Free Play Dirty #2 by Jessie K Page B

flying, tethered only by his grip.
    She ran her hands through his hair, those gorgeous dark curls she could never get enough of. He left a trail of kisses down her neck and whispered against her skin, telling her how proud her was of her, how amazing she was, how incredible she felt. Lynn pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him tenderly.
    “You know, in the Baz Luhrmann version, Romeo and Juliet have incredibly hot sex,” she whispered against his lips. “I noticed you didn’t have us do the same.”
    He ran his hands under her shirt and up her back. “I was not going to have Aidan Nelson touch you intimately, stage or otherwise. Him or anyone else.” He kissed her jaw. “This is reserved for me, no one else.”
    “That’s very territorial of you,” she teased.
    He unhooked her bra and she helped him slip it through her tank top. His warm mouth took her nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. Lynn rocked against his hips, moaning as she felt his hardness under her.
    “If it’s really that important to you, perhaps I can help you reenact the scene. You know, for closure.”
    She crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, cool fingers of thrill caressing her as she sat exposed in her high school theater. “You’re such a good director.”
    Matthew gently turned them sideways, so she lay across the stage, and kissed his way down her stomach. He grasped the band of her yoga pants between his teeth and pulled them down past her pussy. A guttural moan escaped him when he found her bare instead of hidden in panties. Leaving her half-dressed, he spread her lips and dipped down to kiss her, his tongue parting her folds and tasting her center.
    “Oh, my sweet Romeo,” she purred, immediately on fire.
    “My sweet Juliet.” His voice was low and husky, making her immediately wet. He licked her once more and pulled her pants off entirely. Matthew threw them over his shoulder, helped her stand, and led her backstage to the small bed crammed in a corner, waiting for the next performance to serve as Romeo and Juliet’s wedding bed.
    Lynn pulled off his dark shirt and pressed her bare skin to his. He swept his hands under her legs and laid her out on the bed.
    “You are fucking gorgeous.” He dipped down to claim her breasts in his mouth as he unbuttoned his jeans and sent them to the floor with his boxers. He lay down beside her, caressing her as they kissed, with such tenderness it almost made Lynn cry.
    She rolled over top of him and grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing it against her wetness. He held her to him by the back of her head, their mouths agape in delight, barely able to kiss from the sheer ecstasy of pleasure. And then he thrust against her, slipping deep inside, and they cried out together.
    Matthew held tight to her, pushing himself upward, guiding her hips as she rode him. They said nothing, bodies speaking for them. Lynn dug her nails into his back, wanting to anchor herself to the moment and not lose herself completely to the ecstasy shooting through her. He bit her collarbone in response.
    He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and sucked, pausing to leave a gentle nibble under his lips. Lynn leaned back so her breasts were in his face. He obliged her desires by taking one in his mouth and sucking it as he had her neck. Rocking against his cock on her clit and feeling her nipples in his mouth surrounded in her ecstasy. She felt herself quickly slipping from reality and towards a spiraling orgasm.
    “God, Matthew.” She whispered. “I just… I…”
    He left her breasts, grabbed her hair again, and forced her to look at him, their noses pressed together as she rubbed her cunt across his cock. He thrust upwards in such a way that she gasped loudly. “I love you, Lynn.”
    Chills doubled back across her skin and her head went light. “Matthew…”
    He stilled her mouth with his own. “No, I love you. I love you more than any man should love a woman.” He