Page 120 of Barefoot Dreams
I stick my tongue out and drag it against her hard peak. Julie moans and it’s all it takes for me to flip us around, positioning her on top of me as my backside hits the soft grass.
“What are you—” she starts, her gaze hooded and desperate.
“Own me, Birdy. Sink down on that cock and fuck me how you want it. I’m yours. All of me. Every last part. Own me,” I repeat,and she falls over, kissing me before lifting back up, grabbing my hard cock and sliding onto him.
Slowly.
“Ugh,” I grunt, my eyes rolling back from the tightness and heat of her drenched pussy around me.
“Ah, Griffin.” She pants when my cock is buried inside her to the hilt and she falls over, bracing her hands against my chest, her tits bouncing.
“Fuck, Birdy. You’re a damn vision.” My voice is raspy, low, as I gaze at her beauty against the dusky skies. “Mine,” I growl, grabbing onto her hips.
“Yours,” she whispers and rolls her hips, my cock slipping in and out, slick sounds filling the space around us with each move. My hands on her hips move to her sweet ass and I grab a handful, dragging her harder against me and wrapping my lips against her nipple. There’s no mad rush but the intensity of each thrust is mind blowing.
I feel every inch of her, every slide against her walls, every gasp and moan as we make love to each other in the meadow.
Julie’s hands tremble and when she fully falls against me, I roll us slightly, hooking her leg around my hip and thrust. The new angle adding to the intensity.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I chant as I fuck her. My lips kissing her lips, her jaw, her neck, her hair.
I’m lost in all that’s her. Lost in my perfect girl as she clings tight to me, rolling her hips in a perfect sync with mine.
“I love you. I love you so much,” she whispers when I thrust hard and deep.
“I love you, Birdy. In the past, present, and all the futures.”
And that’s all it takes for us to fall apart. For my climax to blend with hers in perfect harmony, completing us, drawing out our pleasure until we’re nothing more than sweaty mess surrounded by night and her garden.
"I hear it,” I tell her when she’s lying next to me, tucked under my arm, her leg still over me.
“You hear what?”
“The grass talking to me. I finally hear it.”
Epilogue
"Love her but leave her wild." – Atticus
Griffin
“Is it something in the air?” Callum grunts as he falls onto the couch in our break room, his jeans are stained with the shades of purple I picked out and I eye him, questionably, but he ignores me in favor of his moaning.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Luke asks, taking out a bottle of coke from the fridge.
“No, it’s very real. There must be something in the air around Loverly Cave that makes people do stupid shit.”
“Oh, then yes, most definitely.” Luke pops the bottle open. “Who did something stupid this time?”
“Me!” Cal yells, throwing his hands up.
“Did you finish the painting?” I ask, narrowing my eyes, and he throws a matching expression my way.
"Dude! I’m having a crisis over here.”
“Answer the question, then we can talk about your crisis. I’m on a tight schedule over here!”
“Of course, I finished your painting.” He rolls his eyes. “It’d be impossible not to with you as a warden.”
