Page 76 of The Likelihood Of You

The trickle of whimpers that left her swollen lips told me that all the memories from last night had just filtered back into her mind. How I flipped her round and held her stomach as I drove into her from behind, how I’d caressed her head, how I’d drank up every inch of her curvy figure. And tonight was no exception.

I rode into her with a force I forgot I was capable of, each one powered by the gorgeous moans that left her mouth. Some steady but wanting grunts came from me, and I embraced how smooth and warm she felt around me.

“Look at you, such a good girl, taking all of me like this,” I growled, and my head fell back, my eyes connecting with the moon, as I tried to stop my knees buckling on me from how good she felt.

There was a slight breeze that continued to blow against my back, adding to the already present shivers, but nothing was going to distract me from Florence.

My eyes ditched the black sky, hovering over Florence instead. Her skin looked so pearly from the night sky, the light hitting all the right angles and curves of her body, skating over the lace that covered her.

She wore lingerie just as well as moonlight.

I grazed my hands down her thighs that were resting next to me, all the way along her waist, over her perky tits and found their place on either side of her head.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

I leant my body down, too, wanting to be as close to her as possible, so those pleasing words and delicate whimpers she gave me could hit my ears with double their power.

Hearing them up close only made me burn for her, which translated into my pulsing dick doubling down and sending her into orbit. The faster I thrust, the louder her moans got. I felt her arms leave the blanket and grip the muscles on my back, her fingertips digging into my skin to steady herself. That only made the tingles at the base of my spine shoot further around my body.

I could tell I was on the edge, purely by the way my head was starting to spin and how my limbs felt numb. Those sparks of pleasure began to sting so nicely. I wasn’t ready for things to end just yet, and I certainly wasn’t ready for Florence to leave the state she was in. She was so relaxed and tense at the same time; I wanted to watch her hang on just that little bit longer.

I pulled out of her slowly, savouring how she glided so perfectly around me, and shuffled my body down so my head was between her legs; the perfect position to devour her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her head spring up, only to fall back down to the pillow as my mouth consumed her, all wet and swollen.

I never understood guys who said they didn’t like doing this. I found it weird that they didn’t want to do the bare fucking minimum and show their girlfriend how much they worshipped her. The simple answer must have been that they didn’t.

I felt her thighs begin to shake as they lay next to my head; that was my cue not to stop there and return the fingers that had been inside her not long ago. My tongue absorbed every bit of sweetness; my ears ate up every decibel of the scream that left her and echoed through the trees, so loud that I’m sure the planets heard it. My dick heard it too, and it begged for me to put it back inside her. I was ready to come right here and now from just the sight of her like this, but I wanted to come with her around me, with her touching every inch of me.

I rose back to my knees after cleaning up her arousal with my tongue, appreciating every last droplet. I picked up where I left off and drove myself back into her. My eyes drank up the sight of her, the way her breasts were bouncing within their lace cage with each deep thrust I gave her, the way she was clenching the blanket on either side of her so hard that her knuckles were pearly white.

I was possessed.

“Fuck, Jacob, I’m so close…” She whimpered, her bottom lip between her teeth and cheeks the rosiest I’d seen them.

Within seconds, I could feel myself reach the climax that I’d paused before, my chest heaving and my legs stiffening from the sensation shooting through me. I could tell that Florence was experiencing it too; I watched her, and the way her eyes fluttered shut and how her body began to mould back into the truck bed was a giveaway that she was in the same state of bliss I was.

As she relaxed, I retrieved the pile of clothes from the end of the truck bed, and placed them next to us for when we’d regained enough energy to put them on again, before curling up beside her and syncing our breaths.

We lay there for a minute or two, easing our heart rates and resting our bodies back against one another’s, when we watched the clouds turn white for a second, the deep growl of thunder vibrating the truck shortly after. It didn’t bother me at first; it was only when the third lightning strike crackled through the sky and the growls of thunder got louder that I brought it up.

“The storm’s getting close, Flo; we should probably head in before the rain starts,” I said, turning my head to find her eyes glued to the sky.

“Can we stay for a few more minutes? I’m a sucker for thunderstorms.” She confessed, her eyes glowing with each strike that lit up the sky.

“Okay, but when it starts raining, we’ll take cover. I don’t want you getting a cold.”

Her face lit up once more, not from the lightning strike either, as she turned to me, her hand locking with mine. “Sometimes the colds are worth it.” She whispered, before connecting her eyes with the sky again.

We stayed like that for a while, watching the thunderstorm pass over us like another movie. And when the rain started to fall, neither of us moved.

Chapter twenty-eight

Florence

Okay, maybe the colds weren’t entirely worth the show that the thunderstorm put on for us last week. Because as beautiful as it looked, and as much as it soothed my heart that I could watch a storm without clinging onto what it used to mean, it really wasn’t worth the blocked nose and chest infection I was plagued with now.

In the moment, letting the rain fall upon our half-naked bodies seemed romantic, but really what it was, was plain idiocy.

Still, it was probably the most idyllic night of my life.

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