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I respond with my arms around her waist, my lips on her neck. She gasps and moans and melts completely into me. I take her hand and lead her into the bushes. The grass is wet, slippery, and Alyssa nearly trips. So I take her into my arms and carry her past a scattering of trees, to a patch of grass where no one can see us.
I lay her on the ground. She squirms and arches her back. Her dress rides up her legs and I suddenly remember that she's not wearing any underwear.
She's a fucking genius.
I kneel over her and trace the outline of her collarbone. She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she turns away.
"Luke," she groans.
Right now, she's mine. She's all mine.
I trace the neckline of her dress. Her skin is soft and wet, and my fingers slide over her with almost no friction. She squirms, reaching for my arms.
I pull her dress aside, exposing her breast, and bring my lips to her neck. Her nails find my back. She digs her hands into my shirt and groans.
I kiss her neck again, lower this time. Rain runs off her skin, but it still tastes like her, like Alyssa. I run my tongue along her collarbone and brush my fingers against the inside of her knee. She squirms again, her back arching, and I slide my fingers up her leg. Her thighs are such gorgeous curves, soft and firm at the same time.
She shifts, pulling her dress to her waist. My hands find the inside of her thighs, and I plant long, soft strokes on them. I touch her until she's moaning. Until she groans and digs her hands into my hair.
Her back arches, her chest shifting towards me like she's begging me to touch her. I lower myself and press my lips into the soft skin of her chest. She sighs, relaxing into a puddle of need.
I drag my mouth over her chest until I reach her nipple. She pants, digging harder into my hair like she's begging me to suck.
Like I could resist.
I trace her nipple with my tongue. It's so hard and soft, and it feels so good against my tongue. I run my tongue over it again. And again. Fast then slow. Soft then hard. I circle her nipple with my tongue until she's panting so loudly I can barely hear the rain.
"Luke," she groans. I brush my fingers over her, against her clit. She gasps, her body melting into the ground. I run my fingers over her again and again and again. And I bring my mouth to her nipples, sucking harder and harder and harder.
She arches her body into my hands, and my fingers slide inside her. She's so damn wet, and she's so damn desperate. I stroke her slowly, going deeper and deeper.
She squirms. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." She tugs at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. Then her hands are on my body, hard against my chest, my back, my stomach. She undoes my belt, tears at my jeans and slides them past my ass.
And then her hands are on my cock. Fuck. She wraps her hands around me and strokes me.
Warmth spreads through me, and I start to lose touch with anything except Alyssa lying in front of me. She's so god damn beautiful. The rain is still pouring on her, and her wet dress clings to her curves. Every part of her is perfect--her soft, round breasts, her smooth thighs, the gentle curve of her neck. And her lips. Damn, her lips are so soft and sweet and warm.
She rubs me harder and harder. I can't wait anymore.
I shift out of my boxers and press her thighs apart, pinning her legs to the ground.
She wraps her hands around my cock, rubbing it up and down. I shudder. Alyssa. Damn. Alyssa. I push her dress higher, past her belly button, and she guides my cock inside of her.
Damn. She feels amazing. So warm and wet and tight.
I press my lips into hers, kissing her hard. She responds with her tongue in my mouth. It slides over mine with urgency.
I start slowly, thrusting into her. She grabs my back, sinking her teeth into my shoulders. Then I feel her teeth on my neck, my chest, my ears. She runs her hands down my back and settles on my ass. She pulls me towards her, and I thrust deeper inside her. We move like this for a while, slow, gentle thrusts filling us both with waves of pleasure.
She stops me, digs her hands into my hair and kisses me hard. When the kiss breaks, she stares into my eyes. It's like she can see into my fucking soul, see every single part of me. We don't say anything. We don't have to. We both know what this means, that this is all the apology we need.
I run my hands over her body, feeling every part of her. We kiss again, a long, slow, deep thing. Then her hands are on my back, and she's arching into me. I thrust into her, deeper and deeper. Mhmm. She feels so damn good. Warmth radiates through me and I start to fill with pleasure.
She groans and arches and pants and digs her nails into my back. She lifts her right leg and swings it over my shoulder. Then she does the same with the left. I pin her to the ground. She's here. She's mine. And she's completely helpless to do anything but come.
So I thrust into her, deeper and deeper. She moans, her arms flat against the ground, her hands clutching at the grass.
"Don't stop," she groans.
