As I continued to pleasure Liza, I remembered we were on the front porch, exposed and vulnerable to anyone passing by orpeering from a neighbor’s window. The realization sent a thrill through my veins and only made my cock that much harder.
“Ty,” Liza panted against my ear, her breath hot and heavy with desire. “What if someone sees us?”
Her words aligned perfectly with my thoughts, igniting a wicked excitement within me at the thrill of the risk. “Doesn’t it excite you?” The intensity of my desire made my voice husky with lust. “The idea that we could be caught at any moment?”
Liza hesitated before responding, her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly as she pondered the possibility. “Yes, but maybe we should move inside.”
“Inside?” I said, momentarily disappointed by the suggestion.
“Come on.” Liza’s eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she broke free from my grasp. “We can continue this without worrying about prying eyes.”
Even though the adrenaline rush of being potentially spotted thrilled me, my mate’s privacy and protection came first. Reluctantly, I agreed, and the two of us rushed inside.
I locked the door behind us, ensuring any uninvited guests would be kept at bay. I turned back to Liza, where she was leaning against the wall, her face flushed and lips swollen from our fervent kisses.
“Where were we?” I asked, closing the distance between us, and capturing her mouth once more.
“Here,” Liza’s breathless voice whispered in my ear after she broke the kiss before she pulled me into the nearest room—a spacious walk-in coat closet. Darkness wrapped around us, providing an intimate cocoon for our heated desires.
“God, Liza, I need you.” I groaned, grabbing her around her waist and picking her up. Our lips crashed together again, our tongues twining in a frenzy as I pressed her back against the wall.
“Please,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around my waist, searching for friction. The urge to be inside her surged through my veins like wildfire, burning up all the self-control I possessed.
“Are you sure?” With the weight of the moment pressing upon us, I managed to ask, fully aware that once we passed this threshold, there was no return. Her answer came in the form of a passionate kiss full of promise and unspoken emotion that somehow still spoke volumes.
As Liza clung to the bar holding the coats above us, I guided myself into her, both of us sighing in unison. With every shared touch, the world around us blurred, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of our bodies merging, and the overwhelming ecstasy of finally giving in to the long-awaited passion.
“Ty! Oh, fuck, Ty,” Liza moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders as we moved faster, more urgently. Her body felt like heaven, the heat and wetness of her arousal driving me wild with need.
I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as a primal growl rumbled through my chest. This was what I had been missing. This electric connection with Liza that overwhelmed my senses and filled me with a newfound vitality.
“Tell me what you want,” I panted, eager to please her in every way possible.
Her breath hitched, and her body quivered with anticipation.
“Harder… Please, Ty...” she begged, and I hungrily obliged, thrusting into her with a renewed fervor. The scent of our arousal clouded the small space, and we both moaned loudly. Liza scraped her teeth against my throat as I slammed into her again and again.
My heart thundered, the intensity of our passion driving us both closer and closer to that precipice. Liza’s breaths came inshort, ragged gasps, her nails surely leaving half-moons in my shoulders.
“God, I’m so close...” She strained with the effort of holding back her climax.
“Let go,” I growled against her skin. “Let go and come with me.”
On cue, her walls clenched around me, and I shuddered as I spilled myself inside her. Liza’s cries of ecstasy filled my ears, her legs tightening around me as she rode out the aftershocks of her own release.
We clung to each other, out of breath, our hearts racing. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, our bodies entwined, and the love we’d allowed ourselves to express.
As our breathing began to return to normal, I reluctantly disentangled myself from her, carefully setting her down on her feet, even though her body still trembled.
“Are you okay, love?” I asked, my tone laced with worry.
“More than okay.” She grinned. “A little overwhelmed.”
I pulled my pants back up and fastened my belt. “A good kind of overwhelmed, right?”
“The best kind,” Liza said as she straightened her own clothing. Her eyes met mine, captivating me with the love and tenderness radiating from them.
“Let’s get out of here before someone wonders what we’re up to.” Our fingers twined together as we stepped out of the closet.
