Page 41 of The Wedding Cake
Tim pressed his lips to hers as she bucked her hips to meet his. Freya would never normally get in so deep so quickly, but this was different. It had always been different with this man and now they had lost time to make up for she wasn’t going to waste a precious second of it. Tim deepened the kiss, his tongue sensuous yet famished. Slow-burning then fast. A blissful indicator of all the pleasure that was to come.
The shade of the trees on the outskirts of the meadow might have provided a little cover from the heat of the sun, but Freya couldn’t wait to shed her clothes. Side note – thank gawd she’d de-fuzzed last night! Now it was her turn to groan as she guided Tim’s fingers over the buttons that weren’t yet revealing her skin. His touch was fire. Ecstasy and agony as his palms slid over her chest, caressing her bust beneath the white satin, teasing her nipples. Meanwhile his hot lips tasted her neck, working their way expertly and deliciously down to the tops of her breasts. Tim slid his hand behind her back and whipped Freya’s bra off within seconds, rocking back on his knees for a few moments to admire her curves.
“I’m the world’s biggest idiot to have let you drive away that day in the carpark.”
He shook his head, his pupils dilated, his smile full of intent.
Any insecurities Freya might have had about what she could offer this man in comparison to Piper vanished in a Spanish heat haze. Tim had it as bad as she did it. He almost ripped his top off in his excitement and Freya pulled him on top of her. She didn’t want to feel a millimetre of space between them, but soon she would have to let him peel away for another excruciating few moments when they tugged off the rest of their clothing. His erection was massive and that was all she needed to know, to remind herself that the anticipation between each piece of the action was just as big a turn-on.
But then her thoughts turned to practicalities: a) she was rusty as… well, she couldn’t think of a suitable simile without killing the passion, but she was massively out of practice between the sheets (and on top of the grass), whereas this hunk of a male who was currently sending her senses into overdrive as he his tongue flicked against the sensitive patch of skin at the side of her neck, had definitely been getting his regular fix and b) she didn’t have any contraceptive on her.
Tim ramped up the intensity of his neck nuzzles and Freya surrendered to the pleasure. This had to be a sure sign they were made for each other. Sid had never been this tuned into her needs. And as for the men who showed up on the scene after him, the less said the better.
“Are you sure you want to take things further? I don’t want to rush you.” Tim mumbled deliciously into her ear. “I have condoms but I don’t want you to think that I came here to find you with one thing on the brain.”
“How did you find me, by the way?”
“Hayley.” He grinned. “That woman is incredible.”
Freya donned a fake jealous expression and Tim laughed. “Alice and River’s bridesmaid.”
“You know the other couple? What the…?”
“So as I was saying, Hayley and I swapped numbers when we dumped the unwanted guests at the villa. It’s alongstory and there’s no way I’m telling it now when we have more important business to attend to.” Tim winked. “Alice let slip to us all that you were on a hiking retreat in the mountains, and Hayley called around a few places, narrowing them down to this very dot on the globe.”
“Useful friend.”
“Wait until I tell you what she did with the cake snatcher!”
“The what?”
But Tim refused to be drawn into lengthy explanations once again. He stopped to gaze into Freya’s eyes and she pulled him back in for a sensuous kiss, unable to bear looking at him without touching, her hands roving all over his body, feeling their way along the length of his penis, breathless at the thought of it inside her, until he pulled away again.
“Freya? My…erherm… earlier question?”
“Wasn’t that kiss answer enough?” she laughed.
“Hell, yes.” Tim arched a brow and pulled down Freya’s shorts, following that up with a slower and raunchier removal of her matching black satin panties. He closed his eyes dreamily as Freya helped him with his zipper before she lay back to thoroughly enjoy the view of his crotch, unable to believe how much her life had changed in twenty-four hours as he rolled the condom over his erection and gently trailed his fingers along her inner thigh. “As much as I want this to last forever, it’s going to have to be fiery and fast. Once the others are back at the inn, Salvador will stride down that hill in no time with a stretcher.”
“Let’s do it. It’s the perfect excuse to over-exert myself to make my injury look even more credible,” Freya giggled naughtily.
She wrapped her legs around Tim, guiding his hardness inside her. His first thrust was as meaningful as it was ecstatic, the waves of pleasure building as they explored one another until Freya was tugging at the blades of grass in the absence of a pillow. “Later we’ll do this properly. Over and over and over. Without the worry of getting caught,” he groaned.
“Doesn’t that just add to the thrill though?” Freya had never felt so alive. So bold and alive. She knocked Tim’s hip with her knee, hinting that she wanted to go on top, and he gently manoeuvred her into position, eyes glazing over at the uninterrupted view of so much of her body.
“You are sooooo hot!” he moaned. “I’ve dreamed about doing this to you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Never did I dare to think it could become a reality.”
“And yet here we are.” Freya moved sensually, loving the effect she was having on this man, hungering for his kisses once more. She pinned Tim’s arms to the ground, splaying her hands to run them along the length of his muscles, clamping his thoroughly capable hands in hers as she slowly and tantalisingly let their lips meet, savouring the sensation of her breasts pressed to his chest and the throbbing of him inside her.
“Can I take you from behind for the finale, baby?”
“Are you a mind reader?” she giggled.
Freya couldn’t believe how relaxed Tim made her feel. At most she might have contemplated an outdoor fumble with Sid if they were drunk and on holiday. It had happened once on a secluded beach. But then everything had been so authentic with this man since the moment she’d met him. They could probably get away with one final act of passion in the great outdoors without getting kicked out of the group for lewd behaviour… and if luck wasn’t on their side, so what?
Tim expertly twisted them both so as not to break the delicious contact and Freya closed her eyes and revelled in the mounting waves of bliss, letting herself melt into the greatest orgasm of her life, before collapsing in a deliriously happy heap.
“Well,waking up to this is as much the stuff of dreams as it is unexpected,” said Tim, rolling over to snuggle into Freya as they both took in the sunrise from their bed.
