“Yes. Where to, Ella?” Ella lifts on tip toes, brushing all of herself against me as her mouth answers against my ear.
“The park.” Can't believe it—took the words right out of my fucking mouth.
I don't wait. I don't think. I just toss some cash on the table, take her hand and rush from the coffee shop. Its four blocks to the park. Once we reach the edge, I slow. Ella giggles before taking the lead through a footpath I often take during my own walks. We end up on a low hill, surrounded on one side by the forest and everywhere else by massive boulders.
Pressing into the darkness, I pin her to a smooth rounded boulder that seems made to fit her body. Framing her face in my hands, I crash my mouth into hers, swallowing her moan because it's all fucking mine. Frantic hands tangle in her thick hair, tugging her head back as I work my mouth towards her neck.
“Knox....I... don't....” I don't care about who she was before this moment. Who I was. Neither of those people even exists after this moment.
“Hush now, beautiful,” I break away to let us both breathe, locking gazes with her, “Let it be however it's going to be, Ella. Can't stop thinking about you. Losing my phone was a twist of beautiful fate.” Ella giggles, wriggling beneath me as if reminding me of where fate led us right now.
Taking her hint, I drop my head to work my mouth against her neck, tonguing the hollow of her throat. Even in the dark corner of the park, I see freckles. I trace them with my tongue, grunting as her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close, urging me on. Asking for more.
Her skin is buttery soft and sweet as sugar. I skim my hands up her sides and over her back, I realizing she is braless.Fuck.Makes me wonder if she's wearing panties. I drop a hand between her thighs, spreading them with a gentle shove before walking my fingers up the inside of one. Jesus Christ.
“Holy hell, Ella....this all for me, beautiful?” I swipe two fingers through honey coated folds, my cock aching as she bellows a moan.
“Yes. All you....wait. Wait.” Ella gasps as I disobey her, pushing knuckle deep, grunting as she sucks at me greedily. I don't move. Don't breathe. Just wait. Feeling her tightness draw me deeper, begging for more.
“Waiting, beautiful.” I am. As best I can, at least. I press into her softness, fingers still inside her, feeling her pulse as she bucks slightly.
“I don't ever.... it's been so....I want to let you take me right here and right now. Because you are beautiful and charming. With quite possibly the most gorgeous cock in all of humanity. I am not that girl. Hard sell with you feeling what kind of girl I am from theinside.” I laugh. I can't help it.
Without a doubt I know it's true. Besides half a dozen mildly flirtatious texts in the last twenty-four hours, we don't know a thing about one another. And yet, I know Ella is not a woman who lets a stranger take her in the park. She wants to let me though.
Smirking at her compliment about my cock, I realize something. Not-that-girl Ella got into my phone deep enough to hit pay dirt. My filthy selfies got her hot. I want to know how hot.
“Seen my cock, beautiful,” I watch her flush in the late afternoon sun, eyes darting away, “Photos barely do it justice. Think you ought to experience it live and in the flesh.” I pump my fingers twice, watching her bite her lip as she shudders.
“Oh, fuck. I want to. I do. I don't doubt for a second it might be life altering...I just don't...I don't know how....” Ella sighs, softening a little.
Changing my touch between her legs, I press the flat of my fingers to her clit, rubbing slow, hard. Spreading her wetness over the aching numb pulsing beneath my touch. I want her so bad my cock aches. Pushing at my zipper, he wants to alter the fuck out of her life right now.
Problem is, I suddenly want more than a moment in the park.
I don'tdate. Don't take romantic strolls or sit down to decadent meals in order to get laid. I just get laid. Make a call, go to one of the hotels—I never go to their place or bring them to mine—and get fucking laid. However I want it that night, with whoever I want that night.
Got a good thing going with the women I deal with now.Deal with. Sounds crass, I suppose. It is what it is. Don't want to be tied down, don't want more than one night at a time, and don’t want to risk some needy or greedy woman wrecking the life I busted my ass to build.
Standing there in the warm glow of the afternoon, watching beautiful Ella flush beneath my touch, I want more. Walks, dinners, her in my bed at my place, her clothes on my floor, the melody of her too-many bracelets filling my space. I want that kind of more. Which is fucking impossible.
“Much as I want to alter your life, beautiful, afraid I am not much good after. Just one night is what I have to offer. Not good enough for you, Ella.” Still touching her intimately, I can't stop until I get what I came for. Not the phone. Her pleasure. Need to see it once.
“Not even....oh, Christ.” Ella's eyes roll back as two fingers push back inside her tightness. Twisting them until I find just what I'm looking for, I lower my head to take her mouth.
It's just moments of me kissing her deep and sweet, as if savoring the taste of her, before...there it is. I watch it in rapt fascination. Ella's hair spreads out on the boulder I bent her over, her entire body shuddering as a shimmer of pink sweeps over her. Head tipped back, a smile blends with a soft sound of pleasure as she comes. Fuck me, it’s the most beautiful fucking orgasm I have ever witnessed.
Ella's eyes lock on mine as a second orgasm rolls through her. I can't look away. Don't want to. I want to remember every detail. From the skin glistening at her neck as it works with her moans, the way her freckles between her tits glow amber beneath pink pleasure. How those eyes light with a fire so hot it singes me through. I drop to take her mouth once more, uncertain I can possibly consider walking away from her.
But, I do.
We kiss for a lot longer. I lick her sticky syrup from my fingers, my cock weeping at the salty sweetness. I cradle her to me in an embrace more intimate than I think I've ever shared with a woman. But, it's me who breaks away. Me who says nothing more, offers no strolls through parks or dinners together. Me who refuses to promise something I know I won't do.
Ella smiles softly, sadly, pushing up on her toes to lick my mouth in the single most erotic goodbye of my life.
“Goodbye, Good Sir.” Fuck. My cock punches at my zipper as I feel a cold weight pressed into my hand.
I don't watch her go. Terrified I might try to stop her.
Instead, I linger, wondering how often Ella comes here. How often she sits here in the darkness and watches the starts light up the sky.
Keeps me from wondering why I want more than just one night when I know damn well I can't have it.
