He groaned and started kissing me again, but quickly pulled away.  “We’ve discussed it, and you know that doesn’t work.  You need to get on the pill and until then, condoms.”

I started rubbing him with my hand through his jeans.  “Just once won’t hurt.  I want to feel you bare.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, yanking away from me.

I smiled and turned around, unsnapping my cutoff shorts and pushing them off.

“What are you doing?” he asked me when I went down on hands and knees.

I straightened, shrugged my shirt off, then my bra and lowered again.  “I’ll let you guess,” I told him.

He cursed and cursed, but it wasn’t long before I heard him taking off his clothes, and then I felt him behind me, his chest against my back.

He kissed my neck.  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.  You could talk me into anything.”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him.  “Just pull out, okay?”

“Okay,” he panted and pushed his tip into me.

We both groaned.

He palmed my breasts and moved deeper.

“Oh God,” he breathed and rammed himself home.

He’d been getting better about lasting longer the more we had sex, but this time it was like our first time.  He only made it a few rough thrusts before he was pulling out of me, coming in warm spurts against my ass, kissing my back and telling me he loved me.

Well, at least he’d pulled out.

“Sorry.  Fuck.  Sorry.”  His fingers were playing with my clit, his other hand still fondling my breast.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of you.”

I squirmed.  My knees were already sore and I knew they’d be marked up from the hard ground, but I didn’t want to move.  I just wanted to stay like this until he was ready again.

“More,” I told him thickly, moving my hips.

“So greedy,” his approving voice rumbled onto my skin.  He pinched my clit lightly as the fingers of his other hand pushed into me, two fingers thrusting steadily.  I tilted my hips until they were hitting just the right nerve.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped when I was getting close.

He stopped abruptly.

“What did I say?” I snapped at him, unfinished and surly with it.

His answer came in the form of his recovered cock breaching me.  He picked up the steady rhythm again, but this time it was so much better with the thickness of him.

I’d just started to come, my sheath clenching around him, when he pulled out again.

I straightened, turned, and pressed myself against him, grabbing his spasming cock and helping him finish with my hand, pulling his blunt tip to smash against my sensitive clit as we both got off, his warm cum coating my tender flesh in continuous pumps.

It was so good that I kept ahold of him, giving him open-mouthed kisses as I squeezed him, not ready for it to end.

He pressed me onto my back, spreading my legs open wide.

He had my breasts in his hands, pushed together while he licked my nipples when he reluctantly pulled back.  “We should go somewhere.  To your grandma’s probably.  She’ll still be at work, so . . .”

I pulled his head back to my breasts, aiming one aching nipple at his mouth.  I didn’t want to go anywhere.  I was already worked up again, and it was still a solid fifteen-minute walk.  I didn’t think I could wait that long and I told him so.

With a loud pop, he let my nipple out of his mouth.  “It’ll take me more than fifteen minutes to recover,” he pointed out.

I bit my lip and pushed his head down just enough for him to get the hint.

He smiled and put his mouth on me again.

“God, if the girls at school only knew, mmm, that you could do this to them,” I told the sky as he kissed his way across my body.  “They already want you something fierce, and they have no idea, mmm, that you’re like this, mmm.”

He came up for air long enough to say, “For the record, I’m not interested in doing this to anyone but you.”

His head was deep between my legs, and I was just on the edge of release when he pulled away.

“What!” I cried out.  It was no time to be stopping.

He moved up my body, and grinning, shoved into me again.

My sated body was still vibrating, his heavy weight on top of me, when I blinked my eyes open and caught a movement at the corner of it.

I froze.

Dante was oblivious at first, still moaning as he finished on my thigh, his mouth busy on my neck.

I tapped his shoulder, then tapped it again.

“Mmm?”  He made the noise between kisses.

“Someone saw us,” I told him, shivering.

His head snapped up, his entire body lifting off me.  “What?”

“Someone was watching us,” I clarified.  I pointed to the spot in the trees.  “I don’t know for how long, but I saw somebody when I opened my eyes.  They were watching us, but when I spotted them, they disappeared.

“Did you get a look at them?”

“It was a big man.  I think it was that homeless guy, the one that’s always sleeping by the river, closer to the middle school.  Remember?”

Dante was not happy about that. He cursed fluently as he got dressed, then impatiently stuffed me back into my clothes since I hadn’t been hurrying fast enough to suit him.

He dragged me around as he checked the immediate area, but there was no sign of the guy by then.  “I don’t like it.  I should find the pervert and put the fear of God into him.”