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“Is that your plan for this year?” I asked.
He took a long pause then, and I couldn’t imagine why the question required that much thought since the holiday season wasn’t that far off.
“No,” he said, taking a deep breath. “No, I don’t think it is,” he added, turning in my arms, then reaching out to frame my face as his head lowered to mine.
“We can’t,” I told him, shaking my head.
“Sure we can,” he objected, his lips teasing mine with little feather-light kisses.
“No, we can’t. Did you miss the sky?”
“Yes. Sky. Blue. White clouds. Lovely.”
A little laugh escaped me at that.
“Well, yes, it would be lovely. If it was blue with white clouds. But it’s getting kind of dark with gray clouds, and if we don’t turn back now, we’re going to be drenched by the time we get back to the cabin.”
“That would be truly unfortunate,” Bellamy said as his hands glided down my back, sinking into my ass, even as his lips crushed to mine, as his tongue moved inside to claim mine.
“We could catch a cold,” I insisted, albeit weakly, when his lips left mine to tease over my neck instead.
“I could find ways to nurse you.”
“Bell, you didn’t even know how to open a can of soup,” I reminded him.
“Not my fault all the ones I’ve seen have pop-tops now,” he insisted as his hand slid from my ass to between my thighs where, admittedly, my body was betraying that my objections were all for show, that I absolutely wanted him, rain or no rain.
“What…oh,” I moaned as his fingers found my clit, and pushed on it with just the right amount of pressure, the friction of my pants and panties driving me upward way too quickly.
Bellamy made a rumbling noise that vibrated through his chest and into my own as his hand left me to reach up for the waistbands of my pants and panties, grabbing them, then dragging them down.
He didn’t attempt to take them off, just left them there at my ankles as he reached for me, turning me away from him, then bending me forward even as I heard his zipper slide down.
Another second passed as he put on protection before he was suddenly slamming inside me.
There was nothing slow or soft or sweet about it.
He fucked me hard and fast and deep.
His hand fisted in the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place as he thrust faster still, his body slamming into mine as my moans grew louder and louder in our little outdoor sanctuary.
His hand moved between my thighs, working my clit with his thumb, driving me higher and higher before, suddenly, his hand left me, landing a soft slap to my ass before I felt his thumb move inward.
Wet from my pussy, he pressed it inside me, creating a new sensation, a deeper pressure, as he kept fucking me.
“Come for me, love,” he demanded, making my walls tighten around him.
Close.
So close.
His thumb started sliding in and out of me.
And that was what did it.
The orgasm slammed through my system.
My cries echoed around the clearing as the waves crashed and crashed.
Bellamy came just as the spasms slowed, slamming deep, and cursing out my name as he found his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he slid out of me.
It took damn near all my strength not to fall to my knees right there on the cold, hard ground. As it was, I managed to grab my panties and pants, pulling them back into place, then moving two steps to the side to rest back against a tree trunk, letting it take some of my weight.
“You planned this,” I accused as he slipped the condom into a plastic baggy he’d brought along.
“I was… prepared for all possibilities,” he said, shooting me a boyish smile. “No one likes a litterer,” he added.
Above us, the sky let out an ominous rumble.
“Did you prepare for the rain that is coming?” I asked, looking up at the sky. “An umbrella? Poncho? Something?”
“Okay,” Bellamy said, smirking. “I came prepared for exactly one possibility,” he said.
“Shit,” I said as the sky opened and poured with little warning. “It’s not even going to tease us a bit,” I grumbled. “It just wants to fuck us raw and dirty,” I added, getting a chuckle out of Bellamy who moved toward me, offering his hand.
“Let’s make a run for it,” he suggested. “It still looks clear over there,” he added, nodding toward the direction we’d come from.
“Worth a try,” I agreed, slipping my fingers between his, and falling into step as he broke into a dead run.
As it would turn out, though, the rain was chasing us, staying right on top of us the whole way back to the cabin. Then seeming to dissipate just a couple dozen yards back from our little sanctuary as we both stumbled inside of it, absolutely drenched. Down to my bra. Down to my damn socks.
