I smile. “What other way is there?”
We eat. Crickets serenade us. A warm breeze whispers through the trees. Our gazes keep finding each other, catching and holding for brief moments, breaking apart only to catch and hold again. The servers take our plates and bring something new that I eat without tasting because I’m too caught up in her to notice anything else.
Finally, the meal is over, and the table is cleared except for our wine glasses and one little pot of melted butter I insisted stay. The servers bow off, leaving us alone on the terrace.
The moment they’re gone, I turn to Shay. “Take off your dress. Leave the heels on. Let me look at you.”
Her breath catches. Her fingers tremble on the stem of the wine goblet. She licks her lips, takes another sip of wine, then rises, placing her napkin aside.
Without a word, she unzips the dress and shimmies out of it, draping it over the back of her chair.
Then she stands there staring at me wearing only moonlight, heels, and a small, shy smile.
My heart hammering and my dick like steel, I say gruffly, “No bra either.”
“I didn’t want to ruin the lines of the dress.”
I hold out my hand. “Come here.”
She moves over to me slowly, giving me time to savor it. My eyes drink her in. Gleaming skin and full breasts, long legs and dark hair, movement like lines of lyrical poetry.
I’m obsessed with possessing her.
Not only her body, but her heart. Her mind. Her soul. I want to devour this woman. Brand her. Mark her as mine and mine alone.
The fact that I can’t makes it all so much more powerful, and so much worse.
“Bend over the table in front of me.”
I move the chair back and spread my legs so she can get between them. Then I watch as she obeys me, lowering her chest onto the tabletop and presenting me with her round, perfect ass.
Starting at her ankles, I stroke my hands up to her thighs. “Spread your legs wider. Show me that pussy.”
Legs quivering, she does as she’s told. Sitting in my chair, I’ve got a beautiful view of her body, shoulders and back and her exposed cunt, plump, pink, and glistening.
And the sweet little knot of puckered flesh between her ass cheeks.
“Cole?”
“Hush.”
She rests her cheek against the tablecloth and shivers. When I run my fingertip along the seam where her pussy meets her thigh, she inhales a soft gasp.
I lean down and bite her succulent ass. “I said hush, baby. Not another sound out of you.”
I want to fuck this ass. I want to taste it. I want to lick it. I want to hear her moan as I drive deep inside, reaching around to pinch her nipples.
What I do instead of any of that is pick up my wine, sit back in my chair, and enjoy the view.
It’s fucking spectacular.
She wriggles her ass, making my dick jump. I say, “You’re not in charge, sweetheart,” and spank her once, lightly, with an open palm.
Her small, breathless whisper of, “Harder,” is such a turn-on, I almost break and yank my hard cock out from my trousers and plunge it inside her. But I control myself, opting instead to have a little fun with my obedient beauty while she’s still being obedient.
Knowing her, it won’t last long.
I tip the wineglass over her bottom and allow a small stream of wine to pour over her ass and pussy. Then I lean in and greedily lap it up, sucking on her lips and swirling my tongue around that puckered bud.
She moans, and I chuckle. “Bad girl. So bad.”
I spank her again, loving how her ass jiggles as I strike it.
“Cole,” she whispers breathlessly. “Please.”
She wants more, and so do I, but she keeps forgetting who’s in charge. So I take my time pouring more wine over her, stroking her wet clit and licking her ass until she’s moaning and rocking her hips.
I stand and move around the table so I’m near her head. I take off my jacket and lay it over the back of the chair over her dress, then unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I take my stiff dick in my hand.
“Suck me while I give you the spanking you’re begging for.”
Without a second’s hesitation, she opens her mouth.
“Good girl.”
I guide my erection past her lips. She moans around it and closes her eyes. I slide a hand under her head to support it as she takes me down her throat. In the moonlight, I see goose bumps form all over her back, and that simple evidence of her pleasure and emotion drives me wild. It makes me feel like an animal.
I lean over and spank her smartly until both her cheeks are pink. When I stop, I’m panting with excitement. Her pussy pulses under my fingers when I fondle it.
“You want me to fuck this, don’t you, baby?”
She moans around my cock again.
My laugh is dark and pleased. “I know you do. Keep sucking.”
I dip my fingers into the small pot of melted butter, hissing in pleasure when the head of my cock touches the back of her throat. Then I slide my buttered fingers between her ass cheeks and stroke them over her anus as she moans louder, urging me on.
I whisper, “Such a greedy little girl,” and sink my finger into her ass.
She whimpers.
I stare down at her as she works on my dick, pausing at the crown to swirl her pretty pink tongue around it then sliding her lips over the shaft, straining forward to take as much as she can as I finger fuck her.
When I speak, my voice is guttural. “I’m gonna come in this ass, baby. I’m gonna fuck your sweet cunt first, but then I’m gonna come deep inside your ass. And I want to hear you scream my name when I do, understand me?”
Without waiting for an answer, I withdraw my finger from her ass and my dick from her throat, then flip her over and pick her up in my arms.
I carry her across the pavers and around the fire pit to the lounge bed. She clings to my shoulders, gazing at me with wide eyes and parted lips, breathing erratically. When I kneel on the edge of the bed and lay her gently down, she kicks off her heels and lies with her arms flung over her head as I strip out of my clothing.
The firelight casts a golden glow over her bare skin. Lying there nude on the pillows and soft throws, her nipples hard and her chest rising and falling rapidly, she looks untamed and beautiful, a wild thing I caught in a forest and brought home to eat.
It’s thinking these ridiculous romantic thoughts that makes me realize how deep in I already am. I asked her to catch me if I fall, but the reality is that I’ve already fallen.
Now it’s only a matter of discovering how badly I’ll shatter when I hit the ground.
I kneel between her spread legs, then lower myself on top of her, balancing my weight on my forearms. We stare silently at each other as she reaches between our bodies and takes me in her hand.
Supporting my weight on one elbow, I squeeze her breast, then lean over to capture a hard nipple in my mouth. When I suck on it, she shudders.
I go back and forth between each breast, licking and sucking her taut nipples until she’s panting and writhing beneath me, sliding the head of my cock up and down between her soaked pussy lips, urging me forward with her hips in a wordless plea.
When I know she’s about to break and beg, I kiss her and thrust inside.
She surges up against my chest with a muffled cry and throws her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. I fuck her deep and hard until her thighs are shaking and she’s clawing my back.
She climaxes, crying out into my mouth. I swallow her cries and fuck her through her orgasm until my balls are aching with the need for release.
Then I withdraw from her, roll her onto her stomach, stuff pillows under her belly so her beautiful ass is tilted up, and position myself between her legs. With my chest to her back, I lower my head and put my mouth against her ear as I press the head of my cock against her ass.
“Ready?”
“Yes!”
A slow push, a moment of resistance, her soft cry of pleasure or pain. Then her body submits to me, and the engorged head of my cock slides inside tight, oiled heat.