Page 53 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

Giggling and squirming, we make a sticky mess. We’re covered in lemon-goop from our hair to our chests and have pastry in places it should never be.

Delilah bucks her hips into mine to lift me off and lets out a sharp gasp.

My fucking traitor of a dick’s hard and pressing into the thin fabric of her dress, most of which has risen over her hips.

I freeze. What do I do? Roll her off me and pretend it didn’t happen? Deny that my hard cock wants to press deeper into the juncture of her thighs?

Instead of doing anything sensible, my body takes the wheel, and I roll my hips in to her, dragging my erection along her seam. Her pupils blow out and my dick twitches. Did she like that? She doesn’t want me like that—does she?

I’m still holding her hands captive above her head, so I take the opportunity to take in her heaving chest. The lace of her bra is peeking out from the neckline of her dress, askew from our wrestling match.

Her hot cunt rolls against my dick, and I see stars. She’s dry humping me back.

I meet her eyes and find pure desire. I must’ve lost my goddamn mind because instead of ending this before it goes too far, I dip my head and lick a path from her tits to her neck, sending a full-body tremor through her.

Something inside me snaps—something that’s been drawn too tight for too long. And I take and take.

I release her hands and plant mine on the ground for better leverage as I pump my hips into her relentlessly. Her hips roll beneath me, hands frantically clutching at my shirt.

For a moment, I think I’ve died, and this is my reward in heaven for living a good life. But even heaven wouldn’t be as divine as Delilah’s hot pussy dry fucking me.

“Co…nnor. Oh my god. Don’t…stop.” She moans between pulses of pleasure.

Fuuuuuck, I’ve never heard anything sexier. My girl, the one I’ve always wanted, but thought I’d never have, is begging me to make her come.

I hope this isn’t a one time “let’s forget it happened” thing like the two times in our lives we’ve kissed. But if it is, I’m going to make the most of it.

I’m afraid I’ll ruin everything if I open my mouth, so I tease kisses and licks across her neck and chest. I can’t cross any more invisible lines tonight, so I stop myself from pulling down her bra cup and sucking her tits into my mouth.

Over the clothes, no kissing on the mouth is working for her, so that’s what I do.

Nothing’s ever felt better than this. I’ve never been so turned on and I know it’s because of the woman moaning beneath me. It’s always been her.

“Please, please Connor. I’m so close.”

Her sweet begging is my undoing, and I rut into her like an animal, triggering a body shaking orgasm from her, unintelligible moans falling from her lips.

“Fuuuuuck! Baby, you feel too fucking good.” I can’t keep it in.

It’s all too much, feels too incredible, and before I can back off, pure, blinding pleasure overwhelms my entire body, and I come in my jeans.

Hot spurts of cum are trapped by my boxer briefs, and my continued humping smears it everywhere. I don’t give a damn because that was hands down the best orgasm of my life.

Our movements slow and I rest the weight of my lower half between her spread legs, taking a moment to catch my breath.

Feet stomping through the woods get me up off Delilah in an instant, and I do my best to help straighten her dress and hair. Thankfully, the intense blush on her face is obscured by the dark and lemon pie filling.

The group filters back in, all laughter and shit talking. Izzy tosses Delilah a pack of wet wipes and a sweatshirt.

“Figured you might want to clean up,” Izzy says.

Delilah and I don’t look at each other for the rest of the night.

Back at the apartment, we take turns showering and silently get ready for bed. I can’t have her pull away from me after what we did. So when she crawls into bed, I extend my arm, offering her my shoulder as a pillow.

I might die if she rejects me. There isn’t a world where I make her come and we go back to being just friends. But tonight isn’t the time to make life changing decisions.

I’ve never been more relieved than when she snuggles into my side and relaxes into me.