Chapter Eighteen
She threads her fingers through my hair and nudges my head down. We stay glued together, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. Our kiss stays soft and slow, lips pressing and gliding as our bodies rock together.
“Amy,” I murmur against her. “When you say you want me...”
She ducks her head and nuzzles against my chin. “I want all of you, Paul. Your stubbornness. Your teasing. Your dick. All of you for all of me.”
I slide my tongue between her lips and swallow her sigh. Amy runs her tongue along mine, and shakes in my arms. My heart beats fast and I break the kiss. “Are you laughing?”
She presses her forehead to my chest and her soft laughter increases. “Sorry. I’ve just always hated mustard.”
“Oh crap.” I drop my hands from her hips.
Amy steps so close that I need to lean into her to keep from pitching backward. “It’s funny.” She clasps a hand on each side of my head and brings her mouth back to mine. “Right now, I kind of don’t mind it.”
“No?”
“Uh-uh.” She brushes her lips against mine. “It’s actually kind of...” She nips my jaw and draws a trail to my earlobe with her tongue.
I hiss in a breath. “It’s kind of what?”
“Kind of...” She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and releases it with a pop. “Hot,” she breathes.
I grip her jaw with one hand, her lower back with the other, and kiss her. She parts her mouth and I taste the underside of her lips, grazing against her sensitive skin until she runs the tip of her tongue along the length of mine. I plunge into her mouth and she opens to me. Our tongues wrestle and explore in a kiss that steals breath and gives life.
She grinds against the bulge I could no longer even attempt to hide and I groan into her mouth with a day’s worth of restrained desire. “Do that again.” My voice is raw. “Please.”
Amy drags her body back and forth over my hardness as I cup my hands around the curve of her ass and hold her to me. My eyes fall closed and I live in the sensation of her heat against mine. My cock strains toward her and her breathing reaches me, uneven and raspy. I hold her close and back up until my thighs hit the log.
I let Amy go for long enough to plant my ass on the seat and she stands before me, lips shining in the campfire light, cheeks flushed. Her hardened nipples press against the stretchy material of her dress. I swallow hard and hold out my hand. “Come here.”
She hitches her dress to her thighs and climbs onto my lap. Her legs hang over the back of the log and she clings to me, shifting her hips closer and closer to my straining zipper. She drops her head and moans into my neck when her core presses against my contained hardness.
I hold her in place and push her hair back, trailing kisses down her neck. “Feel that, Amy? It’s all for you. All of it.”
Amy looks into my eyes, her mouth slightly parted. She shakes as she guides my hand under the long skirt piled high up her thighs. She drags my fingertips from her knee to her core and cups my hand on top of her damp panties. She licks her lips and takes a shaky breath.
My thumb traces along the elastic of her panties, tickling her outer lips, and her eyes close. I press a kiss to her collarbone and drag a teasing finger over the center of her underwear. My hand circles to her ass and kneads her bare cheek, pulling her hard against me. “What do you want, Amy?”
Her eyes flutter open. “Everything you want to give me.”
I press my face into her neck and lick her from her shoulder to the top of her dress. My tongue slides over a hardened nipple begging for attention through the fabric, and she pushes the top down, baring her breasts in the moonlight. My lips circle the bud and I suck it deep into my mouth. Because I don’t know whether she means the same everything as me, or if she knows that she smells like trees and fire and tastes like dreams, but I’ll give her everything I have for as long as she’ll let me do it.
Her nipple springs from my mouth with a pop and I turn to its twin. I flatten my tongue and lick over the tightened bundle of nerves, flicking them with the tip of my tongue before doing it again, drawing out her moans, making her hips roll against me and soaking my khakis with her need.
Her fingers work between us and pry my button open. I loop an arm around her back and press her to me, burying myself in her breast, nipping and licking her tender flesh until her hand forgets what it’s doing and her nails dig into my side. Need rushes to my cock as I work my free hand back up her slick thigh. “Damn, Amy.”
She clasps my earlobe between her teeth and drags it through her teeth. Her fingers come back to life and tug at my zipper. My cock throbs with a surge of blood when it’s freed from its khaki prison, and she grips me through my boxers as I curl my palm around her pussy. My gaze finds hers and I press gently against the fabric stretched taut over her opening. Her fingers tighten in turn and the corner of her mouth turns up. I stroke along her seam and she palms over my bulging boxers.
With a quick tug, she frees my dripping cock and I push her panties aside. I work my fingers through her juice, tracing circles on her entrance, giving her clit an extra spin on each pass. “Paul,” she gasps.
“Yeah, Amy?” Her fingers tighten on my cock and she pushes her thumb through the dripping head. I groan into her shoulder and she works her fist to the base while my fingers keep tracing her opening, dipping a fingertip inside and teasing the sensitive nerves at her entrance. “Is this what you want?” I rasp. “My fingers?”
She pushes against my hand and sinks my finger inside her. My thumb presses against her clit and she writhes against it. “I want whatever you’ll give me.”
My dick pulses in her hand and pre-come drips over her fingers. Amy collects my lube under her palm and pumps fast, rolling her hips in time with her strokes, fucking my finger and rubbing her nub over my thumb. “What about my cock?” I swallow a groan and flick my thumb over her clit. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She uncurls her fingers and licks up my neck. “Hell yes.”
I pull a condom from my pocket and roll it on. Amy pushes herself up on my shoulders and I steady her with hands on her waist. She holds her skirt up and lowers herself onto my tip. Her breasts heave in my face and I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard. Her muscles give out, plunging my waiting cock into her warmth. I cry out against her skin and she wraps her hands around the back of my head, pulling me toward her.
Amy’s legs shake against my hips as she sits impaled on my throbbing flesh and I try to lick her nipple straight off her body. “Fuck, Paul. Oh god. I’m not even moving... I can’t...and I feel...”
I shift my hips and her head collapses onto my shoulder, her panting cools and heats my skin. I’m sheathed so deep, and so tight, that I can barely move. I jerk my hips again and hit her right where she needs it.
She gasps and arches her back. “Oh god.”
I wrap both arms around her ass and hold her clit to the root of my erection. She rolls her hips again and again while I rock against her. “I’m so deep,” I rasp against her chest. “So deep. And you feel so good.” She finds a foothold and bounces in my lap. “Oh god. So fucking good.”
She works herself against me, barely shifting her hips away before crashing back to rub her clit against my cock. Her breasts bounce and the slap of her flesh against mine drowns out the roar of the fire. She melts in my lap, soaking us in her need for me and us and this. She finds the pace she needs and she rolls her hips, panting my name into my ear. I dig my fingers into her ass when she slows, rocking her against me, coaxing her release. “Come for me, Amy.”
Her breathing catches. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens wide. I hold her to me, shifting my weight over her clit as her thighs tighten around me and her whole body shakes. She moans her pleasure to the stars and comes apart, bucking and quivering in my lap. Her muscles tighten over and over, drawing me deeper and pulling my orgasm from deep in my balls. My release rockets from me, stealing my breath and pounding through my chest. I hold her close, pushing in as far as she can take me, shooting a lifetime’s worth of pleasure into her warmth.
Cheek to cheek, we rest our heads on each other’s shoulders as our breathing slows. I know she has to get up—that she has to move before we make an even bigger mess of our clothes, but this is the only place I want to be. It’s the only place I want her. Ever.
I close my eyes. “Amy?”
Her fingers draw lazy strokes over my back. “Yeah, Paul?”
“Everything,” I whisper in her ear. “I’ll give you everything.”