"I want you to touch me," I whisper, placing my hand on his. "I want you to taste me, and when we're mad with desire," I say, his eyes hard on mine, "I want you to take me." There is a long pause. Neither of us are moving; only the crickets sing as the day cools into the evening, and the heated scent of summer fills the air.
Chapter Four
Kenton
Take her? Jesus fucking Christ she’s only eighteen. The way she is speaking, the way she is demanding, any other man would think she’s a wild and experienced lady of the night. For some reason, this fills me with anger.
How dare she stroll up here to my place, where I sat brooding alone, trying to get this beautiful siren out of my mind. How dare she come here, follow me, just to bring me to damnation and to my doom. Like the sirens of old dragging sailors down to a watery grave, I know I want to drown in her.
It’s a strange feeling of anger and arousal. And somehow Lucy manages to bring them out of me constantly.
"Take you," I laugh to myself as if I can possibly do anything else. Looking into those dark bewitching eyes, I feel like I have no choice. There is just too much between us. It feels as if the air sizzles and electricity zaps between us.
I need her now.
Dropping my fishing rod, I grab her by her glorious main of hair, fisting it at the back of her neck and yank her to me. My mouth crushes hers in a passionate kiss, an agonizing frenzy. Every nip, an invitation, every tease of the tongue, an invite for more, every gasp of pleasure, a demand for more. I need more.
I took her by surprise, I can tell. The little virgin talks a good game but she’s only ever played with boys. She’s never played with a man before and shows. I guess I'll have to teach her a lesson. If you play with fire, you get burned, and I am more than a flame; I’m a wildfire.
My hands twitch in her hair now. Her body is pressed against mine as she crawls into my lap, wrapping her long slender legs around my waist, moaning as I slide my hands up her smooth, silky thighs. Nothing, and no one, has ever felt as good as she feels right now.
Suddenly, I slide my hand up from her legs and grab, squeezing lightly as I hold her face close to mine, then I jerk her head back by her hair to feed on her neck. She gasps in pleasure, her eyes closed, her breath coming out in quick bursts. Releasing her neck and grabbing her hips, I grind them against mine before lifting my hand and smacking her ass.
She lets out a cry of surprise. Clearly, she has never experienced such a glorious sensation before. This makes me grin darkly, my hands sliding greedily over her, needing to touch everything.
My hands slide up her dress, grasping the soft white cotton panties that she wore. Looking down at them, my body tightens, stiff with arousal. Is there any other sign of innocence, of delicateness than this?
Looking at her again, she is breathless, her hair wild, her lips parted in surprise, a shocking invitation to dive into the pleasure that awaits.
"Kenton," she whispers.
I’m not finished, though. Not even close. Standing, I lift her in my arms before turning around and lying her on her back on the bank. I open her slim legs, and slide between them, pressing myself hard against her center. Lucy's eyes roll back in pleasure, and she lets out a moan and a surprised gasp.
I’m supposed to be teaching her a lesson when in reality, I find myself going mad.
Crawling up over her slender body and grabbing her glossy hair, I feast on her delicate neck, enjoying the way the blood pulses against the thin skin under my lips. I find myself ravenous for her scent, for the taste that is her. I don’t care anymore. This has been a test, a game. And now, it
’s so much more than a lesson. It’s desperation.
Chapter Five
Lucy
Lucy
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Jesus Christ, I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't do anything. All I know is that I need him. I’m arching under the pleasure, desperately wishing, frantically wanting more. No, needing more.
Watching his mouth on my skin, his body pressed against mine. I’ve fooled around with boys before, but never with someone like him, never with someone so strong and masculine. Boys are timid. But this man is hot, confident, and demanding.
He’s going to drive me mad from the pleasure now. His hands slide up around my thighs, grasping my hips and tearing off my white panties. I shudder in pleasure as he watches me with eyes burning with dark desires. His hand slides up towards my center, until he finds my hot core. He starts circling my clit gently before giving it a sharp pinch and soothing it again with another teasing swirl of his fingers. I immediately arch in delight, moaning with every caress and each sharp pinch.
He is so much better than the boys from high school; they were never so brave, so rough with me. Watching him now, his head leans down between my thighs, and I cry out in pleasure as he destroys me with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. He rotates between long slow licks that start at the bottom of my hole and end at my clit, with quick swirls of his tongue.
When he plunges his tongue into my tight hole, I start to shake. Trembling, aching, and arching; I can’t think of anything but him. I can’t feel anything but his tongue against me. Until I feel him plunge two fingers into my tight hole and start pumping them in and out while he sucks on my clit. Nothing had ever been inside me before. Not like this. My voice seems distant as I scream his name. Lifting his head up from between my thighs, he smiles wickedly, enjoying the first wave of orgasm that rushes through me.
Rising, a look of satisfaction on his handsome face, he kneels over me. Contemplating for a moment, he slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, sliding my dress down to my waist, exposing my bare breasts. For a moment, I wonder what I must look like lying in the dirt. Hot, aroused, flushed legs spread for him; the only clothing? my pitiful excuse of a dress covering only my abdomen, my arms resting by my head.