I let out a gasp of need, sliding my hands under his shirt to feel the ridges of his muscles.
He swipes his fingers over my sensitive flesh in tantalizing, soft strokes. I close my hands around the muscles of his arm right as he brings me to the edge.
“Please, Leks.”
“Is there something you want?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg him.
“Right here, in the garden?”
I nod my head eagerly and he catches my hair in his fist. He pulls me against his chest and gives a lazy thrust of his hips that makes me gasp at the force of it.
“Since that needy cunt is already dripping wet, you can do the work.”
Leks reclines against the tree and looks at me with dark satisfaction.
I unbuckle his pants clumsily and stroke one hand over his length. He lets out a groan as I continue to stroke him at a leisurely pace, taking my time even though he’s already hard as marble.
When the hot, hard feel of him in my hand becomes too much, I pull my panties off slowly.
His eyes become hooded as he watches every movement, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.He grabs my panties out of my hand and inhales my scent deeply.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and carefully lower myself onto his length, taking him inside me inch by inch and gasping at how good it feels.I love riding him. It makes hissize inescapable, the impossible stretch of him inside me filling me with pleasure until I can hardly take it.
“Fuck,” he growls as I grip him tight, already at the beginning of an orgasm.
I throw my head back, pushing my breasts against his chest.
His fist wraps in my hair, and he yanks my gaze to his eyes.
“Look at me,zolotse. I want to see your face as you take all of me in that tight little cunt.”
I sink deeper onto his cock, letting out a curse as he hits a spot inside me that feels so fucking good.I roll my hips over him as I come apart, chasing that feeling again.
Leks’s other hand grips my ass, hard enough to hurt, but it only makes me come harder.
I like watching him lose control. His midnight blue eyes grow more intense. His breath catches in his throat. His hands grow rougher on my skin.
“Look at you, riding my cock in this pretty garden. We got married just down the street.”
He pulls my chin around so that I’m facing the chapel while I ride him, remembering our wedding day. When he was the stranger with the unusually deep blue eyes who told me he was my new husband.
When I hated him.
“Did you think this was where we would end up,zolotse? With you riding me outside like a little slut?”
I’d wanted him, before I even really knew what that meant. Before I knew who he was. And then it all came crashing down minutes later.
“Because I tell you what, I thought about it.” He rolls his hips, pressing deeper inside me in a way that makes me lose all grip on reality.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you just like this.”
He pulls me down against his cock, filling me more than I thought was possible. I grind my hips against him, trying desperately to keep up as Leks pounds into me.
“Back then it was insane. Unrealistic. Impossible.”
His hands glide over my hips to cup my ass, squeezing hard.
