“Please, Garrett, make me come.” She begged.
“All in good time.” I replied.
Slowly, I trailed my lips over every part of her body, my teeth scraping against her skin slightly when I returned to her neck, or when I was at the juncture of her thighs. I lowered myself down to her feet and ran kisses up each leg in turn, teasing her by reaching the tops of her thighs and then starting again from the bottom of each leg. Her breasts were engorged stiff peaks. She was putty in my hands, looking at me with hooded eyes, filled with desire. Eventually, I ran my fingers over the top of the material of her panties. They were soaking wet, a damp patch visible. I pulled her panties down, lifting her butt up to do so. Then her plump pink lips were before me and I spread them apart with my fingers and delved into her hot center with my tongue.
“Ohhhh.”
The wait had meant that Mer was so sensitive, every lick, every graze over her core, drove her to distraction. She could barely stand for me to continue. I continued to tease, light pressure making her rock and tilt her hips at me desperately as she sought her climax. I left her on the brink and returned right back to her mouth, letting her taste herself and then starting the descent down her body again.
“Garrett, what are you doing to me?” She sighed. Her body and mind absorbed with desire. I took a moment to stare at the woman below me, at the faraway look in her eyes. Her enjoyment of what we were doing and her trust in me and I thought about what a far cry it was from what was no doubt happening right now at the Lodge, quick fucks in bedrooms by drunken fools. It was night and day.
I pushed a finger into her core, curling it slightly. I could feel her honey running down my hand. She was so wet for me. Her eyes were now closed and her eyelids fluttered as I teased her clit, rubbing and flicking the bud. Mer’s cheeks were flushed and her breathing short and ragged, her breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her glorious body. The one that was all mine and waiting for me to claim her. I shed my boxers and hovered over my woman, lining myself up with her entrance and rubbing my cock backwards and forwards through the pool of her cream. Then I entered her oh so slowly, just the tip of my cock at first. I felt her try to raise her hips, to get me to sink further inside her but I pulled my hips back so she couldn’t do it.
“Garrett,” she mewled.
I inched gently into her, keeping my leisurely pace until she was full of me and then I rocked in and out of her. She clung to me, her hands gripping my buttocks as I thrust inside her. I caught a pert nipple between my teeth and nipped there while I moved and Mer sighed happily. Finally, when I decided I had teased us enough, I slipped my hands under her buttocks so I could bring her closer to me. Then I kept my speed languid but increased the pressure, thrusting inside her to the hilt. With every thrust I pinched her clit. Mer’s hips rose as if her pussy was trying to devour my cock. Her hips twisting from side to side as well as upwards as she sought her orgasm.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she cried as I encircled her clit with my finger and brought her to the brink. I felt her body begin to tense under me and then she exploded, wave after wave of her climax shuddering around my cock. Then she took me with her as my balls pulled back and then I released my hot sticky cum inside her. I pulsed within her over and over, my come rocking me like a bomb had gone off in my cock. I stayed inside her while I moved her so we were side by side on the couch. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with something I could only hope I was right in defining.
“Mer. I love you.” I told her and hoped to God, I hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of my life and misjudged her emotions entirely.
Chapter 10
Meredith
I had had second thoughts about the whole fucking against the tree scenario, largely due to the high possibility of us being caught. I realized I preferred fantasy role play to actually taking chances. Pretending was just as hot when I was with Garrett.
I realized I had a stupid goofy smile on my face. Oh shit, I was really falling for the guy.
My heart warred with my head.
He was nineteen. I should let him be young and youthful and end things, let him sow his wild oats with those cute college girls, he was partying with right then. I wondered how many were hitting on him, whether he flirted back, whether he felt he was making a mistake with me.
What the hell was I doing?
Then his text had arrived and sent me into a panic. Was he coming over to end things? Had he realized from being around his peers that this was crazy? He said everything was okay, but I had not believed him.
Not until he had arrived and told me exactly what I had wanted to hear that he found his peers juvenile and he wanted to be with me. My heart had soared.
And then we had slowly made love. It was intense, and I reached heights I had never reached before. He seemed to know exactly how to read my body and tune it to a mutual frequency.
I had looked at him after I had reached my climax and thought about how beautiful this man was. After which he had told me he loved me.
Thoughts swirled around my brain in a vortex.
He loves me?
We just fucked.
Is that why he said it? Was he on a sex high?
He’s nineteen.
I’m twenty-five.
He loves me?
I think I love him back.