Page 25 of Wild Runaway
Trish straddles me on the porch, her thighs scraping against my own. She gyrates slowly, pressing her hips into me and turning my cock to steel.
My hands run up her back and tangle in her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck. She moans at my touch as I nibble at the skin of her throat.
I’ve waited so long for this woman, and now she’s mine. She’s mine. For real and forever.
We fumble at each other’s clothes, and I pull her T-shirt off her head. She pulls my shirt off, and the cool air dances across my chest.
I shuffle around so that I’m sitting with my feet on the first step and she’s straddling me with her feet on the next step down, keeping her hips in a good position and giving me access to her pussy.
I unhook her bra, and her luscious tits pop free. My mouth moves over them, and I suck on her nipples one by one. The little whimpers that come out of her mouth drive me crazy.
“You can be loud out here, Trish. There’s no one here but the trees and wildlife.”
“You think the bunnies are watching?” She giggles, and it’s the first carefree sound I’ve heard come out of her. I want to hear it again.
“Nah, not the bunnies. It’s the deer that like to watch.”
She laughs again and I capture her mouth, wanting to kiss that giggle and trap it forever inside me.
Her giggles turn to moans as I move my mouth down her throat and to her breasts.
My teeth scrape her nipple as I roll the other one around in my fingertips. Her hips buck at every movement, and her moans peak into little cries.
God, she’s got sensitive nipples, and I fucking love that. I want to find every sensitive spot on her body and work it until she begs for mercy.
Her hands snake down my chest, fingertips running over every muscle and tangling in my chest hair. She tugs on it slightly and pricks of pain jolt through my body, making me gasp.
Her eyes go wide with delight at the discovery that she can get little noises out of me.
I love this exploration and I could explore her body all day, but right now there’s something I need more.
I tug at her leggings, and she lifts her butt so I can slide her leggings and panties off. Then she’s tugging at my jeans.
We stand up so we can dispose of our clothing, and when I sit back, it’s on the porch.
She’s standing before me naked, and my breath hitches. I can’t breathe. She’s a vision, this beautiful woman who came into my life, who’s mine to keep, mine to protect. The bruising on her body has faded, and I swear to God, I will never let anyone harm her again.
“Come here, beautiful.”
She moves forward slowly, shyly. I put my hands on her buttocks and breathe in the scent of arousal.
“Part your legs for me, honey.”
She’s standing above me, and she does as I ask. I look up into her eyes.
“I’m going to worship at your temple every day, Trish. You’re beautiful, and you deserve to be worshipped.”
I pull her butt towards me and slide her pussy onto my tongue, tipping my head back to get better access. I lean back and rest one hand on the porch as Trish shuffles forward. She grabs hold of the back of the rocking chair and spreads her legs wide for me. She’s so fucking sexy, standing over me, her hips moving while she rides my tongue.
I’ve seen her confidence grow in the last few days. She’s not the frightened mother I found. This woman I’ve got dancing on the end of my tongue is all confidence. I glance up as I move my tongue and appreciate the glorious sight of her tits bouncing above me.
Our eyes meet, and one hand slides down over her breasts. Her thumb brushes her nipple, and her eyes roll backwards as she moans.
I fucking love it that she’s playing with herself. While Trish works her tits, I bring my hand up and slide it between her folds, slipping a finger inside her pussy.
She’s so fucking tight and wet. Her juices flow over my tongue and dribble into my beard.
I can’t take it slow; I need to warm her up so that she’s ready for my cock, which is hard as the wood I’m sitting on.
