Chapter 6
Willow
Willow Brookes on the back of Falcon’s motorbike. Holding on tight to his leather jacket, the wind rushing over me. One hell of an engine vibrating under me.
I’ve never been on a motorbike before. And after a couple of minutes of nervousness, I relax and start to enjoy the feeling of being so close to the road. I love driving on the winding mountain roads, through trees and nature. But on a bike it’s like you are a part of it all.
I feel like letting out a little whoop of joy.
I definitely laugh, especially when he goes around corners or speeds up on the straight bits.
Something in me feels reckless today. I want to throw my arms up in the air.
I don’t care that my skirt is blowing about.
I just hold tight to Falcon. My arms wrapped around his waist. Rock hard abs under my fingers.
The strength of him comforts me. The smell of his leather jacket excites me.
I can understand why Falcon loves his bike so much. This feeling of freedom is hard to come by. He drives us up to a meadow clearing surrounded by trees with a view out over the town. Wild flowers are just starting to bloom.
Still feeling wild, I walk over to the outlook, the soft spring breeze plays with my hair.
Falcon comes up behind me. Standing close.
It feels right after hugging his body the whole way up here.
He takes off his jacket, laying it over my shoulders.
It’s warm from his body heat and smells of him.
We are quiet but anticipation fills the air.
It feels thick, making it hard to breathe normally.
“It’s so beautiful up here.” I whisper.
“You are so beautiful, Willow.”
We are standing close together, so close that my elbow grazes against his chest. I can feel the warmth of his body.
I can smell his aftershave. It’s a spicy, masculine scent.
The touch of his breath on the back of my neck.
If I were to lean back I would be leaning against him. His arms could go around me.
But I’m not a lean back kind of girl. I’m not sure what to do. Where do I normally put my hands? I step away, putting some room between us so I can think straight.
“Do you bring all your women up here?” I ask.
“There haven't been any women for a long, long time. But no, I’ve never brought anybody else here.”
I look at him and I see a rare open honesty in his eyes. He looks…exposed.
Reaching out, he takes my hand. And with a gentle tug I step forward, closing the space between us.
Running his fingers gently across my cheek. He kisses me. Gently. Softly. Just a meeting of the lips. But to me it is amazing. Inhaling his scent. My hands on his t-shirt. Being so close to him is making my body start to buzz.
“You don’t have to be the good girl.” His whisper is low and husky and sends tremors of excitement racing through me. “You can be as bad as you want to be.”
I smile. He is so right. And right now, I don’t want to be good. All I want in the world right now is for Falcon to show me how to be bad.
This time when he kisses me it is with a hunger and urgency that has my heart racing.
Grabbing at each other. Needing to be closer.
Our clothes are in the way but he shoves his jacket off my shoulders.
In one swift movement his t-shirt is gone.
His hands on my ass, he drags me up his thigh.
The friction has me on fire. He holds me against his erection as he kisses me hard.
It is exciting. It’s hard to breathe and I want something I can’t describe.
And there is a fear of the unknown. But when Falcon walks us a few steps over.
Pushing my back up against a tree. His big hand slowly sliding up my thigh.
He kisses the side of my throat. I arch into him.
And then, his hand between our bodies, his fingers stroke across the cotton of my panties.
Oh my! It feels like there is fire in my blood, my body hot and needing his kiss. His touch. His body. When his fingers slip beneath the cotton I freeze up. But as he strokes me open, entering me, I let out a groan of pleasure.
“Undo your buttons for me, Willow.”
It takes a moment for his words to penetrate the haze of pleasure. But then I do as he says. Undoing the buttons of my dress. Pulling it down off my shoulders. And then, because it feels so damn good being bad. I take off my bra and throw it away.
Now it is Falcon who lets out a groan of pleasure and appreciation as he sinks his face into my cleavage.
Pushing me harder back against the tree, pushing his fingers deeper into me while stroking across my clit.
There is a feeling building within me. My heart racing.
I gasp and groan and pant. His free hand pushes up my left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth he sucks.
That feeling doubles, building and growing.
I think I may die. But Holy Flowers, I would die happy.
His hand between my legs vibrates against me.
He presses on my clit. His teeth graze against my nipple.
My whole body floods and explodes with the most glorious feeling.
For a moment I am flying with the birds above. Floating above the flowers.