continued. “But I want you to know—”
“John please.” She was more turned on then she’d ever been and frankly terrified that the next words he said would stop this moment from happening. “Please. I can’t wait either. Right here. No more words. Just fuck me.”
He groaned, guiding her to the wide head of his erection. “Hell, Trouble. You might kill me yet.”
“Oh John. Oh fuck, John .” She knew. She’d seen him. Had him in her mouth. She knew he was big. But the stretch was exquisite—pain and pleasure. Her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly lowered her down his shaft. “Fuck!”
“Breathe, baby, please…oh, yes, take it. I know you can take it. You were made for it. Made to ride me. Trudy. Oh, my Trudy.”
He was going too slow. She tightened her legs around him and thrust her hips. Yes. So full . Finally. “John.”
“Jesus.” He swore and began to lift and lower her with more force than she imagined he realized.
She loved it. The power of him. The strength. Standing with his legs slightly spread, easily guiding her movements. Deep…so damn deep inside her, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Baby you feel too good. Too tight.” He picked up the pace and groaned again, lowering himself to his knees. “Look at you. Fuck, look at you.”
Trudy tried to focus, following his gaze to her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust. She glanced up to see an expression close to pain on John’s face and experienced an entirely female thrill that she could affect him as much as he was shattering her.
“You like them?” She let go of his shoulders with one hand and lifted her breast, holding it up like an offering.
“I’m obsessed with them,” he corrected in a low, pained voice. “Starving for them. Pinch your nipple for me...harder, Trudy. As hard as I would.”
She gasped as she obeyed, the sharp sting sending ripples to her sex and back. John was grinding her against his hard shaft now, his unblinking gaze riveted. “Lean back, I’ve got your hips.” She did as he said and he followed her, holding her hips high against him while her shoulder blades pressed into the grass. “Lean back and squeeze them with both hands. Fuck, yes .”
Trudy was shaking her head back and forth, mindless with the pleasure this new position was giving her. She pushed her breasts together and he whispered her name harshly, taking her with a ferocity that sent her over the edge.
She was flying. Breaking. Blind with the force of her orgasm. Her fingers tightened painfully against her flesh and her back arched completely off the ground as he joined her. It was like lightning. Summer lightning and heat shooting out every nerve ending she had, destroying her then putting her back together again.
She might never be the same.
John collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “Trudy,” he whispered her name. That was all he said.
She smiled giddily, a rush of endorphins coursing through her veins. The smile turned into a chuckle. John tugged her onto his chest, pushing her wet curls out of her face. “What?”
“Nothing, Big Bad.”
“Me.” He raised one eyebrow. “You’re laughing at me because I’m a slave to your bouncing breasts.”
“I am not!”
“Then why?”
She wiped her eyes and set her chin on her hands where they rested on his chest. “I’m just…” Happy. Joyful. Content. “I just feel good. And bad.” She winked. “I used to think skinny-dipping was the wildest thing I could ever do in that pond. I now stand thoroughly and devastatingly corrected.”
John’s lips tilted. “I told you, I had a lot of time to think about the things I wanted to do to you.”
“I can’t wait to check off that list.”
He sat up, taking her with him until he was standing and she was hovering in mid-air.
“You think flinging me around like a sack of potatoes is sexy, don’t
“John please.” She was more turned on then she’d ever been and frankly terrified that the next words he said would stop this moment from happening. “Please. I can’t wait either. Right here. No more words. Just fuck me.”
He groaned, guiding her to the wide head of his erection. “Hell, Trouble. You might kill me yet.”
“Oh John. Oh fuck, John .” She knew. She’d seen him. Had him in her mouth. She knew he was big. But the stretch was exquisite—pain and pleasure. Her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly lowered her down his shaft. “Fuck!”
“Breathe, baby, please…oh, yes, take it. I know you can take it. You were made for it. Made to ride me. Trudy. Oh, my Trudy.”
He was going too slow. She tightened her legs around him and thrust her hips. Yes. So full . Finally. “John.”
“Jesus.” He swore and began to lift and lower her with more force than she imagined he realized.
She loved it. The power of him. The strength. Standing with his legs slightly spread, easily guiding her movements. Deep…so damn deep inside her, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Baby you feel too good. Too tight.” He picked up the pace and groaned again, lowering himself to his knees. “Look at you. Fuck, look at you.”
Trudy tried to focus, following his gaze to her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust. She glanced up to see an expression close to pain on John’s face and experienced an entirely female thrill that she could affect him as much as he was shattering her.
“You like them?” She let go of his shoulders with one hand and lifted her breast, holding it up like an offering.
“I’m obsessed with them,” he corrected in a low, pained voice. “Starving for them. Pinch your nipple for me...harder, Trudy. As hard as I would.”
She gasped as she obeyed, the sharp sting sending ripples to her sex and back. John was grinding her against his hard shaft now, his unblinking gaze riveted. “Lean back, I’ve got your hips.” She did as he said and he followed her, holding her hips high against him while her shoulder blades pressed into the grass. “Lean back and squeeze them with both hands. Fuck, yes .”
Trudy was shaking her head back and forth, mindless with the pleasure this new position was giving her. She pushed her breasts together and he whispered her name harshly, taking her with a ferocity that sent her over the edge.
She was flying. Breaking. Blind with the force of her orgasm. Her fingers tightened painfully against her flesh and her back arched completely off the ground as he joined her. It was like lightning. Summer lightning and heat shooting out every nerve ending she had, destroying her then putting her back together again.
She might never be the same.
John collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “Trudy,” he whispered her name. That was all he said.
She smiled giddily, a rush of endorphins coursing through her veins. The smile turned into a chuckle. John tugged her onto his chest, pushing her wet curls out of her face. “What?”
“Nothing, Big Bad.”
“Me.” He raised one eyebrow. “You’re laughing at me because I’m a slave to your bouncing breasts.”
“I am not!”
“Then why?”
She wiped her eyes and set her chin on her hands where they rested on his chest. “I’m just…” Happy. Joyful. Content. “I just feel good. And bad.” She winked. “I used to think skinny-dipping was the wildest thing I could ever do in that pond. I now stand thoroughly and devastatingly corrected.”
John’s lips tilted. “I told you, I had a lot of time to think about the things I wanted to do to you.”
“I can’t wait to check off that list.”
He sat up, taking her with him until he was standing and she was hovering in mid-air.
“You think flinging me around like a sack of potatoes is sexy, don’t
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