“I have never been so desperate for you,” he whispered against my lips. “I have missed you like crazy. I haven’t been able to think straight or sleep. I need you. I need you in my life.”
“I’m here,” I told him. I ran my hands through his hair. “I’m here for you. Always.”
He growled low in his throat before taking my mouth again. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly. I pushed back against him, trying to get closer. I couldn’t get close enough.
“This might be a little tricky,” he said with a small laugh.
“I think we’ll figure it out.”
“I know we will figure it out. There is no way I’m going to make it back to the car or to your place or my place. I have to have you. I need you. I’m so hard. I’m so on the edge.”
I looked around and came up with a plan. “Here,” I said and took his hand, leading him a little deeper into the trees. I dropped his hand and very slowly undid the button of his pants and slid the zipper down.
I reached for him, feeling the hard strength of him, and wrapped my hand around his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “It hurts so good.”
He was straining. I could feel the tension in his body. My instinct was to make him feel better. There was only one way to do that.
I quickly undid my shorts and slid them down my legs, leaving my shoes on. Next, I slid my panties and very carefully put them on my shorts. I wasn’t a big outdoors person, but I was not interested in whatever was on the ground making a nice bed for themselves in my panties.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “I need you. I’m sorry, but I need you so bad.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want this.”
It was sweet he was thinking about me and my modesty. I had no modesty in that moment. All I had was a desperate need to have him buried inside me. I slowly turned and placed my hands against the trunk of a very tall tree. I looked over my shoulder at him and gave my ass a wiggle.
It was the only encouragement he needed. He stepped forward, nudged my legs open with his knee, and slid his hand up the inside of my thigh. He found my heated center. I was already wet and aching for him when he rubbed his fingertip over me.
I jerked at the contact. “Yes, please,” I begged.
He dropped his hand, and a moment later, the head of his cock was probing at my entrance. With a little adjustment and me bending forward a bit with my hands braced on the tree, he found his way deep inside.
“This,” he breathed. “This is what I have craved. Your warmth squeezing me.”
I was caught up in the delight of being filled by him. I had convinced myself I would never experience him again. I was beyond thrilled he was back. I moved a little, adjusting him inside me. “I have dreamed of you every night.”
“This?” he asked as he stroked a hand down my spine. “Have you dreamed of me doing this to you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as fresh new shivers of desire coursed through my veins. “This. Over and over.”
“I love you,” he said again and began to move. His strokes were long and purposeful. The usual fury of our lovemaking was gone. It was as if we both recognized we had time. We didn’t have to be in a race. There would be a next time and a next time after that.
“I love you,” I told him, realizing I had yet to say the words. I knew I loved him and had known it for some time.
The moment I said it, his cock grew inside me. My body tightened around him, squeezing him. I imagined myself holding him in my arms, hugging him tight. He gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as my body responded to his.
“I’m going to make love to you all night,” he promised. “This is just the beginning. This is to tide me over until we get home. I want you in my bed. I want me inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my head dropping to my chest as he slid in and out of me. Every stroke touched new places. Every stroke sent my body into a wild tailspin of desire and need. “Please. Please. Don’t stop.”