Chapter 19 #2
His mouth was on hers in an instant, swallowing her gasp as they backed into the nearest tree, away from the riverbank.
He parted her legs with his knee, keeping it there so she could seek friction where she most needed it.
She writhed desperately for more of it, more of him, only half-aware that they absolutely could not have S-E-X in the woods, barely twenty yards from the main footpath.
When he nibbled on her earlobe, she voiced as much, earning a hoarse laugh.
“There’s nobody here but us, firecracker. Besides, when we have S-E-X , it’ll be somewhere a wee bit more comfortable. Want to make sure nobody will hear you scream when I make you come over and over again.”
A feverish sweat broke across her forehead at the words. She would never get used to his blunt way of talking about things she’d never been brave enough to discuss before. “You really do think a lot of yourself.”
“No, I think a lot of you .” His hands crawled under her T-shirt, reacquainting themselves with her body. He didn’t waste any time playing, nipple pinched between rough fingers. “No matter how much you push me away, I still need more.”
Her mouth parted in surprise, hips bucking over his thigh. “ Why ?”
“Because you’re fucking gorgeous.” His knee jutted harder against her core. She moaned, clenching her thighs to keep him there. “Mesmerising.” This time, he brushed her clit, and her insides lurched in response. “Absolutely loopy, actually, but clearly I am, too.”
His hand replaced his knee, the heel of his palm sending a bolt of lightning through her. The rough tree bark chafed against her back as he leaned an arm over her head, sinking lower to kiss her jaw, her neck.
She couldn’t keep herself contained anymore, reaching to unfasten the buttons of his trousers with desperate fingers.
She palmed him, found him already erect, his hips rolling in a desperate plea.
But it was him that offered more, slipping under the waistband of her jeans to press between her folds.
He cursed at the slick fabric of her underwear, hauling her up with perfect ease so that he no longer had to duck to kiss her.
So that she was there, his for the taking, just like she’d wanted.
They slid further between the trees, burr sticking to their clothes and branches scratching at their arms.
“The things I want to do to you, Eiley,” Warren breathed jaggedly, and then his thumb was rolling against her clit, soft and slow and enough to make her knees tremble. “I want your thighs around my head. I want to know what you taste like. Fuck, I want to see these perfect tits properly.”
His words only made her burn quicker, brighter, and she wrapped a steadying arm around his shoulders when he groaned into her chest. Suddenly, sex wasn’t some scary, forbidden thing she would never get a taste of again.
It was exhilarating, toe-curling, liberating, and she wanted all the things he imagined.
She wanted him to show her what pleasure looked like when she was with someone who cared about hers.
Because he did. He didn’t urge her hand back to his crotch when she was too dizzy to touch him, only toying with her through her knickers until the cotton was a damp, slippery mess.
“Warren—”
Chatter emerged somewhere close, silencing her plea. They froze against the tree, Warren covering her mouth. She didn’t recognise the voices of either the man or the woman as their footfalls crunched through the leaf-strewn path. Were they visible? She hadn’t even checked, hadn’t—
Warren’s finger beckoned against her core, and she whimpered into his palm. “Are you going to be quiet for me, love?”
She didn’t have a choice, not as the couple passed somewhere behind them, discussing something about birds. With Warren working her in fast circles, she didn’t want to be quiet. She wanted to cry out.
When she keened again, his shush tickled the crook of her neck, which only served to drive her hips faster. She found herself wanting to torture him, too, so she touched him again, tracing the thick outline of his cock through his trousers until it pulsed for more.
His eyes sparked at the challenge, fingers sinking past her clit and dipping into her.
Her muffled hiss left him flashing his teeth, thumb toying with her as he teased her opening.
She found the waistband of his underwear, slipped beneath it, didn’t have time to wonder if she even knew what she was doing.
The veins of his shaft guided her touch from the tip to his hair-dusted pelvis and back again.
Warren swore. Loudly. The both of them stilled, his heavy, fearful breaths fanning her face.
The footsteps and voices faded. They hadn’t been caught.
A new ferocity hardened his features as he surpassed her underwear and plunged a finger inside her.
She squeezed his length, pleasure rolling through her.
Each rock, collision, sent another scrape of bark against her back, and she revelled in the sting, the overwhelming collection of sensations.
She was free, and wanted, and the bliss tingling through her was like nothing she’d experienced before.
Still, she knew herself. Knew her body. Knew that, even on her own, she couldn’t always find the right rhythm. Couldn’t let go.
“I might not get there,” she admitted. “I don’t always—”
“You’ll come,” he promised, and curled his finger inside her. The movement triggered something new, something that made her walls clench and her back arch, and he was right. She would come, soon, climax creeping up on her with every breath.
“Are you … Are you close?” she rasped out.
“Don’t worry about me. Not yet.” He inserted another finger, stretching her out with delicious ease. And then he found her G-spot, and she gripped his shoulders to keep her boneless body from falling off his hips.
“Warren.”
“I know, mo ghaol .”
They were words she’d never heard before, spoken gutturally enough to make her shudder, but she didn’t have time to ask what they meant.
Release twisted through her, a tornado that rearranged her entire body.
She bit her tongue, head tilted back as he inserted one more finger to draw out the feeling.
It overwhelmed her, how good it felt, the canopy of leaves above them blurring until he’d tugged every drop of pleasure from her.
She rolled her hands across his length, up and down, desperate to make him feel good, too.
“Fuck, Eiley, just like that.” His moan filled the space between them as he spilled into her hands.
She collapsed against his chest, his face nuzzling into her neck as they caught their breaths.
She couldn’t remember words, and in the end, didn’t need to as she slowly slid down his body. He kept her steady, grip digging into her waist, and kissed her: soft, without hunger, as though it wasn’t over yet.
She let him.
She worried she would keep letting him.