Page 85 of Playing With Fire
They’re sturdy with no arms, making it the perfect place for her to ride me while she looks out at the ocean. But as soon as I sit down, I realize I wasn’t planning for this and I’m unprepared.
“Shit,” I mutter loud enough for her to hear as she stands next to me.
Some of the lusty haze clears from her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t planning on actually seeing you while I was down here. I ran out of the house without condoms,” I admit. It’s nota huge deal, we can still get each other off, but I was hoping to be enveloped in her heat as her walls closed around me, drowning out the cacophony ofwhat-ifscenarios rolling through my head for what Monday will bring.
Shannon studies me while biting her lip, her fingers fanning out to trace the outline of my abs.
“We could go without,” she says, her intonation making it half-question, half-suggestion. She also shrugs a shoulder, feigning nonchalance about me taking her bare.
I exhale slowly. “You really have a thing for playing with fire, don’t you?” I tease.
She doesn’t shy away from the issue and I love watching her find that confidence again.
“Just figured there have been enough barriers between us recently,” she replies playfully, still standing, but straddling my chair now, the blanket discarded in a heap on the deck next to us.
“You’re trusting I’ll be able to pull out when the time comes and I’m not so confident,”
I admit, talking to her pussy which is eye level with me right now.
She sits down between my legs, leaving an inch of space between us. Her eyes flare with lust in the dark. “Who said anything about pulling out?” She runs her tongue across my bottom lip. I’m so fucking hard it hurts and she seals our fate when she whispers, “You’ve already filled my heart. Now I want you to fill my body.”
Yes, ma’am.
Her feet are planted on the deck, but she doesn’t get a chance to bear any of her weight when I lift her and seat her on my cock in one swift motion. Considering my face was just between her legs, I know she’s wet enough to take me.
“Fuck!” we cry in unison as I bury myself to the hilt.
She immediately starts rocking back and forth on my lap, using my shoulders for leverage, but I have to still her.
“I need just a minute or this gonna turn into an eight-second ride.”
She nods, but dives in, biting my neck, smashing her tits to my chest and I can feel her nipples scraping across my pecs.Fuuuck, this is not helping.
Swallowing hard, I try to stave off my orgasm so I have enough time to at least get her there with me, but the way she’s rolling her hips has her clit grinding against my pubic bone and a wave of relief hits me when her short, panted breaths fill the air.
“Hudson, I’m...” She wraps her arms around my neck, grinding harder. My hands are spread across her hips and ass pushing and pulling to match her rhythm. At the first spasm of her orgasm, my hips thrust into her.
“Baby, you’re sure about this?” I grunt a split second before I’m painting her insides.
“God, yes.Please.” Her whine is music to my ears.
“Oh…fuck…baby…” I damn near blackout as I erupt inside her.
I don’t make a habit of fucking without a condom, and I’d forgotten how wonderful it feels.
“Thank you,” she breathes against my ear a minute later.
“Pretty sure it’smethat should be thankingyou,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. As we come down from our highs, our sweat begins to dry, making us both shiver. I reach over and pick the discarded blanket up and wrap it around Shannon, before tucking it behind my shoulders, encasing us in a cocoon.
With her forehead pressed against mine, she lets out a quiet huff. “You know, people say you should never make declarations of love during sex…” she trails off, leaving my heart pounding harder than a stampede of fucking elephants. It isn’t until she pauses that I realize how much I’ve wanted to hear her say the words.
“Well, in general, people are idiots, so I don’t know how much advice I’d take from them. Andtechnically,we aren’t having sex right this moment,” I say, encouraging her. Desperate to hear the words fall from her lips.
She laughs and pulls back to look at me. “Is it too soon?”
“Not for me,” I answer honestly. I’d say more, but she needs to drive this ship. She’s the one coming out of a marriage.
