Wild Baleigh love 2️⃣☑️

29. Give it all to me.

I close my eyes, and the world around me fades. The noise from the water ripples, the soft whispering breeze around us, cricket's sound, it is gone.

All that matters is the taste of his mouth, a mix of cloves and mints. There is a fierceness in his kiss, a desperation and I answer just as hungry for him. I don't stop him when he pulls me more closer, so that I almost sit on his lap.

I'd never been wrapped around someone's body like this for months and I crave this, and I'm shocked at how eagerly my body responds. His arm goes around my waist, pulling me onto him further, and his other hand slides up the back of my neck, getting entangled in my hair.

He takes his lips away from my mouth, gently trailing kisses down to my neck. I tip my head back, gasping when the intensity returns back to my mouth again. There is an animalistic quality that sends shock waves through the rest of my body as he sneaks his tongue into my mouth.

He moves his other hand from my neck and runs his thumb along my jawline and down my throat. He kisses me now slowly and with intensity, and once I get over the mind-numbing shock and comprehend what is actually happening, it is incredible.

Every movement of mine is somehow perfectly mirrored by his. My heart is pounding so hard, I know he must be able to feel it and I am sure my body is giving way, but he holds me gently, pushes me back making me lie on the sand, his arm supports my back making me somehow suspend in the air.

I grab a handful of his hair, remembering all the times I'd dreamed of doing this, all the times I've craved his touch. I let my hand drift down his back and pull him even closer to me.

Everything happens so quickly, I hear him make a low kind of growl and lean into me. His hand slides down my leg behind my knee, drawing it to him. I moan into his mouth as his hand comes up, tracing the exposed skin on my lap.

"I missed you." He grumbles.

"I missed you more." I pull away from the kiss to look at him. "I want you inside me Bally." I add not even a tad bit shy. I want him. I'll always want him.

"I thought you ate me enough the last time." He teases, a smirk starting to form on his lips. For once! Yeah. Gone is the awkwardness between us.

The sex tension in the air is so thick. "But I want to be inside you too."

The world seems dreamlike as I pull back from him, the moonlight setting his face aglow. Without speaking, I start to undo the button on his t-shirt. He watches me as I make my way and lift his arms up pulling the shirt off his body. I know he feels how I brush my fingers against his skin smiling softly at him when I'm finally finished taking his tshirt off.

I feel short of breath as he lowers his head and kiss between my breasts through my dress and slowly ran his tongue up my neck. His hands gently caress my back, my arms, my shoulders, and I feel our heated bodies press together as he pulls me to him.

He trails his fingers down to my thighs, slowly caressing my insides as he moves up. He parts my thighs with his knees and whispers into my ears.

"This dress. Still my favourite."

"Hmmmmmm..." I mumble incoherently as his fingers finds their way to my panties.

"Who's touched you this way?" He asks brushing his fingers against my soaking panties, teasing me.

"No."

"Mmmh?" He teases more.

"Nobody!" I gasp as he tugs my panties down in one swift move.

"Who's body is this?" He asks aligning his fingers against my glistening cunt and he runs them up and then down spreading my wetness.

"You." I breath pulling at his hair for support.