Page 73 of Caged Bird

I shook my head. “We’re in the shadows. No one will see, but I need to taste your pussy, Fawn. I need it.”

She let out a whimper of need, despite the fact she’d just had an orgasm. She got to her feet, leaning on the wall for support.

I checked she was deep in the shadows, but that was all I could do before fitting my head between her thighs and licking her from clit to opening.

She reached down, palm to the back of my head, her weight resting on her other hand.

My dick mourned the loss of her warmth but remained hard, just from the taste of her on my tongue. She was sin and sugar and sweetness all wrapped into one, and I fucked her with my tongue, spearing it into her pussy, lapping up every drop of her juices.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it, needing the friction. I used my free hand to grip her leg, holding her in place and opening her up so I could eat every inch of her.

“I need to come again,” she moaned.

She was so close. I could feel it in the shake of her legs and the pulse from deep inside her body.

“Back on my cock, baby,” I murmured, nipping gently at her inner thigh. “Need you to come on my dick. Want to come inside you when you do.”

“Yes,” she rasped out in a voice so sexy I knew I’d hear it every night in my dreams for the rest of my life.

I pumped my cock again as she got back onto her knees and straddled me. I lined myself up with her entrance, teasing her clit just a little with my tip, before sliding back through her arousal, so she could sink down.

We both groaned in unison. Two more pumps into her body, and I’d reached the limit of what I could take. It was a fucking miracle I’d lasted this long, when just a single glance or whispered word from this woman, at any time, any place, had me hard and ready to come.

I buried my face in her neck when I came, the sounds of her moans filling the shed and my ears. The music outside would surely cover her noises, but even if it didn’t, I was powerless to try to keep her quiet. She needed the release, and I needed to hear it.

Her pussy clenched around my cock, spasming with her orgasm. It was so good it verged on painful, especially if I let myself think that this could be the last time.

When we got out, and her new life could begin, away from Eddie and all of this mess, she wouldn’t want the reminder of what we’d done in stolen moments, two people connecting because it was the only light in the darkness.

But for me it would always be more.

It would be memories of me loving her, even while knowing she could never love me back.

Her movements slowed, the orgasm subsiding, and we clutched each other close, breathing slowly, my cock warm inside her but neither of us moving.

Just enjoying the feel. Needing each other close.

We stayed like that until I got hard again, the two of us slowly rocking our hips until we were fucking; our bodies perfectly fit together like this was exactly where we were supposed to be.

I lost count of how many times we did that, in that dark, dirty shed. But the setting didn’t matter. Just that we needed each other.

At some point I drifted off to sleep, sticky and hot with sweat and cum, only to wake in the very early hours of the morning, the sun peeping over the horizon outside the grimy shed windows.

Fawn was curled up against me, wearing my shirt that I could barely remember shedding, or her putting on. My heart stopped, just taking in her small frame swamped by my clothes.

If things had been different, if I’d been the brother who’d met her first, this could have been our lives. The two of us making love all night then waking up to her body wrapped around mine, her scent on my clothes and my skin and her name tattooed across my goddamn fucking heart.

But that wasn’t the hand we’d been dealt.

“Fawn.” I nudged her gently, waiting until she was awake and supporting her weight before stretching to ease the crick in my neck. I rose onto my feet, just enough to peep out the window. “There’s no one out there.”

She nodded sleepily, then blinked, noticing the rising sun. “Shit! Eddie is going to have noticed we’re missing by now!”

She scrambled to her feet, ripping off my shirt, and threw it at me. She found her dress on the floor and yanked it on, struggling to reach around and zip it up.

I put my hands over hers and took over, relishing one last touch of her skin before I yanked open the window for her.

She wasn’t a short woman, but she wasn’t tall enough to get out of the window without my help. I put my hands around her waist to boost her up, and then she was through the gap and dropping down on the other side.

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