Ice sank down on the bench, pulling her down beside him. The moment she sat, his arms went around her and he was kissing her. Transporting her. No matter how many times he kissed her, each time was that fiery slide into another world. She gave herself up to it, to him. He tasted hot, masculine, everything she wanted or needed.
“I want your cock,” she whispered into his mouth. “I’ve wanted it all evening.”
“Gotta earn it, baby,” he whispered back, his teeth nipping her chin and following the line of her throat to the edging of lace around her tank.
Excitement welled up. “Tell me what I have to do,” she said, throwing her head back, pushing her breasts out for him to have better access. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“You know I like you naked. I want to see your tits and ass, princess.” He sprawled out on the bench, legs in front of him, leaning against the backrest, eyes half closed. Watching her. Making her shiver with that look on his face.
She loved it when he talked like that. She knew the sex was going to be explosive. She didn’t hesitate. There was no reason to. They were a good distance from the others, out in the middle of the field. She could hear the laughter and the music. Several women were naked, dancing or fucking. No one paid that much attention. If they did, it was only to get off themselves, and she never had a problem with anyone seeing her worshipping her man. It was hot. Exciting. And she knew it aroused him just as unbelievably as it did her.
She took her tank off and faced him as she removed her bra, spilling her breasts out into the open. Instantly, the cold air had her nipples stiff and hard. He beckoned her closer and she stepped between his spread thighs and leaned down, her hands cupping her breasts to offer them to him.
Ice loved how she looked, bent over, her tits soft and round and so inviting. He waited a few heartbeats so that image would forever stay in his mind and then he leaned forward to take her left nipple into his mouth, his hand playing with the other one. He wasn’t gentle. He used his teeth and tongue ruthlessly, sucking hard and then switching to the other tit. He marked them both as he reached for the waistband of her jeans, opening the front.
“Take them off.” He settled back in his seat to watch her shimmy the denim over her hips and down her legs.
She’d kicked off her pull-on boots, the ones she wore often just in case he suddenly had the mad desire to bend her over his bike and wanted her naked just like this. Several times, when they were riding in the woods with only a couple of the others, he would feel like he was going to explode, and he’d stop. She never said no. Not one time. He loved that about her.
When she was naked, he beckoned her to him again. Soleil came close and he lifted his boot. She immediately crouched down and removed it for him. He held up the other one, and she did the same. Then he stood. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the bench. When she got his jeans off, he sank back down and then patted his lap. “Lie over me, facedown.”
For the first time she looked a little nervous, and he fucking loved that look, he loved that she still did what he said. He rubbed her beautiful, firm cheeks. “I love your ass.” He kept rubbing. “Do you remember the other morning when you started in on the money thing again and I had to shut you up by shoving my cock down your throat?”
“Yes.”
He was very pleased that she sounded excited. “You thought you were going to get away with it because a couple of the brothers were over for breakfast, didn’t you?”
There was the briefest of hesitations. He knew she didn’t like the fact that they never used her money. If she wanted anything, they used his. He liked it that way. He didn’t want her ever to think that he was using her for her money, like everyone else in her life had done. Their marriage had never been about that. He gave her a little experimental swat. “Answer me, Soleil.”
“Yes.”
Now she was squirming. He kept rubbing more heat into her rosy cheeks. He had his jeans right next to his hand. He pulled out the little items he’d prepared. “I told you to crawl under the table and suck me off, didn’t I, baby? I think you liked that just a little too much and maybe you didn’t learn your lesson. In fact, I think you bring up money now, just so you can have my cock down your throat.”
She didn’t respond. He stopped all movement. “Princess? Is that true? Do you do that?”
She squirmed. “Yes.” The admission was low. “I love waking you up in the morning, but sometimes that’s just not enough for me, especially if you wake me up first.”
“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you? Especially bringing it up when someone’s around. You like showing off, letting them see how good you are at taking care of me. Blowing me is supposed to be about me, not you showing off your skills.” He smacked her hard.
She jumped and turned her head to glare at him. “It’s always about you. I can’t have your cock in my mouth without only thinking about making you feel good.”
He rubbed his handprint, spreading the heat, hearing the truth in her voice, and then pushed his hand against her slick entrance, collecting the liquid. He painted it between her cheeks, over and over, and then began to push into the little star there. She gasped and wiggled but he was relentless, burying his finger to the knuckle and then deeper.
“I decided a very hard spanking might be in order, but you like them too much, don’t you? You like anything I do to you.”
“Yes.” She hissed it as he pushed his finger in and out of her as if he were fucking her.
“I know you do. You like it hot, don’t you? You’re going to love this. You’re going to be so hot for me you’ll want to do anything at all. This one’s new for you, princess, but I know you’re going to love it.”
“What did you do?” There was suspicion in her voice, but excitement too.
He held the glass penis in front of her. “It’s nicely coated in chilled ginger. When I spank your little ass and you clench, you’re going to burn so good, honey. I’m going to paint your little clit with this juice, and you’re going to be so fuckin’ horny you’ll be begging for my cock.”
He began to slowly insert the glass plug between her cheeks. She gasped and squirmed more. Just the sight of it disappearing all the way to the flared end sent his cock into overdrive. He wanted to fuck her with that erotic image in front of him.
“Tell me what that feels like,” he instructed, going back to rubbing her cheeks.
“Warm. It’s getting warmer.” There was a little hitch in her voice.
“Good.” Without warning his hand came down on her left cheek hard.
She yelped and clenched her ass, just as he knew she would. She gasped and blew out, forcing her body to relax.