bench and stepping back.
Brody sat up, looking pensive. Wondering if she was changing her mind?
No way.
She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and peeled it over her head, throwing it at him as she let the sun filtering down into the glade play over her bare skin.
Hannah had never been completely naked outside before, in a place where someone could see her. Granted, there wasn’t anyone here except for the horses, but who knew? Maybe someone would come looking for Brody or appear on the path, out for a walk.
Even if the risks were imagined, they still sent a thrill through her as she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her legs while watching Brody’s expression grow taut with desire.
His eyes took her in as if he’d never seen a naked woman before, and that egged her on. She turned around, facing the pond, slipping her panties down as she bent slowly to take them off, one foot then the other and then threw those back at him, too.
Primal female joy rose inside of her as the slight breeze teased her exposed skin. She lifted her face to the sky, imagining herself as some magical wood nymph. Brody cursed under his breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
Turning to face him, she smiled.
He didn’t make a move except to watch, his eyes devouring her. He was letting her call the shots.
So she did.
Crooking her finger, she beckoned him in a manner as old as the ages. He stood, walked to her, and she took the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, throwing it onto the bench with her clothes.
Then his jeans, boxer briefs, boots...until he was naked there with her. Gorgeous and male, every strong muscle and angle exposed to her touch. She took advantage of that, exploring him thoroughly in the dappled light, lips chasing fingers until he was hard, jutting against her, trembling.
She was, too.
But a bite of sharp reality cut through the diaphanous haze of her desire when she remembered they were away from the house, away from—
“Wait,” Brody said roughly, reading her thoughts.
He turned to the bench, fishing something out of his jeans, cursing a few times as his fingers, clumsy with need, fumbled and his wallet fell to the ground. Then he turned back to her with what she’d thought they were missing.
“Oh, yes,” she said with heartfelt gratitude.
She took the packet from him, covered him. He was familiar in her hands, and yet this all seemed new. Unknown.
That was the end of sanity for them both.
Hannah turned to face the pond, and Brody’s arms came around her from behind. His hands covered her breasts as he buried his face in her shoulder at the same time he planted his cock deep in her sex, making her gasp, her body reacting around his.
Brody moved in long, slow strokes, pushing her higher as she bent back to press her lips to his for a deep kiss.
Hannah could feel the pleasure coiling, ready to strike, and murmured to him to stop. He did, and she motioned him to the bench, to where he’d been sitting.
Hannah grabbed her jeans and his to cushion her knees from the stone surface of the bench, crawled up over him, planting her hands on the back of the sturdy seat and then took him, deep and sure.
This was
her
win. The first of many, she hoped, setting a pace and losing track of everything.
As he thrust up into her, their cries and moans merged with the breeze and quieted the songs of the birds and frogs for several long seconds until the only sound was their breathing, filling the glade with sweet gasps.
Hannah collapsed over him, spent and slick with sweat, muscles almost too lax to think of ever standing up again.
It had been too long. Far too long without this. Without Brody. Even though it wasn’t their first time together—far from it—it was different.
Because she’d gone for what she wanted. Accepted the dare and hadn’t looked back.
She was giddy, and she immediately wanted more.
“I should have dared you more often,” Brody said, finally finding his
Brody sat up, looking pensive. Wondering if she was changing her mind?
No way.
She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and peeled it over her head, throwing it at him as she let the sun filtering down into the glade play over her bare skin.
Hannah had never been completely naked outside before, in a place where someone could see her. Granted, there wasn’t anyone here except for the horses, but who knew? Maybe someone would come looking for Brody or appear on the path, out for a walk.
Even if the risks were imagined, they still sent a thrill through her as she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her legs while watching Brody’s expression grow taut with desire.
His eyes took her in as if he’d never seen a naked woman before, and that egged her on. She turned around, facing the pond, slipping her panties down as she bent slowly to take them off, one foot then the other and then threw those back at him, too.
Primal female joy rose inside of her as the slight breeze teased her exposed skin. She lifted her face to the sky, imagining herself as some magical wood nymph. Brody cursed under his breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
Turning to face him, she smiled.
He didn’t make a move except to watch, his eyes devouring her. He was letting her call the shots.
So she did.
Crooking her finger, she beckoned him in a manner as old as the ages. He stood, walked to her, and she took the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, throwing it onto the bench with her clothes.
Then his jeans, boxer briefs, boots...until he was naked there with her. Gorgeous and male, every strong muscle and angle exposed to her touch. She took advantage of that, exploring him thoroughly in the dappled light, lips chasing fingers until he was hard, jutting against her, trembling.
She was, too.
But a bite of sharp reality cut through the diaphanous haze of her desire when she remembered they were away from the house, away from—
“Wait,” Brody said roughly, reading her thoughts.
He turned to the bench, fishing something out of his jeans, cursing a few times as his fingers, clumsy with need, fumbled and his wallet fell to the ground. Then he turned back to her with what she’d thought they were missing.
“Oh, yes,” she said with heartfelt gratitude.
She took the packet from him, covered him. He was familiar in her hands, and yet this all seemed new. Unknown.
That was the end of sanity for them both.
Hannah turned to face the pond, and Brody’s arms came around her from behind. His hands covered her breasts as he buried his face in her shoulder at the same time he planted his cock deep in her sex, making her gasp, her body reacting around his.
Brody moved in long, slow strokes, pushing her higher as she bent back to press her lips to his for a deep kiss.
Hannah could feel the pleasure coiling, ready to strike, and murmured to him to stop. He did, and she motioned him to the bench, to where he’d been sitting.
Hannah grabbed her jeans and his to cushion her knees from the stone surface of the bench, crawled up over him, planting her hands on the back of the sturdy seat and then took him, deep and sure.
This was
her
win. The first of many, she hoped, setting a pace and losing track of everything.
As he thrust up into her, their cries and moans merged with the breeze and quieted the songs of the birds and frogs for several long seconds until the only sound was their breathing, filling the glade with sweet gasps.
Hannah collapsed over him, spent and slick with sweat, muscles almost too lax to think of ever standing up again.
It had been too long. Far too long without this. Without Brody. Even though it wasn’t their first time together—far from it—it was different.
Because she’d gone for what she wanted. Accepted the dare and hadn’t looked back.
She was giddy, and she immediately wanted more.
“I should have dared you more often,” Brody said, finally finding his
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