Page 93 of Watching Her

I made it onto his lap without incident or without threatening to drop us to the ground. “You’re a wild man.”

“I admit I don’t think I’ve been called that before.” The change in his demeanor was instant. He fisted my hair and captured my mouth.

Nothing about him should surprise me any longer, including the ferocity of his passion. With no forewarning, he thrust his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth across mine. I wrapped my fingers around his shirt while the thick bulge between his legs grew in size, soon throbbing much like my pussy.

With the taste of cotton candy lingering on my tongue, the kiss was the sweetest to date. He left me breathless, aching with desire. I had my eyes cinched shut while shifting back and forth on his lap. Every moan I made, he swallowed.

Every breath stolen.

And I was lightheaded already while the light evening breeze tickled my skin. When he pulled our lips apart, he used his thumb to lift my chin while biting my lower lip.

While he did, I was rewarded with dark and intense growls that kept my body shuddering.

When he was finished, he dragged his tongue along the underside of my jaw, rolling the tip down my neck. Electric sensations rocketed through me, the ache in my pussy creating a wave of explosive heat.

He seemed to sense my condition doing something so unexpected, and I was caught in a moment that left me speechless.

The handsome and very possessive man yanked off my dress. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was used to getting everything he wanted. I was floored, my only other emotion anger at deciding not to wear a bra.

“You’re crazy,” I managed.

“I am.” At least he didn’t toss my dress off the ride.

I was torn between allowing the excitement to continue and feeling utterly humiliated. Yes, I knew no one could see us, including if the operator returned below. The distance was too far, yet the feeling of freedom was unlike anything I’d experienced.

Christian slipped his hand around my waist, easing me into an arc and lowering his head. The seat was swinging, but as I peered up at the star-filled sky, I enjoyed another wave of freedom.

It was obvious he wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, licking and sucking first one nipple then the other. The light breeze tickled all my senses, creating a rush of desire through me.

In being with him, I felt completely safe, as if nothing and no one could get to us or even disturb our pleasure. In never allowing anyone to get this close or to control even my enjoyment, I’d missed out on an entirely different level of pleasure.

When he’d finally had enough, lifting me with slow and easy actions until our lips were almost touching, I took several deep breaths.

“Remove your thong.” Another command, this one even gruffer than before.

I almost turned my head, but he stopped me, gripping my face and keeping our gazes meant only for each other. “Eyes on me. You should know by now I’ll keep you safe.”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

“Then you thought wrong.”

I had to admit that in trying to remove the thin lace while a couple hundred or so feet in the air in a moving chair was a feat. Especially with how wet they were from the desire I’d experienced all night long.

But I managed, careful in dropping them. There was no further direction needed. I slid back to the edge of his knees, certainly not requiring instructions on how to unfasten his belt or trousers. At least he assisted in the effort when I had to very carefully lower his pants.

Here I was a grown woman who still loved her Ferris wheels, cotton candy, and teddy bears, able to enjoy all three while eager to have a handsome man’s cock thrust into my pussy.

I was one naughty girl.

As soon as his cock was free, I twisted my hand around the base, stroking him several times. But he didn’t seem to have any patience tonight, immediately gripping my hips and easing me onto the throbbing tip.

The moment was indulgent and dangerous, likely the most whimsically passionate event I’d shared with anyone. Yet completely and thoroughly sinful.

His grip was firm, his fingers digging into my skin and with his eyes narrowing, he pulled me directly on top of him.

I threw my head back, biting back a scream while allowing a moan to slip free. The joy in having his cock stretching me, filling me was amazing. Tingles covered every inch of me, the excessive jolts of current creating a powerful series of vibrations.

The moment was exhilarating.