You loving me is my biggest flex ~Part 2

21.

(Song: Collide~ Justine Skye)
(Or the song: Slow down~Chase Atlantic)

"Ooh what? What could you beat me in?" He chuckled, while crossing his arms playfully.
"Hmm let me think about it... I am sure I could make you beg quite nicely if I wanted to."
Rafe visibly blushed while raising an eyebrow.
"You want to tease me?" He asked.
"That's for you to decide. What would you like to do?"
He chuckled again, stretched and said: " I'm pretty tired."
"Maybe we could wake each other up. Got any ideas?" Aresu's finger moved over his nose and she tipped at the tip of it softly before laying her finger on her chin to imitate the thinker-pose.
"Well... I might have a few ideas," his lips curled at the sides.
"Tell me... No—better: Show me," her eyes tightened.
"Oh? What if I don't want to? Maybe you have to beg a little first."
"I am begging for it, Rafe Cameron. I'm begging you to show it to me. Show me what you think about."
"He grinned, bent over and pinned Aresu to the white linen, her hands resting in the grass.
Her hat fell to the side, laying abandoned in the grass.
"Is this what you wanted?" He whispered, lips close to her face.
"Maybe. Is that all?"
He grinned and pressed his mouth against hers.
"You told me to show you," he smirked." "I'll show you all my dirty thoughts."
"Isn't it hot here?"
"Mhh, maybe we can do something about that as well..." he answered and started to pull up her dress a little higher.
"Naughty."
"Maybe. But what are you then?"
"Still dressed."
"What a shame," he said and his hands traveled up to caress her boobs.
"I wonder if I can warm you up a little more..." he said.
"Be creative. You know that I like that."
"Oh I will, don't you worry."
His hands travelled under the fabric, his fingertips brushing over her nipples, hardening them, playing with them, until he squeezed them between two fingers.
"You like that, don't you? Be a good girl."
Aresu moaned when his hands pinched her nipple again. And he continued that play until he pressed down hard, squeezed and twisted them slightly.
"Someone's excited?" He teased, fingers twisting it again.
"Yes, Rafe. Show me more, will you? I'm still tired..."
"You are? Hm. You must let me try to wake you up."
His lips travelled down, kissing her collarbones and neck.
"Kiss me somewhere else."
"Hmm...like where? Any specific spot?" His eyes met hers.
"You know where."
"Nah. You have to tell me directly."
Aresu blushed harshly. Saying it directly like that seemed strange, almost shameful.
"Kiss me...down there. Please me, Rafe. Make me beg for it."
And oh gosh— saying that seemed relieving, smutty and so shamefully dirty that she almost got wet from thinking about her slutty behavior.
"To your demand, my queen," he said and bent down, pulling up the fabric of her dress, so her abdomen was presented openly.
And Aresu wished dearly that no passengers planned a little hiking trip to these fields.
Their little picnic-rest-place was not far away from the pathway.
Rafe bent over her, his right hand gliding over her underpants.
She looked up at him, while he remained focused, fingers slowly pulling the underpants down, making it a whole new experience to be naked on a very open field.
She shivered while his fingers slid over her labia, and moved up and down in between her clitoris.
Her legs began to tremble as his lips brushed over hers.
Aresu's hands scratched on his scalp before she moaned and curved her spine when his fingers moved more rapidly before pushing down into her hole deep and sudden.
She shrieked and shivered under his touch.
"Shh. You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
She nodded slightly, when his fingers pulled out and pushed in again and again.
First it was one finger, then it was two, moving fastly in and out, brushing the sides of her clitoris and between the labia of the vulva.
The fast movement made her head feel dizzy, so she closed her eyes and captured his lips with hers.
And gosh she wanted to come.
His fingers teased again, moving more slowly the closer she came to come.
"Let me come," she begged, never have felt this desperate before.
"Beg!" He said with his dark voice, his lips sucking at her neck, leaving behind red traces.
"Please! Please! Let me— make me come!"
"As you wish," he said, his fingers pushing in more deeply, harshly, seemingly insensitive, a firework erupted in her abdomen and the pleasing sensation of lust and desire crept up her legs, as cold as ice and as hot as fire, pulsating like a living being, filling her up completely.
And she let out a pleasing whimper.
"That's not all, honey. That's not all," he said as he shifted backwards and buried his face between her legs.
She had just come... her sensations were sensitive and still aroused, and when his tongue entered...holy fuck.
Firstly he kissed her vulva, his lips only caressing it, but after a short while his tongue found the clitoris, sucking at it, licking off the cum, penetrating it again before moving downwards to tease and prevent her from coming again.
Aresu began to shiver, hands tightly coiled around the white linen.
Holy fuck...what if a hiker saw them here... what if—
His tongue found her sweet sweet spot again, dancing around it like a swan, licking directly at the spot, moving down again, and back and—
His tongue slid into the crack, moved up and—she came again.
Her legs turned cold, her abdomen screamed in fire, her back stretched roundly.
A load moan escaped her lips.
"Good girl," he said before bending over her again.

Aresu smiled before bending down herself to open up his belt.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
Rafe shuddered.
She opened his belt, moved forward, her hands moving over the stiff fabric.
"Yes. Yes I want you," Rafe said.
He grabbed her hand, pushed her down and looked at her from above.
"I want to fuck you properly."
"Then do that."
"I won't be able to stop."
"Then don't."
Rafe smiled, fastly removing the belt, pulled down his stiff trousers and moved closer, condom slipping over his skin.
"Scream for me," he said thrusting down hardly and making her body jerk with the sudden movement.
It was a rush, almost unbearable in a pleasant way.
Rafe shuddered with each thrust, going in deeper, grabbing the fabric of her white dress stubbornly.
He panted while placing soft kisses on her chest and chin.
Aresu rubbed circles on his wide back, feeling the muscles tense and shiver, practically feeling his desire.
And that she could make him feel that way aroused her even more.
And Rafe came, too.