Free Tryst by Arie Lane

take a direct hit. However, for some oddly morbid fucking reason I'm willing to chance it, even knowing the damage my little Spitfire can do.
    I lean myself in a bit closer, rubbing the tip of my nose across her neck, and breathing in a scent so intoxicating I damn near went insane without it. As I move back just enough to watch her, I can feel her breathing growing erratic and her heart pound to an unhealthy beat. I know I'm a sick fuck for being thrilled at her response, but truth be told a part of me is truly hoping that maybe, just maybe, it's more in anticipation than fear. Since her body has gone board stiff, I decide to take a chance that maybe she won’t run. Easing one of my hands away from her hips I brush a piece of hair away from her deer in the headlight eyes, and use my fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. Brushing the back of my hand against her cheek, I move to cup the back of her neck. I watch for any hint of reaction as I descend slowly to her lips, watching her eyes flutter closed before I close my own.
    I try to be gentle as I bring my lips against hers, trying hard to make this kiss a bit more pleasant than our first, but desperately wanting to crush them against her, claiming her mouth as my own. I skim my lips against hers again lingering in their soft warmth, and slowly run my tongue across her bottom lip. A slight breath escapes the small parting between her lips, and I tilt my head a bit more, gaining more access. Teasing her lips, I'm begging for them to respond back. I take her bottom lip gently between my own and suck on it while continuing to run my tongue back and forth. I was rewarded with the sweetest fucking sound I'd ever heard, a moan that sounded like pure sexual bliss.
    In this moment, I feel her giving in. Her fingers lace through the belt loops of my jeans and pull me even closer. I'm pleading with my mind to slow the fuck down as it starts playing out every sexual fantasy that has tortured me this past week. I pray the rock hard erection playing a game of peek-a-boo with her stomach doesn't disgust her. I slow my kisses, waiting on baited breath to see how she reacts. When her fingers slowly pull away I brace myself for her rejection. Instead, her fingers slowly climb over my abs, feeling their own away around before moving further up and fanning out across my chest, brushing their way over my shoulders before making their way home, lacing themselves around my neck. I let my impatience take control and crush my lips against hers, begging for entry. I feel like a kid on Christmas when she obliges, and now it's my turn to moan as I suck on her sweet as sin tongue. I swear it tastes like honey and cinnamon.
    Right then, my cock decides to remind me how painfully hard my little tease is making me. I doubt I could possibly get any harder, but she blows that conclusion right out of the fucking water when she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and alternates between sucking on it and licking back and forth across it. I swear it has to be the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, and fuck if I don't want every ounce of passion this woman has.
    I roll my eyes internally at the thought... passion , great she's got me thinking like a fucking pansy. Well fuck me, because if being a pansy means getting to play out every wicked desire warped in my mind, then I'll play the part of her sap for the time being. Don't get me wrong; as much as I enjoy this game of tongue tag, I have no intentions of my dick sitting the game out. I'm not a fucking idiot, though. I know Bentley isn't some easy lay. But I am an asshole, and it makes me happy as a pig in shit knowing no one else has been where I intend to thoroughly fuck. It also makes me quite happy to know I plan to enjoy every second it takes to get to that point, and every moment during.
    I try stopping my thoughts in their tracks. The idea of making my little Spitfire scream out my name while I fuck her brings me back to a painful