20. Mia #2
“And then what is she going to say?” he asks, pressing me down against his cock.
“Oh God,” I moan as he hits my clit.
“Yes, that’s good. But I know our girl can be more specific.”
I take a deep, shaky breath. I know I can say anything to him.
Not only because he’s been obviously reading my dirty thoughts right there on his computer screen and knows some of the filthy stuff that comes out of my imagination—I’m going to have to think about that later, but my first instinct is to love it—but also because David makes me feel free.
There’s no judgment here. He seems to get a huge amount of enjoyment out of seeing me try new things and express things that I truly like and want.
Thinking about how he has read my stories bolsters my courage.
Not to mention the heat rushing through my body at the memories of what he did to my body last night.
And the absolute pleasure he seemed to take in doing those things.
“I need you to fill me up. I’m aching for you,” I tell him.
There’s a rumble from his chest, and his fingers tighten on my ass. “Good. But I think she could be even dirtier.”
Oh, he’s going to push me. Okay. “Fuck me, David. Please .”
Again, his fingers flex against me. “Better. More. Tell me what you want. Be as graphic as you need to be.”
It’s the way he puts that that really frees me. This isn’t about him. He’s turned on. He’s right here with me. He’s ready to go. This isn’t about getting him in the mood. He truly wants me to say whatever is on my mind.
I reach up and grip the back of his neck with both my hands, squeezing, so he understands the intensity I’m feeling.
I lower my face, so our noses are nearly touching.
I look into his eyes and say, “I want you to fill me up with your huge, hard cock. I want you to fuck me so deep and so hard that every time I sit down tomorrow, I’ll think of you.
I want you to make me come so hard that all I can think about is your name. I want you to ruin me, David. Please.”
He’s quiet for a moment, then his mouth stretches up in a wicked grin. “Thatta girl.”
He brings my mouth down and kisses me, hotly, possessively. I feel the strokes of his tongue along my entire body. I am tingling and aching. I need him more than I ever imagined possible.
Instinctively, I start to reach between my thighs, needing pressure and friction against my clit. But he feels or senses what I’m doing and his big hand encircles my wrist, stopping me.
“No, no. That’s all mine.”
“Then do something,” I say, my voice thick. He knows what I want. He’s gotten me to open up and talk dirty. I’m not going to hold back now. “Please, David. Right here. Now.”
“Oh, it’s absolutely going to be right here and now.” He presses against my ass. “Lift up.”
I reach back for the handlebars and I lift myself off the seat. He gathers the skirt of my dress, lifting it up to my waist. I shiver, the combination of his eyes on me and the humid summer breeze rushing across parts of me that are never exposed outside in grassy fields.
He runs a big hand up the inside of my thigh, brushing over my folds.
“So wet,” he comments.
“Do. Something,” I say, my voice tight.
He runs his finger over me, masterfully finding my clit, brushing lightly as I gasp. Then he presses harder and circles faster, and I whimper.
“Can you hold yourself up there while I make you come?” he asks.
I have no idea. My arms are shaking a little, but I want this orgasm. “I’ll try.”
“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now,” he tells me. “My wild outdoorsy girl.”
Despite where his finger is and what it’s doing, I giggle. “If I’d known what kind of activities I was missing out on, I would’ve become an outdoorsy girl a long time ago.”
His finger slips inside me, stretching me slightly, the friction of his rough skin on me eliciting amazing sensations.
“I’m so fucking glad I’m the one who gets to make you wild,” he says. He adds a second finger, teasing in and out twice, slow and deep, before spreading his fingers apart and giving me a sweet, delicious stretch.
I gasp. “Me too,” I tell him. “I can’t imagine it being anyone else.”
“Remember that,” he says, as he curls his fingers and rubs on that spot that makes my eyes cross.
“David!”
“Coat my fingers,” he commands, gruff and firm. “Come for me so I can fuck this sweet pussy without hurting you.”
