“Face forward,” he commanded. That meant he didn’t want her to see what he was going to do. She loved it. She didn’t know when he would take her, what he would do before. She could only stand and wait.
She felt his breath at her ass. Then his hands were at her ankles running up the insides of her thighs. Slow and lazy, his fingers climbed. Her pussy clenched and released more cream in anticipation of what he would do next. Would he taste her? Finger her? Or just rip her panties aside and fuck the hell out of her? She groaned and closed her eyes.
His fingers brushed the wet gusset of her panties. Her pussy pulsed again. He pushed the material aside exposing her to the air and his gaze. His breath was hot, fanning her as he leaned closer until his tongue was dragging up over her saturated folds. He dipped inside and slid his tongue around her opening, teasing them both.
She moaned and twitched her hips. Clint slid a hand up to caress her ass cheek then rose a bit higher to grip the band of her panties.
“These need to come off.”
She nodded, panting as he used both hands to slide them over her hips and down her legs. He held her feet one by one as he slid the material free from her legs. Now she was naked from the waist down, completely bare for the world to see if they happened by. It was erotic as hell.
A finger slipped inside her and pumped before sliding out. She could hear him sucking on it and groaned.
“So hot and wet for me,” he murmured. “You want me to eat that sweet cream or fuck that pussy?”
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
“Always so impatient,” he chuckled. Then his mouth was on her. His tongue jabbed into her pussy while his finger slid forward to tease over her clitoris. He shifted behind her, dropping to his knees between her legs, forcing her to open wider. His tongue withdrew and was replaced by two fingers from his free hand while the other continued to torment her clit.
He licked the lower swell of her ass cheeks then nipped them with soft love bites. He loved her ass, always had. She had something really special planned for him where that was concerned. Something he’d fantasized about for a long time and she was willing to do now. But that was for later. Now she was so close to coming. Her nipples were tingling as blood rushed through her body.
“Clint,” she moaned his name.
“Come for me, baby,” he told her. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers so I can suck that sweet cream while I fuck my cock into you.”
“Ahhhh,” she cried out as she felt the first wave of her orgasm run through her. He eased back a bit, not stopping, but not overstimulating either. This was how he played her body to perfection. He knew just when to touch and how. One orgasm would bleed into another and another until she was too exhausted to move. Then he’d slide his dick in and give her more and more.
She was still coming when she felt him move behind her. His cock brushed against her and he slid it along her folds, bumping her clit with the head. She gasped at the sensations coursing through her body.
“Lift your ass for me.”
She shifted and felt him lodge at her opening. Slowly he pushed deep, giving her every inch with one firm stroke. His hands gripped her hips and held her while he began a fast pace. Marriage meant no more condoms for them and she loved the feel of him bare inside her.
She moaned and cried out as another orgasm surged through her. He was grunting and groaning as well.
“So good,” she screamed. “Just like that. Harder. Faster. Ahh, god, I’m going to come again.”
“You gonna come for me?” Clint panted behind her.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
“Come for me. Now.”
She did, with a scream that had to shake the trees. She was sure she’d scared every bit of wildlife away. She was still panting and gasping for air with Clint collapsed over her back when she heard the car stop beside them.
“I’m glad to see you found the place okay.” The woman’s voice carried to them but when Mischa looked up the woman was staring straight ahead. “I placed a welcome gift on the table. Some wine and stuff to celebrate your anniversary. I was going to show you around but I’m thinking you’ll be fine without me. I see you’re umm…busy, so I’ll just head back to town. My number’s by the phone if you need anything. Happy anniversary.”
The car pulled away and Mischa felt Clint shaking behind her. She couldn’t hold it in any longer either. They both burst out laughing as they separated and stood up to adjust their clothes. What a way to start the week!
Chapter Three
They were still laughing as they unpacked the car.
“How long do you think she was there?”