Page 63 of One Bed

She was going to say no, of course she was.

‘We’re in the middle of a party, Gib,’ she pointed out, but not sounding shocked. ‘Guests will walk past us. We might get caught.’

The thought of the danger ramped up his excitement. He’d never been one of those people who liked getting it on in cars, alleys or semi-public places, and he’d never understood how the thrill of getting caught heightened pleasure. He did now. He glanced at the covered entrance to this hideaway, and it looked impenetrable. If they were quiet, nobody would know…

Gib rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of her. She sent a nervous glance at the entrance of the hedge, and he sighed, disappointed.

‘If you want to, we can go back to the cottage,’ he told her. Because, really, he was lucky to have her any way he could get her, and he was adult enough to wait the five minutes it would take them to get back to the cottage. Two minutes if they sprinted.

Instead of answering him, she tipped her head back to look up at him and grinned. His cock strained against the zipper of his pants, and she ran a finger down it, slowly and deliberately.

Gib’s eyes didn’t leave her face, but he didn’t push. Like before, he felt the need to give her control of the moment, of what happened next. But it took all he had not to kiss her. He wanted to taste her mouth, to nuzzle his nose into her long neck, and make a long and leisurely exploration of her body, then do it again later. Tomorrow, next week, next mon?—

No! This was about sex, about getting each other off and living in the moment.

‘Got a condom handy?’ she asked. He reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a condom and handed it to her. She put it on the bench and, dropping her eyes, pulled his soft leather belt apart. She undid the clasp on his pants and slowly pulled down the zip, and lightning buzzed through him as her knuckles brushed his hard cock. She looked up, her gaze slamming into his.

Bea sent him a slow, naughty smile and in that instant, he hopped aboard Hurricane Bea, eager to spin and be spun. Bea pulled down his boxer briefs and slid her hand behind his shaft to pull him free. Her thumb drifted across his broad head and ran down the thick vein running up the side of his cock. He was at the perfect height, and he wanted her to take him in her mouth, to taste him in the most elemental way.

‘You smell like sunshine and sex, a wild, wild wind,’ she murmured against his skin, her words drifting up to him. She nuzzled her nose against him, sucking the skin of his shaft between her lips.

Taking him into her mouth, she let him rest against her tongue before starting to suck. He groaned, loving every moment of this, trying not to grind himself into her mouth. She was a little clumsy, charmingly unpracticed. But he wouldn’t swap her enthusiasm for skill. Her kissing him wasn’t a chore, a tick on the list … her appreciative murmurs reassured him she was loving the act, enjoying him. She worked her tongue, then her lips around his tip, licking him like an ice cream cone, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

About to blow – so not cool, as he rarely lacked control – Gib pulled back. A couple of things happened at once then, or in quick succession. He yanked her to her feet and reached for the condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushed his pants and briefs down, sat his bare ass down on the bench, and quickly, competently, rolled on the condom. He reached for Bea, pulled her onto his thighs, shoved her dress up her hips and palmed her bare ass, his thumb sliding under the thin cord of her thong.

‘Sexy panties, Bea-baby.’

Bea wrapped her legs around him, trying to rub her clit against his cock, desperate for contact. Gib, panting heavily, pushed his hand between them, his thumb dragging through her wet warmth, and pulled her panties to one side.

‘You are so fucking gorgeous,’ he told her. He gripped the back of her neck, pulled her head down and sighed when her mouth landed on his. His cock pushed inside her at the same time as his tongue entered her mouth.

There were no words to describe the rush of heat, the hit of need. For the first time in his life, he was fully, emotionally, in the moment, driven to give her everything to make this experience unforgettable for her. He wanted the memory of him to slide into her mind every time her mind drifted to sex. He filled her completely, stretching her.

‘Are you OK?’ he demanded, needing to know whether his size was too much, or if she was uncomfortable.

‘I’m amazing,’ she panted, her eyes wild. ‘Don’t you dare stop.’

Amazing worked for him. He rocked, she moaned, he panted, she pushed. Heat and light, sensation overwhelmed him and everything, but her warmth and scent and incredible body, faded away as he fucked her on this bench, rudely, passionately,thoroughly.Gibhad no idea how long it took her to come, a minute, maybe less, but she flooded him, her body vibrating and her inner walls clenching his cock. Bea buried her face in his neck, sobbing with relief, need and a desire for more.

He wasn’t done with her, not yet.

‘Again,’ he told her, pumping into her. ‘Come again.’

‘I can’t,’ she sobbed.

‘You can.’ He shoved his hand between them, found her clit and rubbed and Bea arched her back, moaning his name.

‘You don’t have to, I’m good with one,’ she murmured.

‘Fuck that,’ he replied against her mouth, flicking her clit gently before stroking her again. When she was close, he slapped his hand over her mouth, muffling her muted shout, trying not to groan as she tightened against him. She fell apart on his cock and his fingers, and he moved his hands to her hips, his fingers digging in as he pistoned into her. Sensation rocketed from his balls and up his spine, and he came on a low, drawn-out groan, feeling like he’d run a marathon. She held on as their shivers subsided, as they gradually gathered their shattered wits and the present faded back in.

Placing his hand under her butt to support her, Gib withdrew and he stood up. He held her as her legs dropped to the ground, not letting her go until she was steady on her feet. Unembarrassed, he pulled off the condom and tied it off before shoving it into the pocket of the pants he pulled on. He zipped them up, smiling as Bea adjusted her panties and smoothed down her short dress, looking thoroughly disorientated. Anyone with sexual experience would instantly realise she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm.

She had that dozy, what-the-hell-was-that expression on her face. And he’d put it there, making him feel like a sex god. Smiling, he buckled his belt.

‘How are you doing, Bea-baby?’ he asked, as she swayed on her feet.

‘Good,’ she replied, pushing a hand into her hair. She handed him a shaky grin, and then her hand. It disappeared into his, and he was once again assailed by the feeling of how right she felt. Whether it was her hand in his, his cock in her, or simply standing here, smiling at each other in a secret garden hideaway.

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