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Her eyes had drifted half shut, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I think that qualifies as distracted driving.”
“Nah, I’ll take care of you.” He shifted his movements, exploring until he found the exact motion that made her body jerk taut. “Like that.”
“Oh God.” Her hips rolled, trying to take him deeper, but he’d found the sweet spot and he wasn’t about to let go of her until he was ready. “I’ve been thinking about licking that sweet little pussy of yours against that tree.”
“Adam!”
He grinned, amazed that she could sound so shocked while obviously enjoying their current circumstances. “Lesson two in dirty talking—learn to say ‘pussy’ and ‘cock.’”
“C-c—” She made a face. “Cock. See! I can say it.”
Hearing the word on her lips was like she’d reached down and squeezed that part of him. He kept finger fucking her, fighting to get the words out through clenched teeth. “Unzip me, sugar. I want to feel you stroking me when you say it again.”
Her eyes went wide, but she obeyed, carefully unzipping his jeans and sliding them down far enough to free him. Her first stroke was almost tentative, but he kept her too distracted with what he was doing between her legs to be self-conscious. “Say it again.”
“Cock.” This time there was no hesitation or stuttering.
“Mmm. And whose cock are you stroking right now?”
“Y-yours.”
He pulled her closer, the move dislodging both their hands, and guided his cock between her legs, the position too tight for him to enter her. He lined them up so he rubbed against her clit and grabbed a hold of her hips, rocking her against him.
Watching the pleasure on her face was almost reward enough. Almost. “Tell me what you want, sugar. Explicitly.”
She bit her lip. “I want you—your cock—inside me.”
He had to hold still for a second to fight back the need to give her exactly that right that second. “And how do you want it?”
“I…don’t know.”
It struck him that it might be the fucking truth. How in God’s name had a hot little thing like Jules Rodriguez made it to twenty-six without knowing what she liked? He kept moving her against him, driving them both crazy. “You have one of those buzzy toys?”
It was hard to tell in the shadows, but she looked like she might be blushing furiously. “I have several.”
At least she wasn’t shy about meeting her needs while solo. He kissed her neck. “And how do you like using them?”
“I…” Her breath hitched. “God, that feels good.”
“I’m not going to stop. Answer the question.”
She shivered. “I tease myself. Until I can barely stand it. Then I…”
He gently bit her earlobe. “Keep going.”
“Then I stroke myself as hard as I can.”
Adam groaned. He could perfectly picture her like that, naked in her bed alone, stroking herself with some toy until she came apart. “I’m going to make it good for you, sugar.”
“Then hurry.”
He dug into his pocket for the condom he’d thought he was an idiot for bringing tonight. It was a study in frustration to let her go long enough to rip open the wrapper and roll it on, but he managed.
She started to sink onto him, but he stopped her. “Last chance.”
“And for the last time, I want this. I want you.”
He knew she only meant it in this moment, but it still struck a chord deep inside him. When had he last felt wanted by a woman—him as a man, not as a conduit of pleasure? Had he ever? He let go of her, and she sank onto his cock, inch by inch, until they were sealed as closely as two people could be. “Fuck, sugar, you feel so good. Better than I could have dreamed.”
“Yes.” She lifted up and slammed back onto him, but their position made it difficult to get a good momentum going.
He rolled them, laying her down on her clothes, and thrust into her. “You want it hard?”
“Yes.” The word was barely more than a moan on her lips. “Like that.”
He fucked her with everything he had in him, slamming into her until he had to muffle her cries with his hand. She consumed him, her summer scent wrapping around him, her muffled cries in his ear, the taste of her on his tongue. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. He needed her orgasm more than he needed his next breath.
“Adam, oh my God, Adam, don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his ass, urging him on. As if he was in any danger of stopping.
“I won’t, sugar.” He kissed her again, holding her as tightly as he could, until her entire body went tight and she came, her pussy milking him and dragging him over the edge. Desire consumed him, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.
…
Jules was pretty sure she heard baby angels singing and that the heavens opened up to shine on her.
