“Yes, fuck, Billy... just like that.” I grab his wrist, urging him deeper, my other hand fisting his hair.
He watches my face, eyes locked on mine, as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb pressing firm circles over my clit. The pressure builds fast, heat coiling tight in my belly, my pussy clenching around him, slick coating his hand and dripping down to the blanket.
He leans down, replacing his thumb with his mouth, and I shatter. His tongue laps at my clit, flat and broad, then flicks sharp and quick, while his fingers keep thrusting, stretching me open.
I’m moaning loud now, the sound echoing off the water, but I don’t care if anyone hears. His free hand pins my hip down, holding me still as I writhe, chasing the pleasure.
“Billy, oh fuck, your tongue... don’t stop.”
He hums against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core, and I come hard, walls fluttering around his fingers, slick gushing out as I grind against his face. He doesn’t pull away, licking me through it, sucking my clit until I’m oversensitive and trembling.
When he finally lifts his head, his chin is shiny with my juices, lips swollen and red. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that makes my toes curl.
“You taste amazing, baby. So sweet and salty, like you were made for me.” Then, before I can catch my breath, he offers those same fingers to me.
I suck them eagerly, tasting myself on his skin, the tang of my arousal mixing with his warmth. But I need more. So much more.
“Billy, please... I want you inside me. I want your cock. And your knot. Fuck, I need you to knot me. Please, I’m begging you.”
The words tumble out, desperate and raw, my hands yanking at his belt now, fumbling with the buckle.
He growls, a deep rumble in his chest, and helps me, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, thick and hard, the base already swelling with the promise of his knot.
Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I lick my lips, but he’s too far gone for that. His hands shake as he grabs the condom from his pocket—always prepared, my Billy—and tears it open with his teeth.
I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls it down his length, fingers trembling so much he has to grip the base to steady himself. The sight of him like that, so eager he can barely manage, makes my pussy clench emptily.
“Sedona, you’re killing me,” he rasps, positioning himself at my entrance.
The head of his cock nudges my folds, slicking itself with my wetness, and then he pushes in, inch by inch. He’s big, stretching me wide, the burn mixing with pleasure as he bottoms out, his balls pressing against my ass.
I wrap my legs around him, cowboy boots forgotten in the grass, pulling him deeper. “Move, Billy. Fuck me hard.”
He does, thrusting slow at first, letting me adjust, but soon the pace quickens, his hips snapping against mine. The blanket bunches under my back, the lake’s gentle lap the only other sound besides our gasps and the wet slap of skin on skin.
His knot starts to form, swelling at the base with each thrust, bumping against my entrance but not quite locking in yet. I reach down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing frantic circles as he pounds into me.
“Knot me, please. I need it. Fill me up with your knot, Billy. Make me yours.”
He’s panting, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest, his flannel hanging open, T-shirt clinging to his skin.
“You want my knot, Sedona? Want me locked inside you, coming so deep?” His voice is wrecked, thrusts turning erratic as the knot thickens.
“Yes! Please, yes, give it to me!” I’m sobbing now, pleasure overwhelming, my fingers slick with my own arousal as I tease my clit.
On the next thrust, he angles his hips just right, and the knot breaches me, popping past my rim with a stretch that borders on pain but tips straight into ecstasy. It swells inside, pressing against every nerve, rubbing relentlessly against my clit from the inside as he grinds deep.
The pressure is intense, unyielding, his cock pulsing as he comes, hot spurts filling the condom, but it’s the knot that undoes me—the way it throbs, massaging my walls, grinding that sensitive bundle with every tiny shift.
I scream his name, orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my pussy milking his knot, slick flooding out around where we’re joined. He collapses onto me, careful not to crush, his mouth finding mine in a messy, desperate kiss.
We rock together, locked tight, the knot keeping him buried deep, rubbing my clit with every breath, drawing out aftershocks that make my thighs quake.
Minutes pass like that, his hands stroking my sides. He keeps whispering how much he loves me, how perfect I feel clenched around him.
When the knot finally deflates enough, he pulls out with a wet pop, the condom heavy with his release. He ties it off, tossing it aside for now, and gathers me close, our bodies tangled on the blanket.
When we finally pull ourselves back together, the air cools the heat clinging to my skin, and the stars look different somehow—brighter, like they were waiting for us to remember this part of ourselves.
