Page 104 of Making It Up

I reach up and grip the back of his neck with both my hands, squeezing, so he understands the intensity I’m feeling. I lower my face, so our noses are nearly touching. I look into his eyes and say, “I want you to fill me up with your huge, hard cock. I want you to fuck me so deep and so hard that every time I sit down tomorrow, I’ll think of you. I want you to make me come so hard that all I can think about is your name. I want you to ruin me, David. Please.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then his mouth stretches up in a wicked grin. “Thatta girl.”

He brings my mouth down and kisses me, hotly, possessively. I feel the strokes of his tongue along my entire body. I am tingling and aching. I need him more than I ever imagined possible.

Instinctively, I start to reach between my thighs, needing pressure and friction against my clit. But he feels or senses what I’m doing and his big hand encircles my wrist, stopping me.

“No, no. That’s all mine.”

“Then do something,” I say, my voice thick. He knows what I want. He’s gotten me to open up and talk dirty. I’m not going to hold back now. “Please, David. Right here. Now.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely going to be right here and now.” He presses against my ass. “Lift up.”

I reach back for the handlebars and I lift myself off the seat. He gathers the skirt of my dress, lifting it up to my waist. I shiver, the combination of his eyes on me and the humid summer breeze rushing across parts of me that are never exposed outside in grassy fields.

He runs a big hand up the inside of my thigh, brushing over my folds.

“So wet,” he comments.

“Do. Something,” I say, my voice tight.

He runs his finger over me, masterfully finding my clit, brushing lightly as I gasp. Then he presses harder and circles faster, and I whimper.

“Can you hold yourself up there while I make you come?” he asks.

I have no idea. My arms are shaking a little, but I want this orgasm. “I’ll try.”

“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now,” he tells me. “My wild outdoorsy girl.”

Despite where his finger is and what it’s doing, I giggle. “If I’d known what kind of activities I was missing out on, I would’ve become an outdoorsy girl a long time ago.”

His finger slips inside me, stretching me slightly, the friction of his rough skin on me eliciting amazing sensations.

“I’m so fucking glad I’m the one who gets to make you wild,” he says. He adds a second finger, teasing in and out twice, slow and deep, before spreading his fingers apart and giving me a sweet, delicious stretch.

I gasp. “Me too,” I tell him. “I can’t imagine it being anyone else.”

“Remember that,” he says, as he curls his fingers and rubs on that spot that makes my eyes cross.

“David!”

“Coat my fingers,” he commands, gruff and firm. “Come for me so I can fuck this sweet pussy without hurting you.”

That sends me over the edge. It’s just that easy for him. I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. And no, I’m not able to hold myself up. But that’s okay. David’s there. As always. Fingers still deep, his other arm wraps around me and he pulls me into his lap, holding me against his chest as the ripples of my climax continue. His fingers slowly stroke in and out, his thumb lazily circling my clit, keeping me on edge.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my temple. “I don’t think you’re the one who’s ruined.”

I like that way too much. I know I am, in fact, ruined. I can’t imagine sex being this fun and dirty, but comfortable at the same time with anyone else. But I love the idea that somehow this is special to him.

“I need more of you,” I tell him. It’s only been his fingers. We haven’t even actually had sex. But I want it. All of it. So much.

“Right front pocket. Get the condom.”

I shift slightly not wanting to move too much and yet wanting to move like crazy. I just had an orgasm, and yet I need more friction, more thrusting, more stretching. I need him inside me. Right now.

I find the condom and rip it open.

“Put it on me.”