I almost cry when he shifts forward, eyes meeting mine as he grabs my hips and slides me to him. I can't keep my hips still as lines his dick up with my soaking pussy, my hands ripping at the grass on either side of me as I wait for him to fill me up. I barely feel the cold anymore, all of my attention and focus on the tip of his dick as it presses between my lips. He pushes a palm on my lower belly, fucking me with just the tip of his dick as I moan my frustrations into the trees. He's biting his lip, scowl in place as he watches the swollen head of his erection disappear between my wet lips. I want all of him, but I know better than to ask. He'll refuse just to spite me, even if it's something he also wants.
I'm on the cusps of my orgasm, the back of my spine warming, moving toward my gut as I thrust in the grass below Rhys. He chooses that moment to ram me full with the rest of his dick, and I instantly orgasm, my pussy clenching around him as he groans above me. I thrust through my release, his palms pressing down on my inner thighs to keep me spread for him as he jerks into me with an almost mindless rhythm. I can vaguely feel that my toes are frozen, but I don't even care anymore, watching Rhys's hair flop over his eye as he groans his release between my thighs. His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he looks down at me, his hips pumping leisurely a few more times before he pulls out.
I watch him as he tucks himself away, his eyes raking over my body like he's not finished for the night. He reaches over and grabs my hoodie, tossing it to me. "You should get dressed, your lips are starting to turn blue." He smirks at that, standing as he watches me cover back up.
I pull my panties back on and my hoodie, but just grab the rest. Standing, Rhys's eyes follow me as I start walking toward my house. Pushing open the sliding door, I walk in, leaving it open for him. He closes it behind him, leaning against the glass. Shivering, now that I'm not thoroughly distracted, I grab a blanket and sit on the couch. I have to rest my cheek on the back of it to see Rhys.
"You never talk about yourself."
His eyes narrow marginally, his big body standing off of the door to sit on the couch with me. He pushes my feet off his lap when I try to set them there. Rhys is definitely not a cuddling type of guy. "Why should I? You already know everything about me."
I scoff, watching as he grabs the remote from the coffee table to flick the tv on. "That's not true."
He looks at me from the corner of his eye, "You know it is." His tone says the conversation is over, so I scoot lower onto the couch, resting my head on my arm as a pillow. My eyes are just starting to drift closed when I feel the soft swipe of Rhys's thumb on my ankle under the blanket. Knowing he'll stop if I say anything, I just smile to myself and go to sleep.