Page 128 of Play of Love
Fun.
God, could I really do this? My arousal filled mind yielded to the prospect, and my body craved him with a hunger I hadn’t felt in years.
Shit!Damn me indeed.I knew I was going to regret this at some point in the not too distant future, but fuck it. Screw the past and what it held with all its warnings. I would be crazy to deny myself this delicious man who looked like he wanted to consume me. This was the present. It was right now. For the last few years, I’d focused on restraining my feelings for this man. His touches reminded me instantly of the fun we used to have when things were amazing, of the hot, wild sex that took me to another world and gave me a new meaning ofpassion.
Relinquishing all control, I took off his jacket when he tugged at my top and ran my hands over those glorious muscles that tensed at my touch. Yes, I could forget we were broken up and indulge in the moment. It was perfect. So why not?
“Jesus, Abi, how the hell could I have let you go?” His voice came out strained and labored against my lips.
His words reached my insides, so deep inside, and tugged at my soul, igniting the love I once felt for him. It should have sent me running. It should have reminded me of the hurt I felt when we broke up and that he never came after me . Or, worse, that he’d only been back in my life for a few hours and here we were out in the woods tearing off each other’s clothes!
But it didn’t. I put my fears and worries to the back of my mind, pushing them aside like I was sweeping them clean. And I gave into the lust that consumed me. He pushed me back gently against a tree and skimmed my waist with his hands.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he confessed with a salacious smile, cupping my breasts. I relaxed against the tree and allowed him to get a good feel. “You used to like this.”
“I still do,” I confessed breathlessly as he squeezed and ran his fingers back and forth over my nipples.
He worked my top over my head and threw it to the side where his jacket was. He then undid my bra and tossed that, too. “And I’ve been dying all day to suck these.” He breathed looking down at my painfully hard puckered nipples. He lowered his head and sucked on my right breast, sending ripples of ecstasy across my skin like waves of unquenchable fire.
I watched him as he continued to suck, and the sight made me weak from how hot it looked. I moaned uncontrollably into each suck, arching myself into him until his mouth was full of my breast. It felt so good that I came apart from the pleasure funneling straight to my nerves, intoxicating me like a drug.
I pulled in a breath and gripped onto his shoulders, not knowing how much more I was able to manage. “Scott, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” My voice broke the silence of the woods.
At that declaration, he sucked even harder, causing me to shudder. The wetness that built between my legs was more than evident now. I could tell he was enjoying the control he had over me, he placed his hand between my legs, cupping beneath the soft fabric of my jeans and pressing right up into my clit. He stroked me with his fingers, circling and circling, drawing me close to orgasmic bliss. I didn’t know that simple touch could feel so good and my need for him increased a hundred-fold.
I drew in a breath as he undid my jeans and slid them down my legs along with my panties. He also used that moment to slide his fingers inside me, touching me where I craved him the most, “You’re ready for me, Babydoll.”
I couldn’t even answer. He took off his shirt, revealing those muscles I’d fantasized about. He smiled confidently at the look I gave him and shrugged out of his jeans and boxers, unleashing the length of his cock. Damn, I’d forgotten how big he was. I watched him retrieve a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and roll it down himself, the sight of which was truly hot and made my mind spin over and over again. This, right here and now, naked in the woods about to have the wild sex he requested, was crazy and didn’t seem real. But it was.
Something filled me. It was that curiosity I had felt this morning, and I looked him over, wanting to remember how perfect he was, but also wanting to remember the way he looked at me. And that the look was all for me. I wanted to remember that intense need and desire that lit up his eyes as if he was desperate for me. I had seen him look at other women like that. To have him look at me like that did something to my insides that I never, ever expected.
I grabbed onto another breath I knew I’d need as he spun me around to face the tree and pressed my hands against the rough surface of the bark.
“You ready Babydoll?” He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot with the passion that surrounded us.
“I’m ready,” I said, turning slightly to face him, feeling so ready that my body was begging to have him inside me.
He placed a kiss on my lips, took hold of my waist and slid into me with one thrust that sent every nerve in my body into oblivion. I cried out from the intense pleasure and tried to keep myself from falling over. He gripped onto my waist and started moving slowly until he’d filled me. My body remembered his and was glad to have him back. I could feel it, that sense of familiarity that I could have only with him.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, building up his pace.
The pressure that built was unreal, and, if I hadn’t been holding onto that tree, I was sure I’d pass out. When his grip tightened, I knew that I should get ready for the wildness he spoke of, and here it was. His next thrust was deep enough to make my whole body singe with the ecstatic heat that licked at my skin, wiping my brain clean of thought. As soon as he did that, a mind-crippling orgasm made me cry out. He was pounding into me now, moving faster and faster, and I had to really focus to remember to breathe. It was definitely wild.
And, I was just along for the ride because I couldn’t possibly do anything else. Deeper and faster he went, hitting all the right spots, sending more fire, wave after wave, to consume my body and soul.
Flickers of light danced beneath my eyelids as I closed my eyes. The pleasure was so pure and explosive. Another orgasm built, and, as it took me, I realized he felt it, too. A deep cry escaped his lips and, God, he was moving faster.
“Fuck!” he cried, his voice rough, strained and full of emotion. The grip he had on my waist was almost painful. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt the pain for what it was, but I couldn’t feel anything besides that wildness of this moment. With one last thrust into me, I felt a shudder within the hard wall of his chest, then he stilled and moved his hand up my waist. My skin was dripping with sweat. So was his. I felt lost without him as he pulled out and spun me back around.
“Babydoll,” he breathed, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. I smiled into the kiss he then placed on my lips. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, appreciating the tenderness of his touch.
“That was wild.” My voice came out breathy and barely audible.
“Yeah, it sure was... You know what would be wilder?” A slow easy smile that revealed his gorgeous dimples filled his face and sent butterflies flying through my stomach.
“What?” I couldn’t imagine anything being wilder than that.
