I told myself to stop, to put her down, to keep my dick as far away from her as possible. But I didn’t listen. Instead, I dry fucked her against the wall.
She made small noises that I devoured, each thrust of my hips had her rubbing against me, chasing a burst of pleasure that I wouldn’t give her. Not like this.
Chapter Ten
Sabrina
I clutched him to me, wanting every bit of contact between his body and mine. He obliged, pressing me against the cool stones and kissing me until I couldn’t form a coherent thought. I ground against him, my clit buzzing and my stomach tightening with each stroke from his hard length.
He tore his mouth from mine and turned, dropping to his knees on the grass and laying me on my back. His hands roved my body as he took my mouth again, his tongue sure and erotic against my own. With a hard pull, he yanked my sports bra up, revealing my breasts. He palmed one, squeezing and kneading as he kissed down to my neck.
I’d never been touched like this, and now that it was happening, I wanted it all at once. Arching my back, I pressed my breasts closer to him. He accepted my offer and took one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, the sound low in my throat as his teeth grazed me. The sensation was far more intense than anything I’d been able to create with my own fingers and imagination. Nate set me on fire with his mouth. When he moved to the other nipple, I tugged at his hair, wanting more and more as he ground his cock against me.
Kissing down my stomach, he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and my panties and yanked them to my knees.
“Someone might see,” my voice came out breathy as I glanced up at the windows along the back of the house.
“Let them. I want them to hear you, too, calling my name when you come all over my face.”
“Nate!” I squealed as he fastened his mouth to my pussy while keeping my knees pressed together.
He darted his tongue between my folds, his touch sending me to erotic heights I’d never known existed. “I’m the only one who’s ever tasted this?”
“Yes.” I tried to open my legs, but he kept them closed, the tip of his tongue flicking against my clit.
“It’s mine?”
“Yes!” I bucked my hips, pressing my pussy to his face as he groaned and licked deeper.
“Then give it to me.” He yanked my shorts and panties down and shucked them off past my tennis shoes. Opening me wide, he stared at the most intimate part of me. “So pink.” He licked, long and slow, my toes curling in my shoes. “All mine.” Pressing his palms against my inner thighs, he spread me as far as I could go, then sucked my clit between his teeth.
I squeezed his hair between my fingers. Drunk on the sensation of his mouth, I rocked my hips, no longer caring who might see. He licked and sucked, then moved lower. The pressure of his tongue inside me ripped a moan from my lungs.
He pulled back and slowly licked around my clit. “Just me. Only me. Say it.”
“Only you.”
He dove back down, focusing on my clit with relentless strokes. My legs began to shake, and he dug his fingers into my skin, holding me steady as he fucked me with his tongue. Everything spiraled out of control, and my hips strained and locked wide open. I froze and then came in a blinding rush, my pussy contracting as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I moaned his name. Over and over, there was nothing else but “Nate” on my tongue as he continued licking me even though my legs were shaking out of control. Should I have been embarrassed at how fast I came?
When the last of the tremors subsided, I tried to scoot back, the intense feel of his tongue too much. He growled and held me in place, kissing up and down until finally sitting up and licking his lips.
He grinned. “Breakfast of champions.”
“Th-that was…” I let out a long breath as he rearranged my sports bra, then shimmied my shorts and panties back up my legs.
“I know.” His self-satisfied smirk tried to pull an eye roll out of me, but I was too blissed out to retaliate. Never in my life had I come so hard. And this, after countless nights of touching myself while thinking of him. How could there be such a night and day difference?
I took his hand, and he helped me to my feet. My knees felt like jelly, but I managed a step akin to a newborn fawn. “You just did that on the grass. In the back yard.” I looked up at the house and cringed. Who had heard me crying Nate’s name?