His fingers encompassed the back of her neck as he traced his thumb down the center of her throat. The roughness on his fingertips excited her skin as his hands found their way down to her waist. As he pulled the bottom of her dress up, her thighs tickled at the sensation of the airy fabric.
Her breath hitched as he pressed her back against the tree, molding his body against hers. The bark bit into the delicate area between her shoulder blades, but she didn’t care. His mouth left a warm trail from her jaw to her collarbone, and she hummed at the sensation, imagining all the sweet pleasures to come. She pressed her back harder against the trunk, leveraging her weight against it, and her feet came off the ground. As he cradled her thighs, she opened her hips to rest the crooks of her knees on the top of his upper legs.
She reached down, unzipping his pants and taking the girth of his shaft into her hand, stroking upward. Her heart drummed against the inside of her ribcage, and she gasped. The size of him shouldn’t have come as a shock since he was such a large man in every aspect of the word. But she found herself nervous about whether or not her body could accommodate his.
“Are you sure?” His voice growled softly as her hips made a slow circular motion. “I need you to tell me that this is really what you want.”
Her cheeks reddened as she parted her lips. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” She bit her lip. “I’ve never really been good at talking about this stuff.”
“Say out loud that it’s not just your body that wants me.” He put his forehead against hers. “Tell me that I’m not a damn fool for believing that you feel what I’m feeling right now.”
“Every part of me wants you.” She ran her hands through the length of his hair. “I’m sure.”
He tilted his head, gliding the length of his tongue over hers, and her body blossomed against him, silky and dripping, beckoning him inside. She ached at the edges as he eased through her opening, stopping as her thighs clenched around him.
“Relax.” He breathed against her lips. “We can go slow.”
This was obviously not the first time he’d been with someone who wasn’t used to his size.
“I’m okay.” She nodded, kissing his lips softly as she angled herself toward him.
He returned to her lips, his mouth worshiping hers as he delved deeper into her depths. She moaned into his kiss, rolling her tongue over the roof of his mouth. Her arms slid around his shoulders. Her womb swayed against him as the well of her core opened, swallowing the length of his rod, undulating around him until his pelvis was flush against hers.
The breath caught in her chest as her entrance stretched to accept him. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure coursed through her foundation. A wave of bliss radiated outward to the tips of her fingers and toes, accentuating every movement and making her hyper-aware of every inch of him.
He thrusted against her as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs. As he fell into a rhythm, their bodies grew slippery with sweat, and she clung to him. She didn’t realize that her back was getting rubbed raw against the tree behind her. As he worked her into a frenzy, she ran her fingernails down his spine, which only encouraged him to go harder and faster.
Love is wild… it’s hungry. Vincent’s words lingered in her mind, repeating over and over again. Even if she refused to admit it to herself, she was waking to the fact that her soul was ravenous and had been all her life. Only now was that hunger being satiated, and she didn’t want it to end.
He exhaled a husky breath against the crook of her neck as he flexed inside her, throbbing and surging, sending sparks from her core down outward through her limbs. She let out a soft cry as she bit down on his shoulder. Their essences gushed together as she shuddered in his arms, and his hips slowed to a stop.
He withdrew, leaving her legs trembling as he set her down.
“Well, it looks like I beat the deadline on that portion of the agreement.” She panted, smoothing her dress back down over her legs as he buttoned his pants. Stroking her cheek, he lowered his lips to hers. Her body reacted immediately, reawakening at his touch. The sound of Finn clearing his throat almost made her jump out of her skin. She pulled the straps of her dress up onto her shoulders.
“S-sorry to interrupt.” Finn’s face was white as a sheet, and Jillian’s heart sank. “Vince, there’s something you guys need to see.”
Finn, Vincent, and Jillian crept along, as voices in the distance made them aware that they were not alone. Finn crouched, gesturing for them to get low, and they all dropped down to crawl on their bellies. Approaching a hill, they crawled to the edge of a steep drop-off to look over the ridge. A group of campers puttered around a half-finished campsite below. Vincent took a long inhale through his nose, and he and Finn exchanged a knowing look. Jillian didn’t ask questions but looked down, trying to glean what she could with her own senses. She counted three men and two women. Their clothes and hair were unkempt and worn. Holes perforated the frayed garments, and their faces and arms were smudged with dirt.
“What the fuck is this?” A tall, thin man with wild auburn hair and mutton chops yelled in a thick Southern accent, kicking over the pile of sticks.
