Page 136 of When We Were Us
“Get these off.” I tug on the back of her jeans with my free hand.
She whimpers as my fingers slip out of her and she struggles out of her jeans, one leg at a time,while still straddling me.
“Leave these on,” I tell her, gripping her panties. I love the way she looks in them.
She cocks a brow at me, “You want my pantieson?”
“Panties on.” I kiss her, grabbing her ass and pulling her against my lap. The slide of wet lace across my length makes me moan. “Ride my cock, Wren.”
She does.
“Do you remember that skimpy red bikini you used to have?” My voice comes out low, panting, and straining with need.
As she rides me, her hips stutter just a bit when her eyes connect with mine. “Yeah,” she says breathlessly as she continues to move in that slow, tortuous ride. “What about it?”
“These panties, fuck… It’s that red bikini all over again.” I nip her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. That pulls a sexy as hell, breathy laugh from her lips. “What?” I say between licks and sucks to her mouth, jaw, and neck.
“I remember you said you liked my freckles.” She delivers a long, slow grind to my lap.
Pulling the strap of her tank top and bra down, I kiss along her shoulder. “Still do.” I work her top down until I can get my mouth around a perfect, dusty pink nipple and pull it into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasps with her head thrown back. “I remember these, too. Those tiny fuckin’ triangles barely covering you.”
“I remember that massive boner you had.” My lips stop mid-kiss, and she laughs. “I remember thinking,that’s from me.”
“You saw that?” I scrape my teeth lightly against her nipple.
She nods, another long, excruciating roll of her hips. “It's a lot bigger now than it was back then, but yeah, couldn’t miss it.”
That makes me chuckle against her skin.
“That was the first night I ever…” She trails off, and when I look back up at her, she’s blushing.
“You ever what?”
Shegives me a playful shove and she’s beautiful like this—all flushed cheeks, one tit out that’s still wet from my saliva, straddling my lap in the middle of an open field, and her wet pussy riding my cock through bright red fabric. I grind my teeth against the onslaught of her heat. It’s unrelenting, mind-numbing.
“Youknowwhat.” She drops her head to the side, giving me access to lick my way down her neck, and I slip my fingers over her lace-covered clit.
“Like this?” I ask, and her eyes flutter closed as she nods, licks her lips, and lets out a whimper. “And here, too?” I slide my fingers back, keeping her panties in place and pushing the lace against her entrance.
“Yes,” she pants.
“You thought of me?”
“Yes.” It's a low whine that snaps my composure and I pull her panties to the side, feeling her bare pussy slide over the underside of my cock.
“Fuck, Wren, ride me. Soak me.” I grab her hips and grind her clit down on me. The slick slide of her pussy feels incredible, and the head of my cock bumps her clit as she finds a steady rhythm.
I’m not even inside her and yet it's one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I don’t know if it's the things she said to me about my work or if it’s that she confirmed she has wanted me just as long as I’ve wanted her, but the thought of her doing the same thing I’d done that night—maybe even at the same time—has me coming completely undone.
Her pace is feverish against me as I rock my hips in time with hers.
Her words come out raspy and stilted when she jerks my shirt up. “Get this off.”
I reach behind me and try to yank my shirt off over my head, but we’re too close to the tree, with our weight pressed against it. I sit forward, yanking it off, and then shift so I can lay back on the blanket, taking her with me. She never stops riding me.
“I want inside you.”
She shakes her head, a frantic back and forth. “Come, Hank. Just like this. I wanna see it. Wanna see what I do to you.”
