Free Fire and Rain, Season 2, Episode 5 (Rising Storm) by R.K. Lilley

pleasure chills across her skin. She could feel how aroused he was as she moved against him and it was intoxicating to rub their bodies together, but she quickly wanted more. More contact, more sensation.
    He seemed to be of the opposite mindset as he suddenly wrenched his mouth away. “We need to slow this down. If we go much further, I’m not sure how I’ll stop.”
    She didn’t want to stop, she decided impulsively. No. She couldn’t stand for it to stop.
    “So don’t.”
    He looked as confused as he did aroused. “What?”
    “Don’t stop.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Here?”
    She didn’t care where they were, only that they were alone, which was a too-rare occurrence. “Yes,” she breathed.
    With a moan, he took her mouth again, his drugging kisses longer, deeper, their mouths grinding together as his lips consumed hers.
    She couldn’t catch her breath. She loved kissing him, but something about the contact had changed when she’d told him not to stop.
    His hands moved over her body with a new possessive intensity. His every touch seemed more desperate than it had before, every contact bolder with promise.
    He cupped her bottom with both hands, fitting her sex closer to his hardness, and she moaned into his mouth as his hips moved to grind her against the jutting pressure of his hard-on.
    She was flushed, every part of her body throbbing.
    “I have a blanket,” he groaned into her lips.
    She came out of her lustful stupor enough to try to decipher his words. “What?”
    “Behind your seat. There’s a blanket. We could get in the back seat? It’s less cramped.”
    She agreed eagerly.
    He spread a blanket out over the seats and laid her back tenderly. “Is this all right?” he asked her softly.
    She nodded. It wasn’t comfortable exactly, but it was pleasant enough for her, though she did feel sorry for him as he filled the small space.
    He didn’t seem to notice, too intently focused on her . A shiver rocked through her body as he raised her skirt, spread her thighs, and settled his hips heavily between.
    The sun had completely set, but the moon and stars were bright enough on their own in the beautiful Texas night sky. She could still make out enough of him in the dimness to decipher his face moving closer to hers.
    “Brittany,” he said, voice thick with desire, and melded their lips back together.
    His body tensed several beats later as he raised himself far enough off her to slide a hand between them, his fingers playing with her through the thin layer of her panties. “You’re wet.” He groaned.
    She thought he would go fast then, but he didn’t. Instead, he spent what felt like an eternity teasing her from desire to madness, until she was begging him to take her.
    By the time he pulled her dress up her body and off, followed quickly by her bra, then her panties, she was too far gone to feel any misgivings as the night air whispered through the open windows, touching her naked skin.
    Her needy fingers grasped at his stomach as he shrugged out of his shirt. He was ripped with muscles, and she loved the feel of him. She tried to help him unbutton his jeans, but ended up being more of a hindrance in her eagerness, and finally just let her hands drop in an attempt to speed his efforts.
    It worked. He had his jeans and boxers down, condom out of his wallet and rolled onto his thick length, and was back between her thighs with a few swift motions.
    He entered her with one smooth, deep-rooted thrust, their mouths panting together as he set a tenderly passionate rhythm that drove Brittany quickly to the brink.
    He took her with slow, sublime purpose, bringing her to a crashing climax before he let himself follow with her name on his lips.
    One sane thought went through her mind as the aftereffects of her pleasure rocked through her: Marcus was as skilled at taking her body as he was at taking her heart.
    “This probably wasn’t how you envisioned our first time