Drilled Deep in the Dark

“No, Ethan, that’s crazy!”

“Off. Now.”

She hesitated, and I didn’t wait. My hand dove back under her skirt, hooking her underwear and dragging it down her thighs. The flimsy thing hit the dirt, and I spread her legs, fingers plunging into her wetness. She was molten — tight, slippery, clenching around me as I worked her, curling my fingers just right. Her head tipped back, moans spilling out, raw and unrestrained, her body trembling on the edge.

“I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” I said, voice rough.

“Yes — please — I’m so close!”

I yanked her onto my lap, her skirt bunching up around her hips. I teased her first, dragging my length along her, slicking myself with her heat, feeling her shudder every time I grazed her clit. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, frantic bursts. I held her there, torturing her, until she was practically begging — then I thrust up, burying myself in one deep, smooth stroke. She cried out, loud enough to echo through the garden, her walls gripping me like a vice, hot and pulsing. I didn’t hold back — drove into her hard, feeling every ripple, every clench as she unraveled around me.

“Oh God — yes — Ethan!”

“Fuck, Claire, you’re perfect. Been dying to feel you like this.”

“You’re wrecking me — don’t stop…”

“Take it, you’re so fucking good”

“Harder — please — I’m yours — split me open!”

I was losing it, every thrust sending sparks up my spine, her cries pushing me higher. We were exposed, reckless — anyone could’ve stumbled across us, seen her riding me, heard her screaming — but it didn’t matter. This shy, buttoned-up girl was a wildfire, insatiable, and I was burning up in her.

“I’m coming — Ethan — I’m coming!”

“Yes — fuck — let go!”

“Ohhh — God — yes — yes…”

“Shit — Claire!”

We crashed over the edge together, a chaotic, shuddering mess. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing as she pulsed around me, and I followed, spilling deep inside her with a groan that felt torn from my chest. Her whimpers in my ear dragged it out, wave after wave, until we were both spent, clinging to each other.

We stayed like that, wrecked and breathless, her sweater pulled down, skirt hiked up, my jeans shoved low. If anyone had seen us, we’d have been toast—no explaining this away. But the garden stayed silent, and we eventually disentangled, fixing ourselves up with shaky hands.

I kissed her again, deep and possessive, a thank-you for the best night I’d ever had. I’d always known she’d be wild under that quiet exterior, but this blew every fantasy out of the water.

When she noticed her panties crumpled in the dirt, she raised an eyebrow at me. I just grinned — I couldn’t even recall when they’d landed there. But the thought of her walking home with me, bare beneath that skirt, was the cherry on top of an already perfect night…

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