"Gladly," I say, and I pick her up in one motion. She squeals and wraps her legs around my waist, holding on tight, her arms around my neck. I walk the short distance to her cottage while kissing her. The feel of her legs wrapped around me, the weight of her in my arms, the way she's rocking slightly against me with each step, grinding her pussy against me—I'm not going to make it to the cottage at this rate.
We make it to her porch and I set her down carefully, my hands steadying her, but the second her feet hit the wood she'spulling me in again, backing up until she runs into the porch post. I press against her, one hand braced on the post beside her head, the other on her hip, and kiss her hard, pouring everything I've been feeling for days into it.
I kiss my way down her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she makes this sound that's half gasp half moan that makes me want to hear it again and again. Her hands are restless, moving from my hair to my shoulders to my back, like she wants to touch me everywhere at once.
I get my hands under her shirt and slide them up her ribs slowly, deliberately, feeling her breathing change under my touch. When my thumbs brush the underside of her bra she gasps, arching into me, pressing her breasts into my palms.
"You're killing me," I say against her neck.
"Good," she says, and pulls my head back up to kiss me again.
This kiss is deeper, hungrier, pouring all the desire and want and need into it. I cup her face gently, tenderly, even as I devour her mouth, pressing my body against hers, pinning her against the porch post. Her tongue slides against mine and I bite her bottom lip gently, pulling slightly.
I pull back just enough to tug at her shirt and she helps me get it over her head, her arms raising, and then it's gone, tossed somewhere behind me into the darkness. The light from the full moon is bright and silver and it catches on her skin, making her glow.
She's luminous out here, ethereal, like something out of a dream. Her breasts swell above her bra, the curve of her stomach, the softness of her. I'm momentarily speechless, just looking at her, trying to memorize every detail.
I kiss down her neck again, her collarbone, the swell of her breast above her bra. I reach behind her and unhook it with one hand and she laughs.
"Smooth," she says, gasping as the cool night air hits her skin,her nipples pebbling immediately. "That one had a tricky clasp too."
"I have my moments," I murmur, and slide the straps down her arms, tossing the bra aside into the growing pile of our clothes.
And then I get my mouth on her breast, her hand going to the back of my head, holding me there. Her nipples are already hard and I suck one into my mouth, crouching slightly and pinning her against the post. Her tits are absolutely perfect, heavy and soft in my hands, nipples that respond immediately to every touch. I can feel her flesh goosebump and ripple as I suck and lick and tease.
I crouch further, kissing my way down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump and tense under my mouth, her breathing getting faster and more ragged. When I get to the waistband of her jeans I slow down, kissing along the edge of the denim, and she makes an impatient sound above me. I kiss along her hip bone, reverent and slow, taking my time, worshiping every inch of skin I uncover.
I look up at her and she's watching me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands braced on the railing behind her. The flush has spread down her neck and across her chest, her skin pink and warm in the moonlight.
I drop fully to my knees on the wooden porch, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I run my hands up the outside of her thighs, feeling the muscle and warmth of her through the denim. The rough fabric drags under my palms and I can feel her tense under my touch, her thighs trembling slightly. Then back down, just as slow, my fingers trailing along the seam of her jeans, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs, even through the fabric.
I've been fucking dying for this since that night in my cottage when she said no. Getting my mouth on her pussy, tasting her, making her come on my tongue, making her forgetevery disappointing experience that made her think she didn't like this.
I want her to understand what it should feel like, that she can trust me with this, that I'll make it so good she'll never want anyone else between her legs.
I work open the button of her jeans, watching her face the whole time. The button slips free and she inhales sharply, her stomach tensing. She's biting her bottom lip and her breathing is coming faster now, shallow little breaths that make her chest rise and fall rapidly.
I drag the zipper down slowly, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet night, each tooth separating with a soft metallic click. I hook my fingers in the waistband, feeling the warmth of her skin just above the denim, and pause, watching her carefully for any sign she wants me to stop.
She nods, quick and jerky, and whispers, "Please."
I pull her jeans and underwear down together in one slow movement, watching her carefully. The fabric slides over her hips, down her thighs, and I help her step out of them, one foot and then the other, tossing them aside.
She moves back slightly until she's leaning against the porch railing again, her hands gripping the wood on either side of her. She's completely naked now, standing on her porch in the moonlight, exposed to me, vulnerable.
I take a second just to look at her pussy in the moonlight. I can see how wet she is already, glistening in the silver light, and I can see her swollen and ready for my mouth. Her pussy is beautiful, the dark hair above it trimmed neat, the lips of it pink and slick. Everything about her is perfect. The curve of her hips, the length of her legs, the way her stomach rises and falls with each rapid breath.
I kiss her hip bone gently, trailing my mouth across her skin, and she inhales sharply, then I move lower, toward her inner thigh, and her breathing stutters and catches. I take my timebecause I want to savor this, want to draw it out, want to make every second count. I've been wanting this for days and now that I'm here I'm going to do it right. I kiss along the inside of her thigh, alternating between soft kisses and light scrapes of my teeth, and her muscles jump under my mouth, trembling.
I kiss higher still, slowly working my way inward, my hands sliding up her legs, palms flat against her skin, feeling the softness of her inner thighs, spreading her wider for me. Her hand comes down to my hair and her fingers thread through it, trembling, gripping tight.
I pause, my mouth inches from her pussy, my breath hot against her wet skin, and look up. She's looking down at me, her eyes dark and wide, and then she nods slowly, biting her lip, her hand tightening in my hair.
"I trust you,” she says, “and I want you to fuck me with your mouth. Please, Alex."
That's all I need, and I lean closer, holding eye contact as she grips my hair tighter. I kiss her pussy gently first, just a soft press of my lips against her, and she gasps. Then I lick up through her slit, slow and broad, tasting her properly for the first time, and she moans, her head falling back against the railing.
She tastes incredible. Sweet and musky and entirely her, and I groan against her, unable to help it. I lick again, deeper this time, my tongue parting her, finding her clit and circling it slowly. She gasps louder, her hips jerking forward, pressing herself against my mouth.