‘What?’
‘It would be wine. I’d have.’
‘Ah yes, wine,’ he said, slipping just the tip of himself in me and staying that way. Stretching that ring of muscle, making my pussy want to draw him in and clamp down on him. Instead I tried to breathe and hold on. ‘And then, as I was saying, I’d find you there with your wine.’
A kiss on my belly as he curved his back. And yet he did not move his hips. He did not drive into me.
‘I’d find you with your wine and I’d do what I just did. Part those pretty white thighs and eat your pussy. Until you came. And then, pretty lady, I’d put myself between those thighs …’
Still he didn’t move. And I couldn’t breathe. My cunt clenched, trying to get more friction, failing.
‘And I’d fuck you until you said my name. More than once.’
‘Please,’ I said.
‘Please what?’
‘Please don’t torture me,’ I said with a laugh.
‘Like this?’ He slipped into me fully, filling and stretching me and finally, blissfully, kissing me. I grasped his face and let him bully my mouth with his even as he moved.
The porch groaned, some dead wood fell, my eyes flew open and I saw again the pinpoint dots of holes in the wood, backlit by the street lamps.
‘Shh,’ he said, gripping my hips hard and thrusting into me. ‘We’re fine. I promise.’
I wrapped my leg around his waist and tugged him to me even as he moved that way anyway. Long and thick, he touched nerve endings in me that were long dormant and very greedy. A thick rush of warm pleasure filled my pelvis and I groaned.
‘We won’t fall,’ he said.
‘It’s not that,’ I whispered, dragging my hands down his big arms, over his broad back, only to plunge them back into his short wheat-coloured hair.
‘Then what?
‘You’re big.’
He laughed.
‘And thick.’
This time he was silent and his breathing went harsh.
‘And perfect,’ I said.
John Frost thrust hard and his pelvic bone smacked my swollen clit and I came. I didn’t expect it, I was swimming in a viscous syrup of pleasure, but that extra startling stimulation drove me over the edge.
He stilled. ‘Christ.’
‘What? What?’ I babbled as my body continued to milk out every delicious drop of bliss.
‘I don’t want to come yet,’ he said, kissing my nipple, my collar bone, my chest. He stayed still, no doubt to stave off his orgasm.
I pushed my palms against the ice chest and he moved back when I tried to stand.
‘Where you going?’
‘Losing my mind.’ I leaned forward briefly, seeing the edges of the deck where the wood was the most shattered. The thin places that were the most dangerous. I licked the tip of his cock for a moment, just to hear him shift, just to hear him groan. ‘Come on,’ I said.
Was I really going to do this? Had I utterly lost my mind?
‘What is it they say about adrenalin and fucking?’ I asked myself more than John.
But he heard me and chuckled. ‘It’s not nearly as dangerous as you think it is.’
I put my hand on the railing, my body licked by cool night air. I pushed the old wood just enough that it rocked. It creaked and I whispered, ‘Really?’
‘Really. Wood and nails are sturdier fare than you think.’ He’d moved up behind me, pressing his cock to the split of my ass.
I hummed and arched back against him. ‘Do it,’ I said.
John chuckled, but a big possessive hand fanned my lower back, making my nipples grow harder still. He stroked the ladder of my spine, ticking off each vertebra with the tip of his fingers. ‘Are you sure about that, Maggie? You’re so scared you’re shaking and yet you want me to fuck you while you brace against it?’
‘I’ve been scared for ever. Part of dealing with it was buying this house and now part of it that I want is this … freedom. To be wild and alive and not afraid of falling.’
He pushed my thighs wider and slid the tip of his cock along me until he found my wet split. He held my hips as I gripped the railing, then thrust into me. My body rocked forward, pushing me onto my toes, forcing my weight forward so the railing groaned. I shivered but my pussy clenched up tight around him. So tight that he noticed. ‘Fuck,’ he growled.
I pushed back, ratcheting up the friction between us. Bracing myself with one hand, feeling the railing rock some but ignoring it even as the adrenalin spiked through me, I found my clit and started to rub. The grip of his hands on me, the cadence of his breath, all said he was close. And I was close, the fear as blissful as the pleasure.
John looped his big arm around my waist, bringing his body closer to me. His thrusts were deep and hard and when I rubbed my clit my body bloomed with heat and delight.
‘Hang on, boss lady,’ he growled and thrust harder. Once, fast and brutal.
I rocked against the railing and wood cracked dryly. Shards fell away and, seeing it all come undone, I came undone too. Coming hard, rippling around his still-driving cock. He laughed, but it was a wild laugh like one born of an adrenalin rush. Taking a step back from the edge as the far left corner of the rail toppled over, I heard it hit the yard below with a dull thud.
‘You’re a walk on the wild side,’ he said. ‘First you’re terrified … then you’re ready for cliff diving, so to speak.’
He pulled free of me and I turned, rushed at him, drove him back as I moved forward. When we hit the safety of the kitchen, I jumped against him hard and kissed him. We both went down in a heap on the old kitchen tiles. He grabbed my hair, looping his hand in a tangle of it, and hauled me in for another kiss.
‘That was … that was … wow!’ I laughed. My hand found his cock and I was stroking him again. He was growing hard already.
‘Yeah, imagine the things I’m going to do to you when that gypsy princess bed is out there.’
I straddled him and ground my wet pussy on his pubic bone. I felt the rise and press of his growing erection against the cleft of my ass. Adrenalin, apparently, did do amazing things for a body.
His hands slipped under my top and found my breasts. Pinching, kneading, squeezing me until I shut my eyes and let my head fall forward. ‘So …’ I said, trailing off.
He put his hand to my mouth and covered my lips. My pulse spiked when he did it. Just like the railing and the fucking on the dilapidated porch, it held the potential for danger. His hand was big, my mouth was small. He caught the look in my eye and moved his hand down to circle my neck. When he pressed his thumb and pinky to the pound of my pulse, I grew wetter.
‘So … I figure that this deck, this bed, this gypsy project should become my focus. My personal project.’
I rocked against him, watching those ice-blue eyes darken a shade with arousal.
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘And then when my crew leaves for the day maybe you could come check out my progress. Make sure it’s good.’ He squeezed my neck softly so that my head felt muffled and fuzzy for a split second. Then he released me and reeled me in with a lock of hair.
He kissed me, then waited for me to speak.
‘Yeah,’ I agreed. I found him with my hand and put him back to my wet entrance. Before