Full lips crash into mine, and my moan is swallowed in the desperation of our reunion. It’s only been a few days, but I’m ravenous like it’s been years.
He lifts me off my feet, pressing my back against the hay wall, and we nip and pull each other’s lips before our tongues slide and curl together. Holding his cheeks, I kiss his jaw as his lips move to my cheek, then to my closed eye.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here.” His voice is warm honey, and I’m the bee salivating for more.
My mouth is on his neck, moving higher. “Why are you here with her?” It’s an angry pout, and he chuckles.
“Are you jealous? Would you feel better knowing all I could think about this week was your juicy little cunt?”
Electric butterflies dive bomb from my chest to my stomach, and I rise higher in his arms. “I hated this week.”
“Longest week of the semester.” His voice is hoarse with desire.
I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never longed for someone so much, to the point where physical pain enters my chest when we’re apart. His hips are between my thighs, and I feel his erection pressing against my core.
Reaching between us, I caress his cock through his jeans, and he groans. “We’re together now.”
He kisses my neck, dragging his mouth up to my ear. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Do it.” I stretch higher, searching for another hit of my favorite drug.
His mouth seals on mine, and he releases my legs as we lick and pull each other’s lips. Lifting his head, he scans the small, dark area. We’re alone in a dead end with only the dim lights from the main path casting long shadows.
They highlight the muscles in his jaw, and I rise on my toes to lick him, dragging my tongue up his strong neck.
“Fuck, Reanna,” he groans.
“I love when you groan.”
His large hands are on the front of my jeans, unfastening the button, lowering the zipper and shoving them down my legs. “Turn around.”
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, doing as he says without hesitation.
The sound of his pants opening, lowering, a tear of foil, and I feel his tip prodding at my backside, seeking entrance. Another whimper slips from my lips, and I lean forward, arching my back to give him better access.
“Fuck, I love those sounds.” He finds the place, slamming his cock balls-deep into me.
“Jesus…”
“Fuck…”
We both moan, and he holds a moment, his large hand on my lower belly and his other wrapped around my shoulders.
“I’m so fucking hungry for you.” His hot words clench my core, and he groans again. “I want to fuck you so hard and rough you’ll scream louder than the zombies.”
“Yes…” I gasp. “Do it.”
His dirty words, the utter fullness of him stretching me, heating my insides, has me on the edge, and when his hand on my belly moves lower, I moan.
At the first firm pass of his fingers over my clit, my head drops back and I thrust my ass against him, moving his dick in and out as my orgasm flames to life in my veins.
“Reanna, shit,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”
His other hand is under my sweater, shoving my bra higher and clutching my breast, pinching my hardened nipple.
“Oh, fuck…” I’m surrounded by him, filled with him, and I’m unable to stop the noises slipping from my lips.
“That’s my girl…” His lips are at my ear, and he kisses then bites the shell as his hips begin to move.