Felice
Well, now that she said it out loud, it sounded silly. Just putting it out there like that. Pierce didn’t seem like the type of person to say those things to anyone, no matter what he felt. And Felice had just made it weird. It would be even more weird to apologize or take it back now. “Shit. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.”
Pierce was still silent, and Felice couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Silence reigned over their little campsite, the only sounds coming from the crackle of the fire pit.
After a long moment, Pierce brushed his fingers over her arm, making her jump a little in surprise. “Do you mean it?” he asked, his voice filled with hope and something like awe.
Felice let out a long breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “Of course I do, Pierce. I followed you out here, didn’t I? Risked my reputation to keep you out of jail. Did you think I did that for fun?”
He chuckled. “Might be a mistake, saying you’re in love with a criminal, Felice. What will people say?” his fingers caressed circles up and down her arm; she shivered, but not from the chill.
“I don’t care what anyone says,” she answered, her voice thick with emotion.
All of a sudden, Pierce was kissing her, his mouth hungry, his hands holding her face pressed closer to his. “Felice, I — I love you,” he whispered.
And Felice’s heart soared, swelling until it pressed against the confines of her chest. Everything ached, everything felt heady and light and beautiful. She was filled with the dizzying feeling of having drunk too much wine too fast. Filled with the thrill of driving too fast on an empty highway. She could feel the whole world spinning under her feet, and yet it seemed to all be frozen in place, holding its breath.
With a cry, she threw herself forward, claiming his lips again, her tears turning their lips salty as they spilled down her face.
“He loves me. I love him.” The sound of him saying he loved her echoed inside of her skull.
There was a part, a tiny part of her in the dark recesses of her mind that whispered that Pierce couldn’t love her. That they couldn’t belong together. But she told that tiny shadow in the back of her brain to go take a long hike off of a tall cliff.
For now, all that mattered was the crackle of the fire, and his body close to hers. Pierce, with a fire in his eyes hotter and brighter than the one that burned in the fire pit, tore off both of their clothing with a fervor Felice had never witnessed in him before. His buried his face against the curve of her neck while hard, bruising fingers caressed every inch of her skin. Gasping, Felice clung to him, her mouth kissing every inch of skin she could reach. Her lips traveled across his tattooed shoulders and up that beautiful, long neck of his. His scent was thickest here, that spicy raw scent of the man she loved.
She inhaled deeply; she never wanted to forget this scent for as long as she lived.
Sliding down his body, Felice kissed every inch of him. Her mouth traveled along his arms, her teeth nibbling along the ridges of his arms and his wrists. One at a time, keeping her eyes locked with his, Felice pulled each one of his fingers into her mouth, suckling them gently. Pierce shuddered under her ministrations, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. But he let her take control, perhaps curious to see what she would do.
She continued, caressing the curves of his chest and stomach muscles with teeth, lips, and tongue, tracing the long lines of his tattoos with her mouth. He made a small noise in the back of his throat as her kisses moved south down his perfect body. Pierce’s hands came to rest on her shoulders and she got to her knees, bending over him for better access to his hips, his thighs, and eventually, the throbbing cock that stood at attention between his legs.
Admiring that wonderful dick for a moment, Felice tentatively ran her fingers over the spongy head of his glorious cock, unable to believe how soft the skin was that wrapped around him like silk. She pressed her lips to the head, kissing it softly. Pierce’s hands began to move as she made out with his dick. He massaged her shoulders with his strong hands, moving up her back as Felice took a hold of his manhood in one of her hands, squeezing gently as she put the tip of him in between her lips.
Moaning, Pierce took a hold of her hard enough to bruise. He pulled her to one side, giving him access to her pussy as she swallowed him, her mouth watering as she caressed him with her questing tongue. He fit into her willing throat, her lips sliding all the way to the base of him before pulling back up. Pierce quivered underneath her.
His fingers traveled her body as she sucked him, her head bobbing in a slow, sensual rhythm. His thumb found its way inside of her, nearly making her scream as she swallowed him again. The finger slid in and out of her wet opening, caressing her g-spot and sending pleased shivers through her whole, quaking body.
The night air was cold against her boiling hot skin as Pierce laid back, pulling one of Felice’s legs effortlessly over to the other side of his head. She spread her legs for him willingly as she blew him. Much to her delight, she felt Pierce’s tongue slide in between her legs, finding all of those spots that made her scream and twitch.
“Oh God,” she said into the thin, night air. She ground shamelessly against his mouth, mewling into his cock like it was a microphone. “Pierce, I love it when you eat me out,” she whispered, her voice ragged from pleasure. “But I need you inside of me. Right now.”
Pierce chuckled against her clit, sending thrills through her whole body. “Right now?”
“God, please, yes.” She knew she was begging but couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“As the lady wishes.”
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Pierce
Fuck, everything Felice did was hot. Pierce climbed out from underneath her, getting to his knees as she stayed on all fours. Felice was nearly panting with desire, her pussy dripping and ready for him to enter. He grabbed his cock in his left hand, guiding himself into her beautiful, tight cavern as she begged him to fuck her.
It was too much, but not enough. No, Pierce would never have enough of Felice. Even if he had her every day for the rest of their lives, it still wouldn’t be enough. He’d still dream about sinking deep into her body as she cried his name like a prayer into the night’s sky. Sliding into her slick pussy from behind almost made him cum right then; he had to pause for a moment to collect himself, to force himself not to end this too quickly.
“Pierce!” Felice begged, her hands clamping hard onto the picnic blanket below them. “That feels so good.”
Pierce put his thumb into his mouth, licking the taste of her off of his fingers. She was salty and sweet and, oh God, she was everything he had ever wanted.
He slid in and out of her body with a rhythm that seemed so natural and right. Everything about her seemed to be a puzzle piece in his life that was missing from the beginning; she was a part of his soul and their flesh melded together perfectly, like this was meant to be.
Felice’s body gripped him hard as he thrust into her from behind, the cold autumn air caressing his skin like a thousand fingers. The fire burned down to embers as he watched, leaving the beautiful views visible in the moonlight. The stars twinkled, making the night almost seem alive around them.
Moaning, Felice pressed her face into the soft cotton of the picnic blanket, her cries muffled as she thrust back against his hips with her own, forcing Pierce’s cock deeper and harder inside of her.
Grinning wickedly, Pierce leaned back, picking Felice up and pulling her into his lap. He slid her down carefully onto himself, moaning a little as her silky, wet insides gripped him again. Felice gasped, glancing over her shoulder as she moved her hips in an experimental circle. The cry that spilled from her mouth lit every nerve of Pierce’s on fire, and he lifted his hips, slamming into her from underneath as she rode him.
“Holy shit, Felice,” Pierce groaned, the feel of her hips sliding along his was undoing him. Soon he would be too far gone to stop from tipping over the edge. “Felice, Felice,” he whispered, “I love you, Felice.”
The woman, so perfect and beautiful, graceful and lovely, inhaled sharply, slamming her hips against his as she shuddered to a halt. Her body closed around his cock like a vice, caressing him, stroking him, until he climaxed, too.
Felice made a long, slow moan in the back of her throat as she panted, her head thrown back in quiet, loving ecstasy. Pierce suddenly wished he had a camera and could capture this moment forever. But instead, he lay there, tangled up with her as the cold air swept over their little campsite.
After a few minutes to catch her breath, Felice turned and collapsed on top of him. “Let’s say we build that fire back up before we freeze to death, okay?”
So he did, the two of them cuddling and stoking the fire until well past midnight.
And there was nowhere in the world either of them would have rather have been.