‘Yes.’
His other hand mimicked the move, palming her other softly, and then he rolled his thumb over the stiffened peaks and her breath caught, her body swaying with the power of his caress.
‘So responsive,’ he murmured.
Her head started to spin over the dizzying sensation, her lids fluttering closed as carnal heat flooded her body from top to toe. ‘God, that feels good.’
‘Hmm...turn around,’ he drawled, and she floated into doing his bidding, her body lying back against his for support as his hands kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. He lowered his head, his mouth brushing against her ear. ‘Open your eyes, take in the great outdoors, the freedom to feel, to let go in the open.’
She did as he asked, the sun beating down on her flushed skin, the birds singing in the trees, the rolling gardens stretching out as far as the eye could see... It was salacious, it was risky, and it was everything she craved.
‘Come.’ He nudged her forward to the walled edge of the overgrown pond and stilled, one hand slipping from her breast to trail down her front. ‘Take off your underwear.’
A thrill ran through her blood as she bent forward, shimmying them down, a breeze mixing with her wetness and taking her to another level. She lifted the skimpy lace and he took it from her, slipping it into his pocket. ‘Raise your skirt.’
The throb between her legs was a full-on punching beat now. It hurt so much she wanted to service her own need there and then, but doing as he asked was pushing her to the edge, was too good to let it stop.
She gathered up the fabric, bringing it to her hips as his fingers stroked up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her bottom. ‘So perfect.’
She gave a small sound. It wasn’t outright dismissal, but it wasn’t agreement either.
‘You are,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘Don’t doubt it.’
His fingers hooked around her front, one hand separating her folds, parting her to the air, to his touch, as his other hand dipped within, gathering up her wetness and bringing it back over her clit. A spasm shot through her and she rocked against him, a flurry of heat spreading out from where he stroked her, sending her hands clawing at his thighs behind her for support.
‘That’s it, baby.’ His erection pressed into her back, his breath rasping as he dropped his mouth to her neck, nipping at the sensitised skin and driving her crazy. But she needed more, she needed him, she didn’t want to lose it without him.
‘Please,’ she begged.
His caress over her clit slowed. ‘What is it, baby?’
He was teasing her, coaxing out sounds that she barely recognised as herself. ‘I want you.’
‘Right here?’
‘Now.’
He gave a low chuckle and nudged her legs apart with his feet. ‘Drop forward.’
Excitement swelled, the ache intense as she bent over the wall and he fisted the fabric of her dress above her back, his free hand working his fly undone.
‘Do you have...protection?’ she asked over her shoulder, a moment of clarity hitting as she pleaded with him to say yes. She couldn’t imagine hitting the rewind button. Not now.
‘Of course.’ He slid his hand into his back pocket, pulling one out and using his teeth to open it.
Of course—he knows you’re a sure thing.
‘So sure of yourself, aren’t you?’ she teased, ignoring the spark of hurt that came with that acknowledgment and watching as he extracted the condom, his smile one of boyish arrogance, making her tummy flip-flop.
Be grateful he is prepared and you’re not having to back-pedal, that you get to have your fill.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to goad him for it...
‘If I wasn’t bent before you half-naked,’ she said softly, ‘I’d put you in your place.’
‘You’re the one being put in her place,’ he said, slipping the empty packet back into his pocket and spanking her playfully.
Or at least it should have been playful but instead it made her bite her lip, a whole other fantasy taking over.