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(Ziti)
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UNSURE WHAT HE WAS offering, Ziti scoured her thoughts and her heart one last time before she answered. “I think that would be great. It has been so far.” She smiled up at him.
His arm was heavy on her shoulders, but it was a good kind of heavy. A solid kind of heavy. She wrapped her arm around his waist but as they walked, she found it was far more comfortable if she slid her thumb into his back pocket. He didn’t protest when her hand touched his fabulous ass, either.
“What I want to show you is right over there.” He pointed to a house set back a ways into a cove surrounded by large rocks and massive trees.
“That’s beautiful. It looks like a painting. Who does it belong to?” She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice—she’d thought he had been offering something of a more sexual nature, but the house was good; well, it was okay. She probably shouldn’t sleep with him, anyway. Who could tell about their feelings the morning after a tumble with someone like him?
“Hmm. You know, I think we should go find out.” He started walking determinedly toward that house.
“What? No! We can’t just walk up and knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night, Luke.” She was suddenly horrified. Who would do such a thing? Certainly not her.
“It’s okay, I promise.” He pulled her along. “It’s perfectly safe. You have my personal guarantee on that.”
Nervously, she walked with him. Then, as they neared, he pulled keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her. “Care to take a look around?”
Her laugh burst forth before she could stop it. “Seriously? You ass; you were really making me scared for a minute there. Is this yours?” They stepped onto the little walkway and headed for the door.
“Sure is. Built it myself four years ago.” He unlocked the door but stopped her from crossing the threshold.
“What is it, Luke?” Fear jolted her again; just a stab through her body when his arm blocked the doorway.
“Do you like me enough to walk inside with me so trustingly?” His expression had turned into something different, something tense and hot.
That’s exactly why she’d started headlong through that doorway. She wanted him to tear her clothes off and fuck her until all her doubts and fears fell away. She was tired of being scared, being timid, and acting demure and dull. If anyone could get her out of her shell, it was Luke.
Her voice shook. “Yes.” She looked down quickly. Was that the right choice? Did he just want a one-night stand? Did he possibly have his sights set on more? Would he turn into an obsessive, abusive maniac afterward? She had to at least try life again. It might as well be with Mr. Hot.
Luke lifted her face to his and she didn’t pull back as he leaned in to kiss her long and passionately, his tongue flicking across her lips and tangling with her own tongue at first briefly and then much longer.
She moaned as his hand slid from her waist to her ass and he squeezed, pressing her full against him and his obvious desire. His hardness made her wet. That he wanted her that way was all the justification she needed for the night.
Soon, they were pulling at one another’s clothes and their own clothes, in a frenzy to be naked. The front door stood open, but they never made it inside.
Between the super-heated kisses and their roaming, grasping, clutching hands, Luke said, “Touch me. I want you right here under the stars.” He pushed her hand onto his erection and moaned loudly as she gripped him.
He’ll rip me apart with that thing!
Regardless, as he slid his hand between her thighs and his fingers touched her in that most sensitive place, she stroked him, wanting him inside her more with every thrust of his fingers. She climaxed as he fingered her there on the porch. His cock swelled to even greater hardness and girth in her hand as her pussy gripped at his thrusting fingers. As her climax ended, he pressed her down and laid her back on the porch, spreading her legs.
At first, he didn’t penetrate her, only worshipped her breasts until she was nearly screaming with the pleasure. Each flick of his tongue, each nip of his teeth made her want to orgasm again and she writhed under him, arching her back and rubbing her wetness against his throbbing cock.
Leaning back on his knees, he rubbed his cockhead against her clit until she was ready to climax again and then he gently penetrated her wet, hot, softness with such skill that her whole body felt it. He cupped her ass and lifted her hips toward his thrusts, delving deeper with each forward motion.
They came together under the stars and lay exhausted and sweaty in the moonlight, listening to the call of owls in the distance.
She rolled to him and said, “You were right, Luke.” She grinned playfully at him. He was beautiful lying there, the moonlight shimmering off his sweat-glazed chest and shoulders.
“I was right about what, Ziti?” His breath was still labored, and she giggled.
“It was definitely worth the walk. That’s the best payout at the end of a hike I’ve ever had.”
They both laughed and fell into a comfortable silence as they lay on their backs, watching the stars.
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