That sends me over the edge. It’s just that easy for him.
I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. And no, I’m not able to hold myself up.
But that’s okay. David’s there. As always.
Fingers still deep, his other arm wraps around me and he pulls me into his lap, holding me against his chest as the ripples of my climax continue.
His fingers slowly stroke in and out, his thumb lazily circling my clit, keeping me on edge.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my temple. “I don’t think you’re the one who’s ruined.”
I like that way too much. I know I am, in fact, ruined. I can’t imagine sex being this fun and dirty, but comfortable at the same time with anyone else. But I love the idea that somehow this is special to him.
“I need more of you,” I tell him. It’s only been his fingers. We haven’t even actually had sex. But I want it. All of it. So much.
“Right front pocket. Get the condom.”
I shift slightly not wanting to move too much and yet wanting to move like crazy. I just had an orgasm, and yet I need more friction, more thrusting, more stretching. I need him inside me. Right now.
I find the condom and rip it open.
“Put it on me.”
I shift back and his fingers slide out of my pussy. I want them back, but I know that I’m about to have something even better. I start to roll the condom on and then gasp as he puts his two fingers against my lower lip.
“God, the things I want to do to you,” he says almost as if he’s talking to himself. His fingers trace along my bottom lip, coating it with my own juices. Then he slides his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
My lips are still parted in surprise. He gives me a grin, then leans in and drags his tongue over my bottom lip, licking the same path his fingers just took.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding along mine.
I don’t know if I actually taste myself or if I’m just imagining it, but it’s all dirty and filthy and definitely stuff I’ve written.
I roll the condom the rest of the way down his length. “Now,” I say simply.
“What would our beautiful dirty girl do or say now?” he asks.
“She…” I realize I need to think about it for a moment.
In my fanfiction, the hero typically takes the lead. They are also almost always at the fictional sex club. They’ve tried a variety of positions, toys, and role-playing, but always at his suggestion.
But they’re falling for one another. It’s obvious to everyone, even to them. Stepping outside of the sex club and their usual roles says it all. And having the heroine take more of a lead is a change in their dynamic. It’s showing that she wants to be more to him than a sexual partner.
I reach for the bottom of my dress where it’s bunched at my waist.
It’s never just been sex between David and me. It’s been a friendship that’s been building on a bunch of things we have in common—our hometown, our families, a shared desire to make sure everyone around us is cared for, childhood trauma.
We also like each other, respect and admire each other's work, our relationships with others, the way we interact in the community. We also make each other laugh. We love to tease and flirt.
And we definitely have chemistry. And I want him to know that I want all of this to continue, I want to be a part of it, I appreciate that he’s not going to let my dad be an issue.
And I’m all in.
I strip my dress up over my head and toss it on the back of the four-wheeler. I’m completely naked, fully exposed, letting it literally all hang out.
“She’d take what she wants,” I tell him.” And she’d tell him that he’s the best she’s ever had.” I pause. “In every way. Not just the sex.”
“Mia,” he says gruffly.
I shift forward and take his cock in hand. I lift up, positioning him at my entrance. “And she’d tell him that she’s so very, very glad to be with him here like this, and she hopes that it’s just the beginning.”
“I’m—”
But whatever he was going to say is cut off as I lower myself onto his length.
We both moan. He’s big. Perfect. He stretches me, fills me, makes my damn toes actually curl.
“Oh God,” I breathe.
“Jesus,” he grits out. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better.”
“Well, let’s see if we can do something about making the next few minutes even better.”
Then he lifts, then lowers me.
And oh my God.
Then he does it again. And again.
I feel absolutely wanton with the summer breeze lifting my hair, my breasts bouncing, completely filled up and surrounded by David Bennett. And I want this to go on forever.
But it absolutely is not going to; I already feel my orgasm building again.
“Oh my God, David. I’m going to come again.”
“That’s the idea,” he says, his voice now tight.
I pry my eyes open and look down at him.
