Free Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) by Elodie Parkes Page A

meaning it to hurt, but her urgent need for his cock pounding into her and soothing the ache of need, drove her. She unbuckled his belt and yanked down the zip of his black jeans.
    Chris held her head to his, kissing her, groaning, biting in gentle nips at her lips, and thrusting his tongue along hers.
    The effect was devastatingly sexy.
    Emily thrust her hips helplessly with every clench in her pussy. She grabbed his cock as she revealed it, broke from his kiss, and dropped to her knees. She sucked on his cock hungrily, kissed around the velvet head, sucked again.
    Chris’s voice reached her through a blanket of pure lust.
    “Emily.” He held handfuls of her hair and raised her up to stand before him. He turned her in his arms, and pulled the zip of her dress down. He unclasped her bra before he turned her again to push the dress and bra off her.
    The night air brushed her sensitive nipples. A smell of spruce wafted in on the warm breeze from the huge tree nearby. She leaned back in Chris’s arms as he clasped her around the waist. His cock was hard against her soft ass. She pressed back on him. The idea she could bend, hold the balcony rail, and have him fuck her there, hard, fast, and hot, from behind, sent tremors down her lower stomach.
    She turned her face for a kiss.
    He held her throat with gentle teasing fingers and kissed her mouth.
    Emily reached behind her and tried to ease his jeans further down his thighs. She whispered her need to him as he let her breathe. “Chris, fuck me now, here against the rail. I need you so badly I can’t take it anymore.”
    He gasped against her lips. He let go of her, pulled her panties down to her knees, and kissed the curve of her hips.
    Emily felt him tear his jeans down his thighs he was so close, and then he was bending her forward. He held her under her stomach with one hand and slid fingers into her pussy with the other.
    The relief at having his fingers in her was overwhelming. Her breath left her in a whoosh. She pushed back on them with a deep sigh, but he was pulling out his fingers. It wrenched a groan of disappointment from her. His cock hovered at the entrance of her pussy, and then he was thrusting in. Delicious filling and stretching forced long appreciative moans from her. She needed release so badly she almost begged him to pound into her.
    Chris reached down to press a fingertip on her clit as he thrust.
    The sensation was exotic. Her legs were weak. Her cream ran down around the tops of her inner thighs. The breeze caressed her nipples. Low moans Chris uttered sent her reeling. She closed her eyes and let raw lust seep over her.
    Chris thrust hard and fast, filling her pussy over and over, his fingertips pressing, pinching, and circling her clit.
    The orgasm knocked the breath from her when it stormed through her. She already held the balcony rail, and now she hung onto it, her head thrown back as she gasped and moaned.
    Chris grasped her hips. It lifted her to his orgasmic thrust. He groaned, too. Groaned and sighed and held her hard onto his cock.
    He stilled and pulled her up to clasp her against his body. He kissed the back of her neck, nestled there before he whispered, “Emily, I’m falling in love with you.” He cupped a breast in his hand and tightened his arm that was around her waist.
    Emily was awash with love and sex. The feel of his stomach muscles on her lower back, and the muscles in his arm around her was erotic. His cock pulsed in her pussy. She turned her face yearning for his kiss. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”
    He pulled out of her with a slow, gentle slide, and brought her to face him.
    His kiss sent her mind spinning it was so full of love. She’d never felt anything like it.
    They held each other wrapped together in the satin night air.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Slowly, Chris brought his hands up to Emily’s face. He carefully looked into her eyes. Does she mean it? I need her love so badly. I need my searing loneliness