In answer, he kissed her again, and then his tongue was in her mouth, and one thick finger was inside her, the heel of his palm pressed against the apex of her sex.
Oh God, it felt as good as she remembered—better—his finger crooked forward, touching a place in her she hadn’t known existed. She couldn’t control the way her hips pumped against him in short, rhythmic jerks, and he must have liked it, because he groaned into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, Margo.”
And she was not a good girl, she would never be a lady, because she loved the filthy words in his mouth, and she turned her head to lick up his neck. “More, please. I need more.”
He pushed another finger into her, grinding his palm down, trapping her between the soft ground and the sweet almost-pain of her release just out of reach. She was shaking all over, her body drawing taut, her back arching.
“Perfect,” he said, “fuck, you’re perfect—”
And then she came hard around his fingers, her body clamping down in rhythmic waves that felt as far out of her control as the waterfall’s distant thunder in her ears. He pressed his face against her neck as she twisted and writhed against his palm, her body shuddering, and, oh God, the pleasure shattered her apart.
He gave her no time to recover. As soon as her body stopped fluttering around his fingers, he flipped her over and dragged her hips up with one hand.
She gasped, pressing a hand to the leaves near her face. The scent of earth filled her nose.
Her skirts were at her waist now, and she felt cool air on her buttocks, on her still-quivering sex.
She twisted her head back to look at him. He’d freed his shaft from his trousers, and he took himself in hand. The sight made her moan—Henry, proper and upright Henry, undone with desire, his hand fisting his cock, his eyes black as he stared at her.
He saw her looking back. “If you don’t want this,” he ground out, “tell me now.”
“I want it.”
In answer, he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, and she gasped, trying to shove back against him and take him in. His palm on her hip held her still, and she shuddered.
“Henry,” she said, since he seemed to like that. His hips jerked in response, his erection pushing just inside her.
“Henry,” she said again. “I want your cock inside me.”
“Oh fuck,” he managed, and then he thrust hard.
Her face was in the dirt. Henry’s hands dug into her hips. The air was cold on her breasts and thighs, and her hair was tangled in her mouth, and Henry was deep inside her, and it was the most painfully, wildly erotic thing that had ever happened to her.
“More,” she gasped. “Harder. Until you can’t think.”
He gave her more, and harder. He pounded into her, his fingers pressed into her flesh, his hands holding her still so he could drive into her. He set the pace. He took his pleasure from her and wrung soft, helpless moans from her throat.
“I can’t ever think around you,” he said hoarsely.
She whimpered. Her body trembled. He was so hard inside her, his rhythm steady and strong, filling her body.
“You like that? Knowing what you do to me?”
She arched her back, feeling helpless, unable to do anything except absorb the pleasure of his relentless thrusts.
“Do you like driving me out of my mind, Margo?”
“Yes.” She hardly knew what she was saying. “Yes, yes.” If she was to be frantic and ragged with need, then he should be too.
“Christ,” he growled, and then he shoved one hand down between her legs and found her pearl. Her release, which had been coiling in her belly, spun closer, and she cried out.
“I don’t want this to end.” His fingers took up a hard, circling rhythm, his thrusts never slowing. “But when you come around me, I don’t think I can stop myself. Oh God, Margo, you feel—so good.”
She didn’t want it to end either. She wanted to stay like this, her face pressed into the ground and Henry taking his pleasure greedily from her body, until she died of bliss. But he was driving her past the point of no return with his fingers and cock, and the moans that came from her lips were low and uneven.
“Yes,” he said, “that’s my girl,” and then she was clenching around him, her vision going black, her climax an explosion that rocked her whole body, ravaged her with pleasure.
