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Our eyes lock and I see the doubt start to creep across his face. “You sure about this?”
“I’m sure.” My pussy throbs hard and repeatedly, begging to feel him inside me.
His eyes fixate on mine, still searching his brain for the right decision.
Sex Ed 101—Sex has consequences.
But fuck the consequences. I’d face any consequence for this single moment with the only man I’ve ever loved.
“I’m sure,” I say again.
I grab his cheeks and I kiss him. Davis grips my waist, scooting his hips back and aligning himself perfectly with my opening. And then in one fast thrust, he breaches me.
The world stops.
The only thing I’m aware of is the place where we’re joined, the secret tunnel where my ex-husband is throbbing rhythmically inside of me. The stretching sensation of his cock steals the air from my lungs.
I whimper his name. He whimpers mine. And a long moment passes as we just hold each other, drowning on dry land.
God, I’ve needed him. Four whole years.
Then he starts to move. He withdraws himself partway and with one confident thrust of his hips, he fills me again. To the hilt. Hard and deep. Completely. He’s inside me and all around me, guiding me down his thick, rigid length. Permeating me and consuming me at once.
Groaning, I press my lips to his jaw, his cheek, his mouth, his nose. I want to be all over him.
“Christ. I forgot how good you feel.” His breath is warm and quiet against my throat. “Your mouth. Your hands. Your fucking pussy, Alana…So good…So damn good.”
And now he’s fucking me. One powerful thrust after another, after another. Ramming my back against that tree like he’s trying to uproot it from the ground.
“Davis…” I moan, losing my fingers in his thick waves.
His gaze scans my face, those gray eyes flitting open and closed, like the pleasure is unbearable. “Look how fucking beautiful you are when you’re taking my cock.” He slams me down on his erection. Over and over and over. “Take it, Princess. Take it.”
I’m putting in work, too, rocking my hips and clinging to him like my survival depends on it.
“Your body feels…like heaven,” I confess to him, each hard thrust stealing my breath. My words fall out in staccato bursts as my hands roam over his strong back. “Being with…you like this feels…like heaven. Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.”
He chuckles shortly before he tastes my mouth with long, deep strokes of his tongue. “Do you know how weak you make me, Alana? Do you have any fucking idea?” He fucks me harder, his heated words tickling my lips. “You can get me to do just about anything when you look at me like that.”
I feel the exact same way. I’m well aware that, at any moment, he could lose his footing on the slippery ground and drop me—splat!—on my tailbone in the mud.
But hey—some risks are worth taking. This isdefinitelyone of them.
Davis rears his hips back and surges forward with one final thrust that crushes my clit and sends sparks flying through my brain.
The orgasm detonates, unexpected, taking me by surprise. It devours me, licks of fire eating me from the inside out. I toss my head back and roar, the sound echoing into the canopy of greenery above us.
A thick fog muddles my mind and my eyes squeeze closed. I’m acutely aware of the way Davis’s body clenches against mine. My pussy throbs and quakes, greedy for his seed.Oh god, we’re in so much trouble. He drops his forehead to my shoulder.
“Shit…” he grunts against my neck, and his cock starts to pulse. He yanks himself from inside me, emptying a hot, thick stream of release on the trunk of the tree.
When he’s done, his legs start to slip from beneath him on the slick mud. “My body’s so fucking weak right now.” He chuckles, holding me protectively in his arms as he tries to stabilize himself. “I swear my kneecaps are softer than oatmeal.”
I titter shakily, clinging tightly to his neck. “Trust me—you were hard in every way that mattered.”
Chuckling, he lowers my legs, holding me steady and waiting for me to catch my balance. All his efforts are in vain because the moment I bring my eyes to his silvery gray gaze, I grow shaky and shivery again.
“You’ve got a little…” I reach up and brush a streak of mud from his forehead. My dirty fingers only make the mess worse. Of course.
