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Kensington
NATHAN PUSHES MY shirt up, unhooks the front clasp of my bra, and devours my breasts.
“Yes.” I throw my head back, my tights soaked, and reach for the button on his jeans.
We’re all hands and lips in desperate need of a connection.
“Are you wet for me?” Nathan slides his fingers down the front of my shorts and tights. He hisses. “Sopping. Fuck, I love that. I want to be inside you so badly. But are you sure?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I hiss, frustrated and horny beyond belief. “I know what I’m doing.” I bite his lip, hard, and grab his thick erection. “I want this. I want you. Now, Nathan. Please.” I need to feel him in me and all over me. I need to be one with him. Nothing is as good or as consuming.
He shoves my shorts and tights down. They get stuck at my knees. “What the fuck?” He eyes them. “How do I get you out of these?”
Crap.I hadn’t thought about us having sex when I chose the outfit. Removing my shoes so I can get the tights off and free my legs would be too much work and take too long. “You don’t have to.” I lower onto my knees. Soft grass, dirt, and a few dead leaves cushion the ground. I’m too turned on to care that we’re acting like animals in the wild.
Nathan takes the hint. He tugs his pants down before joining me on his knees. “Fuck, Kensi. The things you do and say. You are my dream girl. My everything.” He bends me onto all fours and covers my back with his chest and body. In my ear, he murmurs, “I love you. You don’t have to say it back, but I do. Only you. Never forget that.” He thrusts into me. His thickness slides in with ease.
I moan and arch my back. “I wish you had your finger vibrator toy.”
He chuckles, his stomach muscles contracting against my back.
I love when he stays close to me like this.
“Baby, I don’t need it to make you come.” He cups my cheek and turns my head, claiming my lips with a fierce kiss. A moment later, he moves the hand to my breast. He pinches my nipple, making me moan and rock into him.
My insides clench when his finger moves to my clit. He makes small circles, spreading my wetness around, as he pumps into me from behind. His rhythm grows faster and faster until I’m nothing but a symphony of panting and moaning. Sensations build in my core. He pinches that sensitive spot between my legs.
I scream out and almost orgasm. “Oh, God, Nathan. I’m so close.”
“Thank, fuck. I want to come so hard in your sweet little pussy. You feel so good, but I want you to come first.”
His dirty words send me over the edge. I orgasm loud and hard, clenching around him as I call out his name.
Nathan follows, coming and plunging his tongue into my mouth as if desperate for one last taste.
My arms turn to mush. I want to collapse but not on the ground.
Nathan presses his hand to my stomach and turns, pulling me on top of him while he lies on his back on the ground.
“You’re going to get dirty,” I whisper, still catching my breath.
“I don’t give a fuck. You just gave me another round of the best sex of my life. I’d happily lie in pig shit.”
I giggle and accidently push his erection out of me.Oops.Semen drips between my legs. I shoot upright. “We don’t have anything to clean up with. Oh, God. I did not think this through.”
“Here.” Nathan hands me his jersey. “Use this.”
“But it’s your shirt. And it’s chilly out.”
“I’m not cold, Kensi,” he murmurs in my ear and it’s so hot and sexy, I shiver.
We can’t have sex again. Not like that or here. Now that I’m not high on hormones, I can’t believe we did it at all. Don’t get me wrong. It was epic. Being scared and in the outside in the dark with festivities in the safe distance is a hell of a turn-on, but I’m rational now.
Using Nathan’s jersey, I wipe his cum from my thighs and fix my clothes so they’re back in place.
Nathan uses his jersey to clean himself too and puts the shirt back on.
