What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

A spring night growing chilly as the sun sets. The smell of woodsmoke permeates everything we're wearing. The frogs are still singing down by the creek while an owl starts to call from in the woods. His hand seems so damn large as he hooks it under my knee, guiding me to straddle his lap. His lips taste of the bourbon he brought along...
 
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One of our intense fights leading to him pushing me against a wall and kissing me deeply. Ripping my shirt at the neckline and sinking his teeth into my shoulder, marking me. Reminding me I belong to him.

Spinning me around to face the wall while he reaches under my skirt and yanks my thong down. Uses his body weight to pin me against the wall while he unzips and shoves his pants and boxers down.

His first thrust into me lifts me off my feet. He grabs my hip and shoulder to keep me from riding up that way, even moving me up and down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
 
It starts slow. Sweet, even. Late night messages turning into intimate whispers, into blurry, hastily taken photos and videos - giggling, showing off, touching myself like it's still my idea.

He's patient. Just the right mix of amused and restrained. Until we meet and it's not sweet at all.

It's filthy.

Bent over, breath fogging tile, my whines echoing off porcelain.

Later, in the back of his car, drooling around his cock, cheek to the seat, absolved of pride, of dignity, just his need coating my skin.
 
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