Authors: Annabelle Weston
Their movements were frenzied as they touched each other,
hands gliding over asses, his hands on her breasts, her hands on his cock.
He cupped his mouth over her nipple through her shirt,
breathing over it so that the heat seared her flesh. She threaded her fingers
through his hair, arching her back. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel
his hot mouth on her bare flesh. She pulled away, unbuttoned her blouse and
yanked her shirt down over her arms.
Preston’s eyelids lowered as he took in her lacy bra. He
trailed a finger over the milky tops of her breasts, sending gooseflesh to rise
over her chest. He pulled the cup of her bra down, exposing her, and quickly
dipped to take her taut nipple in his mouth.
She’d missed him so much. Missed the warm comfort of his
embrace, the heat of his breath on her skin, the seductive glances that told
her she was the most desirable woman in the world. And she’d thought all of
this would end. Now the whole world opened up before them and they could brave
anything together.
Preston hooked his fingers in her trousers, sending a chill
racing along her spine. Suddenly, her pants were so constricting.
She unhooked the button and unzipped her pants, shimmying
them over her hips and down her thighs, kicking them a couple feet away.
The air hit her skin and she felt exposed, but she liked it.
“I like these,” Preston said with an appreciative twinkle in
his eyes as he slid his fingers around the edges of her black lacy thong. “So
hot.”
Cadence smiled, glad for his approval and excited for what
was to come. Moisture pooled in her panties.
Preston slipped his finger through her panties just by her
pussy lips and then stroked over her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he said, voice gravelly with lust.
“I want you.”
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
Preston growled and pushed her back against the arbor then
dropped to his knees. He pressed his face against her panties and breathed
deeply. “I love the way you smell. Like lust, sex and sweet ecstasy.”
He spread her thighs wide, lifting one over his shoulder,
and breathed hotly on her clit through her panties. Her knees shook and the one
leg she balanced on threatened to buckle at the sudden, intense pleasure.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes,” she answered back, her own voice throaty with desire.
With his finger, he pushed her panties aside and then
slipped his tongue between the folds of her sex. He licked her slowly,
tantalizingly slowly, over her clit then back to thrust into her pussy. He
repeated the movement again and again. His tongue was like liquid heat and
delicious rapture.
Already her body responded, reaching out for release. Her
womb contracted, her pussy twinged and her clit throbbed. He licked her gently
but fast, twirling his tongue in a way that made her pant and moan. She was so
close. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head against the arbor wall, not
caring about the ivy catching her hair—if anything, it only added to the
intensity of sensation swirling around her.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his mouth to
her pussy. With his thumbs, he parted her lips to better reach her clit.
She was so wet. The mixture of her juices and his saliva
dribbled down her thighs. She rocked against his mouth, hungry for an orgasm,
but every time she held her breath, sure she would come, he slowed his
movements, teasing her, prolonging her pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to, darlin’,” he murmured against her pussy.
The vibrations of his voice on her sex sent her up a notch.
She rocked her hips against his face, unable to think of anything now but the
wicked thrill of him eating her pussy in the garden, where they might be seen
by anyone at any time.
“Come for me, Cadence, let me see you come on my face.”
Preston thrust two fingers inside her pussy, all while
continuing to lick, nibble and suck at her clit.
It was too much. Her body could hold back no longer. She
cried out as an orgasm ricocheted from her womb, pussy, clit outward to her
limbs and back. Her leg around his shoulder tightened. Her fingers dug into his
scalp. Her back arched and her hips undulated faster against his mouth as she
rode out her orgasm.
“Ah yes,” Preston moaned.
He stroked her gently with his tongue and fingers as she
came down from her climax, her limbs still shaking.
“You are so sexy when you come. So gorgeous.” He pulled
away, placing her leg back on the ground. “Take your panties off.”
She did as he commanded, kicking them to where her pants lay
a few feet away.
“Turn around and put your arms up against the arbor.”
Cadence liked him telling her what to do, it made her
shudder in anticipation and her pussy clenched tight with the need for him to
thrust inside her.
She turned around and pressed herself against the arbor,
putting her hands up in the air and holding onto the woodwork.
Behind her, she heard rustling as Preston disrobed, and the
crinkle of cellophane as he put on a condom. He playfully slapped her ass.
“Your ass is sublime,” he murmured against her ear, biting
her lobe. He massaged where he’d slapped and rubbed his hard cock against the
crack.
She arched, pushing her hips back.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you.”
He swiped his cock down the crack of her ass to her
dripping-wet pussy. He pushed the head in then stilled. “You’re so tight. So
fucking wet, hot.”
She pushed her hips back, feeling him go in another inch.
Preston’s hands settled on her hips, stilling her movements. He pressed his
mouth to her neck, gently biting. But he didn’t push inside her pussy farther.
He stayed that way until she clenched and unclenched with the need for him to
drive inside.
His fingers trailed up her arms to where her hands held onto
the arbor. He entwined his fingers with hers then pistoned his hips forward,
thrusting his cock deep inside her, pressing against her cervix.
Cadence cried out with pleasure and Preston growled at the
same time.
She rolled her hips as he propelled himself inside her. With
every plunge of his cock and every buck of her hips, the slap of flesh on flesh
and their sensual moans echoed in the air. Cadence widened her legs to better
arch against him. Preston kept hold of one of her hands but lowered the other
to hold her hip anchored.
Their movements were slow and purposeful until they could
hold out no longer. Cadence pushed her hips faster against him and Preston
drove his cock inside her faster and faster. Cadence pressed her fingers to her
clit, rolling it between her fingers and stroking in circular movements.
“Oh. My. God… Cadence, I can’t hold out anymore. I’m gonna
come,” Preston said through gritted teeth.
Cadence bit down hard on her lip, her entire body trembling.
“Me too.”
With that said, Preston took hold of her hips and fucked her
even harder. She cried out, her fingers working magic on her clit. Her entire
body felt as though it was on fire.
Every pore shouted for release. Every inch of her skin
tingled and her insides spasmed.
From behind her, Preston shouted out and his cock was
propelled deeper still as he shuddered with an orgasm. At the same moment, an
orgasm rocked her own body. Her pussy clenched and pulled his cock in deeper.
She shrieked her pleasure. Her legs shook violently and luckily for her,
Preston held her up by the hips or she would have fallen.
Preston’s head came to rest on the middle of her back. “It
just gets better and better,” he murmured.
“Unreal,” she replied.
They stayed motionless for some minutes, catching their
breath before Preston pulled out.
They dressed quickly and Cadence tried to make some normal
semblance of her hair.
Preston pulled her into his arms and locked his gaze on
hers. “I love you, Cadence. I never want to be without you again. I want you
with me always.”
She smiled, tears of happiness gathering in her eyes. “I
love you too. Marry me?”
“With pleasure.” He pressed a searing kiss to her lips,
sealing their fate forever.
About the Author
A multi-published author of sizzling romance, Annabelle
Weston knows how to push boundaries. With dual citizenship in the USA and
France, Ms. Weston spends serious air time crossing the pond and is a proud,
card-carrying member of the mile high club.
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