Smiling, I meld my tongue along hers, kissing her in a way that electrifies the air between us with buoyant energy before moving my lips to her ear. “Because you wanted us to play farmers instead of playing with each other.”
When her fist lands in my stomach, my lips furl against her sweet-smelling skin. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one who stopped our last foray—not me, Mister Fancy Pants.”
I nip her earlobe, causing an excited squeak to vibrate her lips. “Stop arguing or I’ll be forced to bite you some more.”
My cock throbs with need when she murmurs, “If bickering compels your mouth onanypart of my body, sign me up, Scotty.”
I bite her for the second time, this one a little harder than the first. “I don’t know who the fuck Scotty is, but if you mention his name one more time while my mouth is on you, severe retaliation will be necessary.”
Ignoring the excited thrust of her chest, I wrap my hand around her nape and pull her mouth back to mine. This kiss is hard and violent, a representation of what our relationship could be if we let others dictate our emotions. Being involved with Regan in any way could end catastrophically for me. But for now, I don’t care. It is just us, two crazy people trapped by a wild, mutual attraction.
When our kiss ramps up even more, we fall to the ground, our lips never breaking. Hands go in every direction as months of sexual frustration surpasses fear and unachievable goals. We roll around the grass amongst the cow dung and bugs as stunned by our arrival as I am of Regan’s kissing skills. Regan can kiss. Precise strikes, skilled bites, and an adventurous tongue confirm this without uncertainty. She has the perfect combination of speed and skill, which entices endless recklessness from me.
While grinding my cock against her thigh, my hands sneak under her shirt. Her skin is smooth and silky, quivering under my touch. Not in a bad way. She likes my hands on her. She enjoys me cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples so much, she whips off her shirt and bra not even two seconds later.
Most men would find her confidence threatening. I don’t. I love that she is aware of her beauty, and she knows how to use it to her advantage.
When she glances up at me with needy, wide eyes, our exchange turns borderline violent. We nip and claw at each other as we tackle the only thing standing between us becoming one.
Why I thought it was a good idea to wear jeans today, I’ll never know. The effort required to remove them adds to the sexual frustration infusing the air. It also makes the torment almost too much to bear. Knowing the one thing I want to devour more than anything is right there, yet still out of my reach is pure torture. There are no other words.
While catching one of Regan’s pert nipples between my teeth, I jerk at the silver fastener causing my frustration. I expect my aggression to make Regan uneasy, but all it does is fuel her desire. She tugs at my jeans violently, her wish to unearth the throbbing member behind my zipper blinding her with rampant lust.
When her possessive yanks somehow free my cock, our mouths break. “It’s about time,” she murmurs breathlessly, her lungs as depleted of oxygen as mine when her eager eyes take in my thick, hard shaft. “Now the real show can start.”
Motivated by the yearning in her tone, I pull her skin-tight jeans and tiny panties to her knees. Too impatient to fully remove them, I roll her onto her back, then attack her mouth. I kiss her until her clit pulsates and swells against me, its want uncontained.
Its frantic rhythm triples when I drag my nose down the throb in her throat. The country setting hasn’t overpowered her scent in the slightest. She smells seductive and sweet, and more like me than the muddy conditions we’re wrestling in.
Her fingers weave through my hair when my mouth moves down her body in teasing licks and painful bites. Her stomach muscles tense when scraped by the bushy beard on my chin, but every bite, suck, and lick intensifies her seductive scent.
The scent of her pussy is intoxicating, as devastating to my perception as the carefree smiles she’s been giving me all morning. No wonder why I’ve given in—her pull is too strong for any man to resist, much less a man as smitten as me.
What I said earlier was a slip of the tongue, but I’ve always believed people are most honest when placed under pressure. This woman crawled under my skin years ago. Now she’s weaving herself through the veins in my heart.
A mere inch from the gem I am excited to taste, Regan yanks on my hair, returning my mouth to hers. “Not yet. We don’t have enough time,” she murmurs over my mouth before spearing her tongue between my lips.
The “yet” part of her comment swells my chest with pride, grateful she’s already planning a second expedition, but her saying we don’t have enough time pisses me off. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years; I don’t want it threatened by something as woeful as a time constraint.
My demand she rethink her comment rams into the back of my throat when she purrs, “Usually, a fuck without foreplay is like a martini without olives, but your kisses already have me on the verge of climax, so additional stimulation isn’t required.”
Although skeptical some of her comment was issued with the hope of moving us onto the next stage more quickly, my conceitedness stops me registering it. If she wants me to hurry up and fuck her, who am I to deny her every desire? “Brace yourself, Rae. Fucking doesn’t come with niceties.”
Regan smiles a grin that nearly has me coming on the spot before squealing, “Thank god for that!”
I grin, loving the country twang in her reply. Taking her husky response as approval to get our show on the road, I dig the tips of my shoes into the sloshy ground we’re using as a mattress, then rock my hips forward. Sweat drips off my body onto Regan’s when I impale her in one ardent thrust. The fit is snug, but the feeling is out-of-this-fucking-world good.
Her pussy ripples around me, pained by the sudden intrusion, but also swelling with anticipation for what is about to come. When the crest of my cock slams into her cervix, she jerks her head back and lets out a grunted moan.
“Do you need me to stop?”
She shakes her head before all my question leaves my mouth. “I’ll kill you if you do.”
Smirking at the threat in her tone, I wait several long beats for the pain fettering her face to diminish before reluctantly withdrawing my cock. I’ve barely pulled back three inches when Regan digs her boots into my ass to demand my cock’s immediate return.
While fighting through the tightness gripping my sack from her feisty enthusiasm, I withdraw to the tip. Before a single protest can escape Regan’s lips, I lunge forward. My thrust is so hard, her cervix and my cock become friendly once more.
“That shouldn’t feel good, but it does,” Regan voices through heavy moans.
