Sam shook his head. “I don’t think so. Ali’s going to be at the stand for another few hours, and I guess Bridge is with her.” When I nodded, he grinned. “Sounds like I’m at your mercy.”
“Your bad luck, then. Because I don’t plan to show you any mercy.” I crossed my arms and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling up until it was over my head. The cooler air in the forest made me shiver, and my nipple puckered within my red lace bra.
“Oh, Meghan.” Sam ran his hands over the lace. “Another new one. And red this time.”
“What, this old thing?” I pretended ignorance. “I just put it on this morning when I was thinking about this really hot guy I was hoping might see it. When I put it on, I touched myself like this ...” I covered my nipples with my fingers, caressing, and let my eyes drift shut.
Sam growled and his mouth pushed my hands away from my breasts. He sucked hard at one nipple through the lace, while his fingers rolled the other one. I moaned, moving so that he could take more into his mouth. I could feel his erection pushing against my sensitive sex, and I wriggled.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” He spoke without taking my nipple from his mouth.
“Maybe I want fast and hard today.” I fumbled with the button of his jeans, wanting them out of the way.
“Shit.” Sam leaned back, his eyes closed. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Mr. Prepared came out here without latex?” I continued undoing his pants while I teased him.
“I was cutting through the woods. I didn’t expect to find you here.”
“It’s okay.” I slid my hand under his jeans and boxers. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean and healthy. I’ve been checked out.”
He grunted as I took him in my hand. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’m clean.”
“Then we’re okay.” I patted his hip. “Lift up so I can get to you.”
He acquiesced, and I wriggled both jeans and boxers out of the way. His cock was stiff, and I fisted my hand around it, sliding up and down, starting slow but picking up speed. Sam groaned.
“Have I told you I like your skirt?” He pushed it up to my hips so that it hung behind me like a cape around my middle. His fingers sought me through my panties, stroking up and down over my wetness. “These damn things are in my way.” He held my eyes as he closed his hand over the piece of fabric and ripped.
“Did you notice those panties matched my bra?” I rubbed my thumb in a circle over the head of his cock, and he jerked upwards.
“No. I’ll buy you new ones. Come here.” He gathered me to him and stood up.
“Where are we going?” I ran my fingers over his hair and down his jaw. “Hmmm ... your beard is so soft.”
“Soft is not a word we want to use right now.” He spoke wryly, and I laughed. “And not far.” He stopped a few feet away, beneath the trees, and laid me down on a patch of soft green grass.
“We could have stayed over there.” I watched him kick off his pants.
“That damned chair thing of yours wouldn’t have stood up to hard and fast.” He pushed my skirt out of the way again and parted my legs. “And that’s what you said you wanted.”
Without giving me a moment to respond, he lifted my hips and sank into me. I arched to meet him and wound my legs around his waist, hooking my heels together as he moved within me, skin to skin for the first time, pounding a rhythm that had me panting along with him.
Delicious pressure built low in my abdomen, making me want more. I gripped Sam’s back with one hand, and with the other I reached between us, touching my clit and then moving lower to where we were joined. Sam gritted his teeth, pumping faster, and I screamed his name as I fell apart. He followed almost right away, his entire body one tensed muscle as he climaxed.
Sam rolled to the side, pulling him with me and holding me to his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“I like art lessons.” He wound my hair around his hand and held it up, away from my neck, so that my skin could cool. I loved that he thought of that, that he considered my comfort.
“That’s convenient, because I love teaching.” I kissed his neck. After a few moments, he draped my hair to the side, smoothing it down so that it lay on the grass. His lips grazed my forehead, and I felt his sigh.
“It’s a beautiful afternoon.” I raked my nails lightly over his forearm. “God, you have great arms. You know, when you hold yourself over me, and your arms are tensed, that’s the sexiest thing.” I twisted, bringing my lips to just under his chin. “And sometimes when you’re wearing a long-sleeved shirt, like last week when you went to the Guild meeting, and you roll up the cuffs to just above your wrists, it makes me so horny. I just want to lick up your arms and feel your muscles tense under my lips.”