15. Ethan
15
ETHAN
L ucy climbs onto my lap, and I slide the seat back as far as it will go. Her back grazes the steering wheel, but she’s too impatient to care. So am I. After two long weeks, I crave her touch.
My dick’s rock hard, and it becomes painful as she squirms against me.
Driving out here, I imagined laying out a picnic blanket and making love to her slowly, but Lucy has other ideas. Her hands paw at my belt until my cock pops out of my pants. Her palms envelop me, and her cool hands do nothing to stem the fire inside me.
I push the fabric of her skirt up, exposing the delicate lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, Lucy, did you know I was coming today?”
She shakes her head. “I always wear lacy underwear. I like having a secret under my sensible skirt.”
I run my hand over the delicate fabric that’s already sticky wet with her juices. “What other secrets are you hiding?”
My hands move to her blouse, sensibly buttoned up to her neck. I undo the top button, exposing the pale skin of her throat. My lips press gently against every new part of her I unravel. Her neck, her clavicle, her chest, and finally the beautiful orbs of her breasts, encased in lace to match her panties.
“You’re beautiful.”
She beams at me, and I slide the blouse off her shoulders, pulling it off and disposing of it on the passenger seat.
With every item of clothing she loses, she becomes less of the sensible schoolteacher and more of the wild passionate woman from the hut.
Her hair’s tied back in a severe bun and I pull at the clasps until it falls loose, cascading over my fingers like a silken waterfall. I unclasp her bra and she shakes her head, shaking the tresses into place until they fall over her breasts.
She goes to take her glasses off, and I stop her hand.
“Leave them on. I want to make love to every version of you. I love you Lucy, every version of you. The sex goddess and the sensible teacher.”
“I love you too, Ethan.”
She rises up, and I pull her hips toward me where my hardness is waiting to sink into her.
“I want you to be my woman, Lucy, always.”
I balance her on the end of my tip and let her sink onto me. Her eyes widen, but they stay on me as she slides down my shaft. It’s intense, and my heart opens as I impale her.
She’s my woman now, all for me.
I pull her nipples into my mouth one at a time, and she arches her back and cries out as I bite down on the pink nubs. She rocks against me until her moans echo around the pickup. The windows fog up with our breathing, and her scent fills my senses.
We make love in a frenzy of need and longing. Deeper I plunge into her as I make her mine in my heart and my body. Until we come together, hard and fast and satisfied.
Afterwards, I spread out the picnic blanket and we make love again, slowly this time, whispering our promises to each other.
I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her satisfied.
Lucy wanted one night, but I’m giving her forever.