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"Yes," he murmured. "Just like that."
I worked my hands inside and felt his skin there for the first time. The head was smooth and pulled taut. The rest of it was less smooth and shockingly hard. I gripped it with both hands and did my best to rub them up and down in the confined space.
"I'm about to be real embarrassed." His deep voice scratched out in the dark.
"Why?" I could barely breathe. My body was tingling everywhere, my stomach flipping, wetness collecting between my legs.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck and mumbled against my skin. "I'm so fucking hot for you, I'm gonna come from your sweet little hands on me."
"Oh."
I tried to pull them away, but he held me there. "Don't you dare stop. Waited forever for this."
I doubled my efforts, jacking his dick up and down and watching his reaction. He growled and tore frantically at my dress, ripping my breast free, exposing it to the cool night air.His other hand hiked the skirt up over my hips. The fierce look of determination on his face was pure adrenaline fueled by animalistic hunger.
His fingers deftly rolled my nipple as he pushed my legs apart with his knee. I didn't even realize I'd been clenching my thighs so hard. His other hand cupped me between my legs, his fingertips pressing into my wet panties.
"Fuck." His hips began to move, jutting up into my hands in an erotic dance. Everything felt heightened and intense, and I gasped as he moved my panties aside.
The driving thrusts of his hips smashed my hands between us, and his cock rubbed between my legs. He grabbed hold of my hand and guided the tip just deep enough to coat it in my wetness. Then he pulled it back and rubbed it on my clit. I gasped when I realized what he was doing.
His cock rocked and rolled on my most sensitive spot, precise movements that sent huge lightning bolts racing through my body. His expert hands were working magic, and we were flying high above the clouds. It was purposeful and urgent and terrifying because I didn't know how long it would last, where we would land, and if anyone would catch us.
"Don't let go," he said, but I didn't have a choice. I was holding onto him like his dick was a pommel of a saddle and I was about to fall off a bucking bronco.
A tightening deep in my core rose up and rushed through me, pushing my breath out in short whimpers. I cried out his name as I exploded on his fingers.
"Yeah, baby." His words of encouragement rolled through me and he stopped moving everything and just heldme in place, watching me, holding me suspended like I was floating in a dream.
He started to move again, more frantic, less focused. His hips stuttered, his breathing rough, and I raised my head in time to see his mouth open. He moaned a long, mournful sound as his neck bent, and I could see him going over the cliff as he exhaled. Something hot and wet spurted over my hands. He arched forward, still somehow supporting me against the wall even though he was clearly in the throes of an orgasm.
I waited to see what he would do. When he recovered, he bent down and started kissing me. Hungry, eager kisses that slowed to more languid. There were a lot of words in his kiss that he didn't say, but I felt like I heard him. He was saying thank you, he loved it, he appreciated me, he respected me. It wasn't just cheap kisses for a stranger, it was warm and affectionate and felt like it could even be laced with love.
Mag said he didn't feel emotion, but we connected deeply in that moment.
"That wasn't torture," I whispered.
"For you, maybe not. For me, torture not to fuck you." He released all the tension in our hands and bent down to remove the handkerchief from his coat pocket. He started wiping my hands and dress.
"You want to?" I asked him.
He looked into my eyes. "Obviously, but virgin, so no."
"What if I don't want to be one anymore?"
He paused. "You want to give that to me?"
I nodded. "I think it would be incredible with you. It doesn't have to mean anything."
He stared at me a long time with half-lidded eyes. "What am I going to do with you, Rebel?" He grinned and shook his head slowly.
I laughed and straightened my dress. Luckily, he didn't tear it and I was able to cover everything up.
He finished buttoning his pants and said, "Let's go before we get arrested."
He kissed me again, and his hand supported my weight as I awkwardly stumbled down to the path. He was still chuckling as we hiked back up to the grounds of the observatory and picked up my shoes.
"Come to New Orleans with me," he said like he'd just thought of this idea.
