fast. Never had she needed someone so badly, wanted to take everything they had to offer, and give back so much of herself in return.

Her tits bounced and slapped as she rode him like a woman possessed, focused on the sensation of him filling her, retreating, and driving into her again and again. She shuddered, feeling the heat of him everywhere.

Breathing fast and heavy, his hardened muscles pulled tighter, and with a gasp, shuddered and exploded with pleasure. As his cock pulsed deep within her, she pulled him to new depths, rocking against him until he stilled.

“Christ,” he wheezed, the side of his hot face pressed to her breasts as they both came down from the intense rush. His heart was beating so hard, so fast, she felt it knocking into her own chest. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get better with you.”

She smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”

He maintained a grip on the condom as she delicately extricated herself. “Uh, I’m just gonna…” he said, pointing toward the hallway.

She nodded, gently sliding off her perch on his lap. With some effort, Rick peeled his hot body from the chair’s upholstery and padded naked across the room toward the bathroom. She heard a flush, and moments later, he returned.

Naked, he was starkly beautiful, his broad athletic physique still defined by its muscular tone and harmonious proportions. Aware that she was gawking at him—again, but this time in plain view—she could not tear her eyes away. He was all man. “You are so gorgeous,” she sighed.

He smiled, standing boldly in front of her, not appearing to be embarrassed or shy as she continued her unabashed admiration of his body. Probably because while she was studying him, his own gaze drifted over her exposed curves and contours. “And you are such a desirable woman. My God, it’s no wonder I can’t get enough of you,” he said. “You are breathtaking.”

A sudden warm flush heated her cheeks. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. And the way he said it, so tenderly and wholeheartedly, made her feel more treasured than she’d ever felt. Breathtaking. It truly took her breath away.

19

Rick

Rick grabbed a blanket off the arm of the couch and squeezed back into the chair beside Robin.

“I can’t believe Mutt slept through all that,” he chuckled, unfurling the blanket. It fluttered over them both, and he ensured she was tucked in before covering himself.

“Maybe he didn’t but we were just too busy to notice,” she said, glancing over to where he was snoozing, “or maybe he’s getting used to all your noises.”

He chuckled. “My noises?”

“Alright, our noises,” she corrected with a giggle.

He reclined the chair back again, and she snuggled in. Holding Robin in his arms was as close to heaven as he’d ever been. He was definitely falling hard for her, but the weird thing was, the thought didn’t scare him nearly as much as it had before.

Even with her seductive eyes and lips, the feel of her velvety skin, the lush curves that practically brought him to his knees, the part of Robin that really captivated him was her heart. And the more of it she revealed to him, the more he wanted to discover. What made her tick, what she dreamt about, what her plans were for next month, next year, for the rest of her life.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, dreamily grazing her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“You,” he said. Behind his confession, a swell of emotions surged, pushing him to stop holding back and open up to her. “I know it’s only been a couple days, but I have to tell you, I don’t think I’ve felt like this about anyone so soon before.”

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