He nudged her legs wider, gripped her hips, and lifted her. She gasped at his strength, for she was not slender, but too rounded, as her last husband often lamented. Her mysterious lover settled her on his thick thigh with an ease she found even more arousing. Lily clasped his shoulders, anchoring herself, for her feet were barely touching the ground.
His hands brushed against her stomach as he undid the flaps of his breeches. Was he nervous? Were his hands shaking like hers? His fingers whispered over her clitoris, nearly throwing her into another climax. A large hand cupped her cheeks with surprising tenderness and pulled her lips to his. Oh! The taste of herself on his lips was strange…but arousing.
Lily moaned softly and parted her lips to his questing tongue. How strange… She had never been kissed with such intimacy before. It was as if he savored and consumed her in equal measure. His tongue stroked her, licking her teeth, her lips. Lily gasped into the embrace, her senses shocked.
He worked his hand between them and settled his thumb on her nub of pleasure.
“You’re delightfully wet,” he groaned.
“I can’t help it.”
A hum of approval sounded, and the striking pressure against her clitoris increased with a few rough glides. She whimpered as his ministrations grew in intensity. Three fingers dipped inside her slit, opening her wider than she’d ever been before. She gasped at the unexpected stretch.
“My lady,” he said, his voice raspy, “bury your face in my neck and bite down on my shoulder if you feel the urge to scream.”
She did as he commanded. He pulled from her, and a hard, blunt pressure nudged her entrance. Th
e hot, swollen tip of his arousal pressed against her. There was a feeling of charged anticipation, a flash of heat, and then he thrust, parting her unused muscles, which clung too tightly, resisting his possession.
Lily climaxed with a muffled wail on that first deep stroke. Oh, dear God.
“Tight,” he said, the word more a grunt than anything else.
He withdrew, the drag of his thickness forcing shivering delight through her. Her lover plunged back into her, hard and sure.
“Ugh,” she moaned. The pleasure-pain was a burning sensation that started where they connected and spread to her throbbing clitoris. It hurt, but deliciously so.
He rubbed her nub with quick firm strokes, filling the sensitive bundle of nerves with pained bliss. A whimper tore from her, and she bit into the soft of his neck. It was his turn to groan his appreciation.
“Can your pussy take more?”
Her entire body blushed at his crudeness, but her wanton heart purred.
“Yes…no…I don’t know,” she sobbed, but her hips arched into him, demanding what her lips wouldn’t.
He gradually withdrew from her, and her flesh resisted, the snug fit making her core ache. His hands gripped her hips even tighter, easing from her with excruciating slowness and then shoving back in. Lily wailed, mortified at the wanton sound that spilled from her. Despite the shock of being stretched open so completely, arousal burned through her body.
“Remember, you mustn’t make a sound.” The rough carnal drawl at her ears made her wetter.
She burrowed her lips even closer to his neck. Some unknown instincts urged her to part her lips and suck at the corded muscles of his throat. She did…and dear heavens, he glided from her and thrust deep and hard. Dark, wanton heat spread through her, and Lily found herself dropping one of her hands from his shoulder to grip his buttock. She squeezed, moaning in appreciation of the grind and flex of muscle as he surged inside her.
“I want more,” she whispered.
“Easy…this first time we’ll go easy. I promise after I ride you four or five times, I’ll break in your pussy for the kind of wanton fucking you’re craving.”
“Oh God,” she whispered breathlessly, unbearably aroused by his vulgar tongue, but startled at his assurance this tryst was more than one night. Lily hadn’t thought beyond this moment. She nipped his ear, then laved the sting with her tongue. “I’m not a delicate flower, I can take more…now,” she purred. “My…my cunt can take more.”
His grip tightened, and he groaned, then hardened even more inside her.
“You like my vulgar tongue,” she whispered, awed and aroused by his reaction. Lily gasped when he hoisted her and walked with her still sheathed on his cock in the dark. Surprise scythed through her when he pulled from her, dropped her legs, and tugged her down…to the ground. There were several rustles, and then he eased her until she was lying on her back. From the slide of material beneath her, she surmised she was resting on his jacket. The ground was chilly and quite uncomfortable, but she did not care.
A hand gripped her thigh and splayed her open, then his large frame blanketed her body. His cock surged inside her, and his satisfied grunt and her cry of pleasure echoed in the dark. He started to ride her, with long, deep strokes, filling her with bliss and taking away the bleak emptiness that had lingered inside for so long.
Her legs lifted, her ankles locking at the small of his back as she arched closer.
She clutched his shoulders helplessly and buried her face in the curve of his neck as he thrust into her clenching core with almost mindless fervor. Everything inside her collapsed and concentrated on the hard, almost brutal thrusts of his cock into her wet slit. Lily never imagined pleasure could be this sharp and all-consuming, and the fact that she did not know this man heightened her arousal to a blistering degree.
He worked her soaked sex until she trembled and sobbed and twisted her fingers through the thick strands of his hair, and her lover did not relent. A heavy ache coiled low in her stomach, drawing tighter as the piercing sensations intensified. She lifted into his thrust, her thighs falling open wider. She couldn’t halt the scream that came from her throat as pleasure swept through her in a hot, unrelenting rush. Lily trembled, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on his cock until he could barely move. He groaned and shoved inside her repeatedly with such strength her buttocks slid against the cold ground.