We’re up in the hills behind her old farmhouse. The fire that raged through this area did some damage, but although the scars are still visible, the forest is already recovering and regrowing. Green grasses blanket the clearing where I’m waiting. Wildflowers perfume the summer air. Seedlings sprout between burned tree trunks. I’ve heard and smelled plenty of deer and other wildlife—most of them quiet and still now, because they’ve also gotten a whiff of Alicia and me. But our only prey is each other.
A burst of movement gives away her location. Not hiding anymore.
So the real fun can begin.
She’s so damn quick, sleek and gorgeous in the silvery light. Her fangs gleam, because she’s already laughing even as her powerful body springs toward me, a leap that carries her from the edge of the clearing and might have bowled me over if I didn’t catch her, spinning her around and lowering her to the ground on her belly. Her claws rip out chunks of soil at first, trying to regain the upper hand—then abruptly she shifts to her human form, laughing wildly.
“You cheated!” Smaller now, she almost slips away before I catch her again, my giant hands gripping her hips. “You’re supposed to run!”
Yeah, I’ll never be able to play this game right. Not if running takes me away from her. Growling softly, I nuzzle aside her tumble of hair and nip the side of her neck. Her laughter abruptly fades into a small moan, and her fingers curl around fistfuls of grass.
“Ranger,” she whispers, arching her back as I lick my way down her spine. Lower. Her body trembles when I urge her onto her knees, the sweet fragrance of her arousal filling my senses. Breathlessly she tells me, “Oh god. You’re so dirty.”
Fuck yes, I am. Because it only takes a few long, rough licks before she’s squirming against me and crying out. I get her good and riled up, then I start eating her pussy like I’m meant to, sucking on her clit and feasting on all the wetness that her need is providing to me. So hot and sweet. I’ll never get enough of her. Not now, not ever.
She chokes out a scream into the ground when she comes, her body shaking wildly. With her arousal still heavy on my tongue, I kiss my way up her spine. “You look ready to be fucked, baby. Is that what you want now?”
“Oh god. Yes.”
I grip my thick cock, slicking the head through her glistening folds. “Then you show me how you want it.”
Panting, she widens the spread of her knees, deepens the arch of her back, inviting me into her sweet heaven.
And after two years, I still don’t know what I did to deserve this. My shy little teacher, so vulnerable and so wary…yet trusting me. Giving herself to me. Loving me.
She cries out when I push deep, surrounding my erection with lush heat, then she moans before rocking back against me. Needing more. I’ll give it to her. Give her everything.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back and capture her lips, capture her moans with every hard thrust that stretches her pussy around my swollen cock. I get my free hand down between her thighs and my fingers stroking her clit, knowing that it’s too much but that she’ll take it, and go fucking wild on me. And she does. Christ, she does. Writhing and grinding herself harder onto my shaft, fucking herself onto me until she abruptly stiffens, her pussy locking me in and squeezing so goddamn tight that her clenching inner walls suck the self control right out of me. Grunting, I battle the hot surge of my own orgasm until her grip eases up, then drive into her tight passage with hard, fast strokes until I can’t fucking hold back anymore, can’t do anything but mindlessly pump my cock into my wife’s perfect cunt, spilling hot seed with every thrust before finally ramming deep and coming so goddamn hard I nearly black out.
But not even the most incredible fuck in the world will ever make me lose sight of my wife. I collapse onto the ground beside her and pull her over for a long, sweet kiss. She grins up at me before pillowing her head on my shoulder, both of us lying in the grass beneath the full moon.
“This was fun, Ranger Ranger,” she says with a sly glance up at me, teasing her fingers through the hair on my chest.
I rumble out a laugh. “Yeah, it was, Mrs. Ranger.” And our date’s not over yet. “My mom’s coming up for another visit. So we’ll ask her to look after Emma so we can do this again.” Samantha’s always willing but she works most nights. “Or Brandon, too.”