Page 35 of Balance

“Stand up.”

My heart drops and I scramble off him, planning on grabbing my wine and rushing back into the house and hiding in my room until he leaves in the morning.

“Did I say walk away? Get over here and take off your clothes, Lillian. Unless you don’t want this?” I spin around and gape at him. He cocks a brow and is still sitting in the chair, one hand in his pants, slowly moving up and down on his cock.

Oh.

Oooooh…

I step closer to him and rip off my t-shirt, stumbling over myself to remove my shoes and socks. The grass is soft and damp, chilling my warm feet. I slip my thumbs into my pants and underwear dropping both at the same time. Leaving me in just my bra.

He grunts and his hand stops, I watch as his fist clenches, holding himself back. “The bra, Lillian,” he grinds out, and I immediately oblige, panting as he peruses my naked body.

My curves. My stretch marks, and my scars from my surgeries along my lower and upper stomach. It might be too dark for him to see much though. Hopefully.

He groans and bites down on his bottom lip. “Come here, baby.” I shuffle forward and stop when my toes touch his and he rolls his eyes. He rips his shirt off and stands, his chest touching mine, up against my swollen, hard nipples.

He drops his pants and boxers and sits back down, his cock bobbing against his abs. He reaches forward and drags me onto him, forcing me to straddle him once again.

His cock is so hot, so hard, I don’t stop myself from rubbing myself on top of him. I press my lips to his as I drag my hand down his chest, down to his cock and wrapping my fist around it. I glide my hand up and down the smooth skin, damn he’s thick and long.

He groans into my mouth when I continue to touch him, and I cry out into his mouth when he glides his fingers through my slit and shoves two fingers inside of me, rubbing along my sensitive walls and pressing his thumb to my clit.

I’m already so close, fuck, how long has it been since I’ve gotten off?

I’m panting into our kiss, our teeth are clashing. I fist his cock harder and faster, collecting his pre-cum before dragging my hand back down.

He bites down on my bottom lip before moving his mouth to my neck, sucking on my skin. “If you continue to fuck me with your hand, this is going to end a lot sooner than I’d like…” He huffs out a harsh breath and fucks his fingers faster in and out of me. I toss my head back and tremble in his arms.

I feel the climax cresting, so, so close.

He pinches my clit at the same time his mouth latches onto my nipple and I cry out, shaking against him as I ride it out. He’s lifting me back up and then lowering me onto him.

“Fuck,” I grunt and place my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He closes his eyes as he works me shallowly up and down until I’m more stretched, getting my natural lube along his length.

“Damn,” he chokes out and then I hold my breath as I slam down the rest of the way. I wrap my arms around his neck as I breathe through the burn, the stretch, watching his face grow slack with pleasure.

I start to move, slowly, grinding him. Feeling his fingers digging into my hips.

Under the stars, listening to the wildlife, the slight breeze whispering through the trees. This is amazing. Perfect. Beautiful. Us.

He moves me harder and faster against him, feeling him pulse and twitch. He’s so close and I’m not close at all. Just so lost in feeling him naked, vulnerable, and so mine at this moment, that I never want it to end.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He moves one of his hands down to my clit and circles my sensitive nub, thrusting his hips up into me faster, hitting me so much deeper.

Oh god.

I bite down on my lip, closing my eyes as I match his rhythm, feeling my breasts bounce, my nipples rubbing against his trimmed chest.

He grunts and blows out harsh breaths in my ear, biting down on my shoulder as he starts to come.

Feeling him fill me, the attention he’s giving to my clit. How hard he’s thrusting into me, immediately throws me into another orgasm.

I whimper and fall into him, letting him take over as he rides us both through it, even though we’re both so sticky and sensitive.

He slows and wraps his arms around me, just holding me.

He tenses and glances down at his lap, finding him covered in both of our fluids. “I…we… We didn’t use a condom.” He glances back up to me panicked, stricken almost.

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