After We Fall(36)

 

I reached under the bottom of her dress and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her right off the ground. She wrapped her legs around me, threading her fingers through my hair, fingernails raking across my scalp. Chills swept down my arms and back. It felt so good to be touched this way again, wanted this way—I’d forgotten how good, and the heat of it ignited a fire inside me that had long been out. She stroked my tongue with hers, kissed my jaw, my forehead, my neck, and my entire body thrummed with the need to be inside her, to be surrounded by the warmth of her desire. It was enough to shut off my brain—all I did was feel.

 

Moving off the path, I put her back against a thick tree trunk, pinning her there, pressing the bulge in my jeans between her legs, rocking my hips to rub against her. She used her legs to pull me closer. Minutes flew by as our breathing grew heavier, our bodies more demanding. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want it. I want it.”

 

Ten seconds of fumbling around with clothing later, I was sliding into her, my hands beneath her ass, her forearms braced on my shoulders. Her mouth was open, just above mine. “Oh God,” she whimpered as I lowered her onto my cock. “I want it, but don’t know if I can take it.”

 

“You’re going to take it,” I told her.

 

Her eyes closed as I buried every last inch inside her tight, wet pussy, her head turning to the side. “You’re so big it hurts.”

 

“Want me to stop?” Don’t say yes, don’t say yes, don’t say yes.

 

Her eyes flew open and she stared me down. “Fuck you. I want this. I don’t even know why I want this so badly, but I do.”

 

It was enough for me. Because I needed this—needed to be this close to someone, needed to hear her sighs and moans, needed to feel her heat and softness, needed to release all the tension inside me. I needed it so desperately I couldn’t see straight.

 

Pushing her back against the tree again, I drove into her, hard and fast and deep. She cried out at the peak of each thrust so loudly I put a hand over her mouth so that anyone within hearing distance wouldn’t think someone was being attacked by an animal.

 

But I felt animalistic in my desire—almost bloodthirsty. She gasped for air against my hand, her eyes wide and wild. But I felt her tongue stroke my fingers, and when I slipped my thumb into her mouth, she sucked it, licked it, bit it. Every muscle in my body was tight and tingling, and I knew I couldn’t hold out long. I put both hands beneath her again and concentrated with all my might on being less selfish, holding her tight to my body and flexing my hips to give her the best angle, rubbing the base of my cock against her clit. I’d missed this too—making a woman come, feeling that surge of power and pleasure.

 

“Yes! Just like that,” she cried, her eyes closed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…” She dropped her head to my shoulder and sank her teeth into my flesh, one hand fisted in my hair, the other clutching my bicep. Her legs tensed up, her entire body going still, and I pulled her even closer, using my hands to move her in little circles on my cock. Her pussy pulsed rhythmically around me, and I lost control.

 

I rasped and growled through clenched teeth, my orgasm tearing through me with brutal force. I fucked her barbarically, passionately, like I hated her, like I loved her, like a man completely driven by instinct and not reason or emotion. And when I came, exploding inside her with violent bliss, her face buried in my neck, everything went silent and black.

 

Stumbling backward, depleted and dizzy, I sank to my knees taking Margot with me. She yelped and clung to my neck like a child, sending me tumbling onto my back in the dirt.

 

And I laughed.

 

 

 

 

 

Sixteen

 

 

 

 

 

Margot

 

 

 

I ended up straddling him, my knees in the dirt, my arms around his neck.

 

He was laughing.

 

Laughing.

 

I had to smile. So that’s what it takes? An orgasm?

 

And speaking of orgasms, my whole body was still humming from the one he’d just given me. I’d never felt anything like it—so deep and intense I couldn’t even move while it happened. And it had happened so fast! I usually had to concentrate pretty hard to come during sex, and certain conditions had to be met for me to relax enough to let it happen. (Total darkness, soft sheets, complete privacy. Also, I didn’t love being on top because it forced me to see a man’s O face, and they were never dignified. It also made me feel sort of like being on display during a vigorous treadmill workout.)