He looks almost in pain.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m in fucking heaven. And I need you to come. I’m not gonna hold on much longer.”
I think about reaching between my legs, circling my clit and finishing this in the next thirty seconds. I’m right on the edge.
But then I have another idea.
A possibly better idea.
I can say and do anything with David. And there’s something I really want.
“Can we stand up?” I ask.
He stops. “Stand up?”
“I want you to bend me over the seat and fuck me from behind.”
That felt good saying it out loud. It’s amazingly liberating to be able to say dirty fantasies out loud to someone.
A moment later, I find out it’s even more thrilling when that person gives a deep growl, says ‘fuck yes’ and lifts you up easily, and has you standing in the grass, bent over seemingly a second later.
“Hold onto that seat. And tell me if I get too rough.”
“Okay.”
He takes hold of my braid, tipping my head back. “Mia, I will stop at any point. You’re in control here. Tell me you understand.”
“I am totally okay. Please, David.” I reach back and grab his hip, pulling him closer.
I don’t have to ask again. He keeps hold of my hair, grips my hip with his other hand, and thrusts deep and hard.
I grip the seat and hold on, arching my back slightly, pressing back, but then giving myself over to David’s rhythm and the amazing sensations.
“Jesus. You’re perfect. Amazing. Fuck yes .”
It’s just those words over and over for the next few minutes.
I say similar things between gasps and moans.
And then my orgasm crashes over me and I am clenching around his cock and calling out his name.
“Fuck yes. Mia !” He slams into me one more time and then stiffens as he comes, gripping my hip and my hair.
He holds me like that for a few seconds before slumping over my back, his mouth going to my neck. He kisses up the side of my neck to my cheek, then turns my head and seals his mouth over mine.
When he pulls back, he says, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“If you did, I loved it,” I tell him.
That gets a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, I have to remember the chapter with the flogger.”
I laugh. “I’m not quite ready for that .”
He gives my ass a little tap, then slips out. “You tell me if and when you are. But there’s a lot between this and that.”
I realize I love that he knows about my writing. He’s actually had a deep look into my fantasies, and it seems he’s a fan.
He pulls off the condom and ties the end, tossing it into the bucket with the used sparklers, then reaches for my dress. He turns me to face him, pulling my dress over my head and smoothing it over my body.
“Panties?” I ask.
“What panties?”
“My panties. The ones you have in your back pocket.” I saw him grab them from the grass and tuck them in his jeans pocket.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Got it. He’s keeping my panties. I like that.
“Well, I have to thank you,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “You do not have to thank me. I had a very good time too.”
I laugh. “Not that. I can publish the last half of the scene still tonight.”
“People are going to love that she’s taking more control.” He pauses. “I think it’s going to be obvious to everyone that he’s really falling for her.”
My heart flips over. I try not to overreact.
Maybe David doesn’t realize that I’ve put a lot of us into those characters.
I started writing their story before David rescued me from the tornado but since then, as they’ve gotten to know each other better, they’ve taken on the characteristics of each of us and yeah, okay in my mind it’s becoming more fanfiction about us than about the book series it started from. “You think so?”
He cups my cheek, his thumb running along my jaw. “Yeah.”
Oh, God. Something in his eyes tells me he definitely realizes those characters are him and me.
I’m about two seconds away from telling him I love him. I need to get my shit together.
“Thanks for coming out to check on the fireworks for Judy,” I tell him. “But I hope you’re not this nice to all the people you apprehend. This isn’t your typical way of distracting people from their bad behavior, is it?”
He laughs. “I’d have quite the reputation.”
“Women would be camping illegally and burning shit down all over this county,” I agree.
“Well…thanks,” he says with a wink. “And you haven’t even tasted my waffles yet.”
“Waffles?”
“Tomorrow’s breakfast. But tonight, I’ll make you a snack after.”
I grin. “After what?”
“After we burn a bunch more calories.”
Yes, please.