Page 87 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“You know I am.” Her voice is shaky.
“Is it for me?” I bite down on the protruding bone; she moans in response.
“You know it is.”
“That’s too bad.” I move my mouth to meet hers and let the two lightly brush against one another.
“Why?” She’s breathless. She darts her tongue out to trace my lips.
Her hands move between us and unfasten my shorts. I push them partway down my thighs with one hand and pull her thong to the side with the other.
“Because I’m not fucking you again,” I say as I line up at her entrance.
“I’m not fucking you either,” she says.
“And finally, we agree.” I thrust inside her, and two twin groans echo at the contact. It’s like the fucking first time every time, and like we didn’t just have sex a few hours ago. I curl my arm behind her, so she’s cushioned against the bark of the tree.
“God, you feel good.” She tilts her hips forward to meet mine.
“I guarantee you feel better.” Our lips meet between us and our tongues swirl together. I lose myself in the moment. Pumping into her like we have all the time in the world.
“What if someone sees us?” she asks.
“Little late for that, sweetheart.”
“I need harder.”
I pick her up by her ass so she can wrap her legs around me. I go harder.
“Wyatt, I’m going to come,” she cries into my mouth as she explodes around me. Everything she has around me tightens as she rides out her pleasure—arms, legs, pussy—blanketing me in the sweetest embrace.
“You’re going to come again.”
Her head lolls forward onto my shoulder. “I can’t.”
“You can. But you have to hurry. Someone could drive up at any second.”
Her pussy spasms when I say that. “You ride my cock so well, sweetheart. Even out here in the open. Do you think someone’s watching?”
She bites at my shoulder and moans louder.
“Are they getting off while they watch? While they see your sweet cunt take my cock again and again. Hear your cries when you come around me?”
“Ohmigod,” she tries to muffle her sounds against me.
“That’s not working, baby. I can hear you. So can they.”
“Oh, fuck!” She comes again, harder this time. Her body shudders, and her muscles spasm. She buries her head further between us and screams. Birds fly from their perches above us. I thrust once more and bottom out. I have to bite her neck to ground myself as I let go. It does nothing to silence my cry. Not like we were trying to hide what we were doing anyway.
I give myself a minute to catch my breath before I let her back down. She’s still breathing heavily as well.
I tuck myself back in my shorts and fasten them.
“My panties are worthless now,” she says drily, straightening her dress.
“I’d say they’re pretty fucking effective.”
She looks up at me from underneath her thick lashes, big green eyes blinking, and says, “I really wasn’t going to have sex with you again.”
