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She bends across the small distance between us and rolls the sheath over me, securing the base with her fingers, then letting loose her tongue, her mouth warm as she takes me. I am lost, my mind split, half gone to sensation, half desperate to keep the car on the road. Instinct would have me thrust but instead I press deeper into the seat, away from her, my hands fists around the steering wheel. I should tell her to stop, I should speak of the danger if I lose control, but stars explode behind my eyes as she draws her tongue up up up to the very tip where I am most sensitive, and then with a swirl drops over me with the lightest scrape of teeth as she envelopes me.
“Maldito amor…” I am so close to release as she inches her way back up. “Lolly…” With a pop she frees me, but only for the second it takes her to glance at the road and close a hand around the base of my cock.
“Just a little farther.” Her head drops again, her red hair a wild fan across my lap, and I know she is smiling from the way her lips pull away from me, even as she licks around and down and around and up. I have never had a womantake me in her mouthin this way, as if she knows my every secret pleasure. If this is what her mouth can do, what—dios mio.She pauses, hand still caressing the length of my member.
“How close?” Just the two words are an effort. What I want to say is,when can I get my hands on you.
She rises—her hand still pulsing to a rhythm, pausing, stroking, pausing—to look through the windshield. “Pull off where those trees are.”
I press the gas pedal down, willing myself to wait, the car answering my urging even as I answer Lolly’s, my cock impossibly hard.
Lolly jostles in my lap as I pull off the road and grind to a stop, her teeth sharp enough to cut the pressure that is building, forcing my pulse in every limb. With one smooth motion she reaches across to fling open my door, the cold air a bracing blast. Then she is sliding up and somehow maneuvering between me and the steering wheel, straddling me. I thrust, and her gasp lights a firework in me. I kill the engine, then pull her into a kiss, but with her breasts pressed against me, there is hardly room to move. The car horn lets out a loud blast as she bumps against it, and she throws her head back laughing that laugh I hear in my dreams.
Before I can stop her, she slips out of the car, leaving me to hastily conceal what she has raised and grab for the bag with our purchases.
Her hand finds mine before I’ve closed the car door.
“With me. Quickly.” She pulls me toward a narrow path leading to the trees. I barely have the condom off and my prick back in my pants before I’m racing with her towards the well. There is an arbor arching over the path, dotted with, of all things, fairy lights—and an entrance tunneling through the branches.
There are no other cars parked here. No other souls but us. Only the trees to witness, and no reason to hurry except our own desire. But still, her cheeks have flushed pink and she cannot meet my gaze, suddenly shy, staring down at her bare feet.
“Lolly.Ven aquí.” I draw her back to me, pull her close. She turns her cheek to my chest, her ear to my heart. “This thing we do…” I smooth the tumult of her unruly hair. “I have wanted you from the very first—from the moment you stepped into my hotel suite.”
In the distance, an engine purrs. Another car on the road.
“Mi amor.”I trace a finger along her jaw, tipping her chin up so her eyes find mine. “I made a grave mistake when I sent you away. But that was because…” I have to gather the words; I pray they are right. “I want you should know, what I do with you, I do not do lightly. There is no one else—” I drop a kiss to her forehead, gentle with her because she is trembling, her breath coming almost as fast as mine. I find her hand, lift it to where my heart beats.
“Not for me, either.” She meets my gaze and I tell her the rest, hurrying only because the engine is growing louder, and this is a small village.
“Mi corazón.I want only you. Only what you want. Nothing more. And my heart—it is yours. Nothing less.”
She pulls at my hand, a hint of her wicked smile curving her lips, her hair all around her face. “I already told you. I want everything. Now hurry. Let’s…” She laughs and twirls and disappears into the bower a heartbeat before the car drives past.
Then, I chase after her.
THE WISHING WELL
Lolly Benoit. Upper Wilmington. Gloucestershire, England.
Ibolt beneath the arched cathedral of branches because I don’t want to think or talk, I want todo. It’s too much, what Mariano has offered me—his heart, his body, hiseverything. It’s too big, more than I could have dreamed—this man has offered me his whole self.
He is mine. All of him. Now.
Or as my cunning would have it, nownownownownow. In that order. And at that speed. I want to hammer him as he hammers me and we drive ourselves into each other so there’s no space or time or pause or place for any doubt. He is mine and I am his, and thus shall it ever be. I cackle. For once I don’t care that my brain is running away from me. It’s just all too, too delicious.
The tunneled path ends where it always has: at the old wishing well, the steps leading down to the tapered arch like a tiny, elfin door into the center of the planet. How many times did I come and toss pennies down there, hoping for a different life? And here I am, ancient wishes—that I be seenas me—granted.
Mariano is only a few steps behind me and he comes right to my back, slipping his arms around me, leaving a trail of kisses from behind my ear all the way down to my collarbone. And then his hands—strong and broad and warm—are under my shirt, sliding up along my ribs to my bare breasts.
He turns me to face him, pausing for a second before he brings his mouth to mine, his lips teasing, pulling and retreating. Advance, retreat; advance, retreat. And then his tongue is everywhere, in my mouth, on my neck, across my shoulders.
“Bite me.”
His nibble turns to a full-on crush of delectable teeth, just short of breaking the skin towards the back of my neck, high and tight, forcing a pulse to ricochet through my entire frame. I’ve never guided anyone there but it’s one of those places that drives me out of my head and into my body and that’s all there is of me now: heat and want and Mariano nownownownownow.
My hands are on his hips, grinding us against each other. He backs me up, the perfect tango, stepping into me without crowding me, hand in my back, his perfect bite still on my neck. My name from his lips lights up millions of bulbs in my brain, and it’s all I can do not to spontaneously shed every last stitch of clothing I still have on.
I’m against the tree, the bark scratching at my skin, but the friction is nothing compared to the wall of living, breathing sex that’s leaning up against me, speaking words I can’t comprehend.
