She gasps again under my lips and I deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet. Like apple cider and sugar and cinnamon. All good and warm things. I tease her tongue with mine, drawing it out to dance.
More fire is unleashed inside me. A kiss hasn’t set me ablaze like this since the last time that we kissed. I need more of her. All of her. I kiss her harder and she meets me with the same energy. The same passion. Trying to consume each other until we’re both out of breath and still trying not to stop.
Carley’s hands slide down my shoulders and inside my jacket, stroking down my body until she finds the hem of my shirt and starts to explore underneath it. Her hands are cold from her walk over here, and they feel like ice on my overheated skin. The contrast makes me shudder. I have a vision of her cold hands stroking my very, very hot cock and wonder how it would feel.
I groan into the kiss as she traces the ridges of my stomach with her fingers, hands quickly warming as she absorbs my heat. But still her hands burn me. Brand me. Mark me in an invisible way that she’ll never understand.
There’s no way we’re making it upstairs to my bedroom. I want to spread her out and take her slowly, but that can happen later. Right now, I need to be inside her, and I don’t think that either of us can wait even the seconds to make it inside. Thank fuck there’s a heater out here.
“You know what I thought about today?” she asks quietly.
“Tell me.”
“That night,” she says, tugging on my jacket and pulling me down to the porch floor. “It was so good that I almost turned you over and rode you again. Before I saw the condom.”
I pull her down onto my lap, immediately catching where she’s going, but I kiss her again first. “You want to ride me, Carley?”
She shudders in my arms. “Yes.”
I set her back a little, stretching and reaching to undo my belt. Letting myself out of my jeans, déjà vu hits me hard. This is all desperately familiar, and I love it. I want her anyway she wants, and both of us need to relive this—to see if us together now matches the memory that we’ve created.
My cock was hard the minute she stepped onto the porch, and she stares at it now. She licks her lips before looking back up at me and I feel faint because all the blood in my body is flooding downwards to make sure that I’m as hard as fucking steel.
“When we hugged this afternoon,” she whispers, “you were hard?”
“As a rock.”
“A hug did that to you?”
She’s not mocking me with the question, she’s genuinely curious what about her turned me on. As if there is a single thing about her that doesn’t set me on fire. “No,” I say. “I was hard before that. As soon as I heard you laugh.”
A small intake of breath. “My laugh?”
I pull her closer again. “I love your laugh,” I tell her. “It’s wild and free and beautiful.”
“But,” she says, face confused, “why would that make you want me?”
I make a sound that’s nearly feral. “Carley, there’s nothing about you that doesn’t make me want you.” She’s staring at me in awe. Like I’ve said something that absolutely blows her mind. “Now ride my cock the way you wanted to.”
Those words unlock her movement, and she unbuckles her jeans slowly. I want her to go faster, but she has to be the one to do this. I flash back to that night, both of us writhing on the ground, desperate to get our clothes off enough to be with each other. This is the same. Carley gets her pants off just enough to take me, and then she’s sinking down on my cock and we both moan with the sensation.
Her pussy is so much hotter than the cold air, and she’s so tight, hugging around my dick like a glove that was made for it. Fuck, she feels amazing. Inch by tantalizing inch the drops down onto me until I’m in her completely.
Carley’s breath is coming in tiny gasps, and she holds onto my shoulders, eyes closed. I can tell she’s adjusting to my size, pussy squeezing down on me again and again like a reflex. I fucking love it. I want to thrust up into her until she absolutely screams my name, but I wait.
I can hardly believe that this is real. How many times have I dreamed about that night in the woods? How many times have I wished that I could recreate or relive any part of it? And now to have her here in my arms doing exactly that…