Page 80 of Promised Love

I drop to my knees and open the button of her jeans before tugging the zipper down. I pull down her jeans and leave them around her legs.

When I softly rub my finger against the wet spot on her matching turquoise panties, she jerks her hips.

“Is this because of me, or are you remembering them?”

“Wh-who?” She looks down at me in a daze.

“Good answer. Hands up, Autumn, all the time,” I warn her before diving into her cotton-covered sex.

I’m determined to get her panties soaked.

“Lukas!” She thrashes from side to side, struggling with my hands grabbing her waist.

I nudge the cotton aside, and my lips latch onto her sex. I lave on it like a man starving to death and it’s only she who can bring me back to life. Her arousal hits my tongue, and this time, it’s my turn to let go of a groan. My tongue touches every part of her. I’m determined to be the only person in her mind when she touches herself.

I let her climb the heights of pleasure, only to snatch it away. She lets go of a frustrated sigh, shaking her head from side to side. I’m so fucking proud when I look up to find her arms stretched above her head, now holding on to a thin branch.

“Who do you remember now, Autumn?”

She speaks so incoherently that I fail to understand. I lick her again, my tongue flat as I drag it from her entrance to her clit.

I repeat the question, and this time she wails, “You. You. Only you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

My thumb slides inside her, gathering moisture before I bring it back to her clit. “You look so fucking gorgeous, Autumn.”

Her legs shake every time my tongue hits her clit. I wrap my arms around her waist, and she rides my face like her life depends on it before she goes off like a firecracker.

But I’m not done.

I get on my feet and unfasten my jeans. I grab a condom from my wallet, and when I’ve rolled it down my shaft, I insert two fingers inside her, making her groan. “I’m ready, Lukas.”

“I see that. Holy fuck, if I knew the outdoors turned you on so much, I’d have dragged you here much earlier.”

She opens her eyes, “You turn me on so, so much.”

My mouth dries when she runs her tongue over her lips, and her fingers trace my cock. She rolls my balls in her hand, and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

When I bring my fingers, glistening with her wetness, to my lips, her breath hitches. Just to turn her further on, I suck them one after another, giving her a show of my own.

“Be prepared to never look at a waterfall, rain, or the forest the same way again.” I line my cock against her opening and slowly push inside her. “Every time you hear the sound of falling rain, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll be so turned on, Autumn, you’ll have to rub yourself to sleep.” I withdraw and press into her, keeping my thrusts slow and shallow.

“You’re being too damn careful for someone who’s trying to fuck memories of other men out of my brain,” she rasps.

“That so?” Her words snap all the strings of my restraint, and I thrust forward to the hilt, eliciting a groan out of both of us. “Don’t tempt me too much. Otherwise the ride back to the inn won’t be as enjoyable as the arrival.”

“I’d trade memorable for enjoyable any day,” she murmurs. Her eyes remain closed, but the curve of her lips tells me she’s enjoying this banter.

“Remember you said that.” And I ram into her with one mission, and that’s to imprint this moment into her memory like no other.

Sweat sticks to my skin even though it’s cold around us. Autumn’s breasts, captured by her bra, jiggle as I thrust inside her.

“Push your bra down,” I rasp.

She brings her hands down achingly slow.

“Faster,” I groan.

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