As we sat outside on the garden bench the heat of the August summer-sun was beating down fiercely on my face. It was our little paradise – no one could see us from where we were sat. We couldn't see anyone else either for that matter. We were content to just sit there with an iced drink and take in our last few moments together before I had to go. It would be the last we saw of each other for a while – as we both headed our separate ways to begin the final years of our respective degrees at different universities and I had a shift at work that I still had to shower and get ready for that started in two hours.
I sipped my drink as we chatted, conversation was easy after five years together, although throughout my mind kept drifting back to the night before, our last night together. For the first time since we had been together he had been really quite rough; pulling my hair, trapping my arms above my head and, to my surprise, I really enjoyed it. In fact, I'd go as far as to say it was the best sex I had ever had. Just thinking back to it made me blush and sent a shiver down my spine.
"Are you cold?" He asked, catching me off guard with his question. I hadn't realised he'd been watching me. I squeezed my legs together tighter in an attempt to block out the feeling of need that was beginning to pool between my legs. If I was getting this worked up having not had sex in 12 hours then how was I going to cope without it for a month?!
"In this heat?! No." I replied. God, these days I couldn't get enough sex. In fact I'm pretty sure twice a day, every day still wouldn't be enough for me and I don't think that's normal!
"Then why the shivering?" He retorted quizzically.
"Just... thinking about us... last night....." That last bit I added almost as a whisper, an afterthought, trailing off when I realised how much of a nympho I sounded. He'd always told me I had a dirty mind. My train of thought was brought off the rails when one of his hands came up to grasp hold of my chin, twisting it so that I was now looking into his eyes. They were ablaze with a mixture of lust and question. He knew I didn't really have time for this before I had to be in work but my god, we wanted each other so much, with an animal passion I'd never felt before.
My eyes, heart and now soaking wet pussy all betrayed my brain and within seconds his mouth was crashing down on mine. We were making out like we needed this connection with each other to be able to breathe. His tongue expertly coaxed its way into my mouth until our tongues were, together, dancing their own dance of passion. With the kissing and the heat of the afternoon sun my face was burning up, I knew he could feel it too beneath his hand which was still grasping onto my face, keeping me there in the moment with him.
He broke the kiss and I realised I was panting for breath; it felt like he was literally kissing the life out of me. Still dazed I sat there; lips tingling and bruised, eyes closed, trying to stem the flow of desire that was on the verge of washing over every inch of my body. I have to be in work in less than 2 hours, I scolded myself. But the next thing I knew I could feel the delicious cool of an ice cube circling my lips, the melt water forming refreshing rivulets that gathered together before running down my chin, only to be retrieved by the warm tongue of my boyfriend. The contrasting temperatures made me jump and gave me gooseflesh all down my arms, my nipples hardened in an instant.
There was no way I was leaving yet.
Then he began to run the ice cube over my burning cheeks, painting invisible warrior stripes before kissing them away. Next he dragged the ice cube across my forehead before making a path down my nose. He repeated this until small drops collected at the end of my nose, kissing them away he circled the cube around my lips once more before popping it through my slightly parted lips into my mouth before once again crashing down on my mouth. We passed the ice cube between us until there was nothing left, by which point we were mashing our lips, and tongues, together with renewed intensity.
His hand found my right breast and pulled and squeezed at it through the thin material of my crop top. It was the nipple I had recently had pierced and, Oh. My. God. It was so super sensitive, even through my clothes; I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as he played. With my left hand resting at the base of his neck, twisting in his luscious hair, my right was free to wonder. It made its way down to his thigh where I began my ministrations - squeezing, rubbing, running my nails over his material-clad thighs, reaching further and further up, teasing all the way. Eventually I reached the top of his thigh and found his already hard cock straining through the fabric of his cargo pants. I had to feel it although I felt that there may be no going back from here, work may well have to wait!
Massaging his shaft through his trousers he was busy extricating my boobs from my top. As soon as they felt the slight balmy afternoon breeze on them they hardened further, I knew the slightest touch to them and there was no way I was going home until I was finished here. He broke the kiss again, reaching into his glass for a second ice cube, bringing it back he circled my hardened nubs with it until I had gooseflesh and was shaking all over, not from the cold but from sheer sexual pleasure and the need for release. Whilst holding the cube to my nipple he made his way in a small nibbling/kissing motion around my collarbone, up my neck and to my earlobe. I was moaning with abandon now, I needed release and I needed it soon.
His breath tickled my ear as he laughed a soft laugh at how worked up I was getting, making my hair stand on end and my core clench in the most delicious way. He knows how much I love my ears and neck being kissed, licked and nibbled. The bite he gave to my earlobe whilst his breathing still tickled my inner ear almost made me come undone right then and there. I was writhing, panting and moaning and massaging his cock harder now, wanting to give him the pleasure he was giving me. He let the ice cube fall to the floor, his kisses returned southwards and in an instant he was licking and nibbling at my hard nipple, his hand trailing faster than ever up my thigh and under my skirt to my panties tracing the outline of my sopping folds through the thin lace. Dipping a finger around the edge of the lace he moaned, both with my rhythmic massage of his cock and at how wet I was down there.
Our moans were getting louder. For a split second I panicked. It occurred to me that we were outside, in his garden, in the middle of a suburbian housing estate – I'm pretty sure you can still get done for indecent exposure from your own garden and I'm sure the people who lived round here would love a bit of drama to spice up their day......but the pure ecstasy I felt and the fact I was almost certain we couldn't be seen made the doubt ebb. To hell with it, I don't think I'd have even cared if 100 people were watching at that moment; I was definitely in too deep!
He must have felt my panic as he pulled back, quickly rearranged my top then pulled me up by my arms. We fell into each other, enjoying reigniting the passionate kiss from this new position but he pulled into his arms and carried me swiftly indoors without even breaking lip contact his deliciously bulging biceps wrapped tightly around my waist and his erection grinding into my most delicate parts. As soon as the door shut behind us he let my body slide down his until my feet touched the floor, there were clothes flying everywhere.
I decided he must be desperately uncomfortable with such an impressive erection trapped under his shorts and undid the clasp, the weight of his wallet and phone in his pockets making them drop to the floor with little effort on either of our parts. I wrestled with my top and bra as he made light work of my summer skirt. Lifting his t-shirt over his head I kissed a trail up his chest as the new skin was uncovered to my lips. I could never tire of running my tongue and tongue stud over the chiselled definition of his six-pack abs nor the tribal tattoo that wound its way up his left hand side, over his shoulder and down the top portion of his left arm. I think he felt the same way too.
