Romance on the Bench

The moment he handed me the flower and said my eyes were the most beautiful he'd seen, I knew he would give me exactly what I wanted. I answered with a long kiss and after that nothing could slow us down. The bench held us as my knees found the grass and I opened his jeans. I took him in my mouth, lips tight and wet, moving until he throbbed against my tongue. He pulled me up, sat me on the bench, and I leaned back with legs spread wide. He slid in deep, hips driving hard while my fingers dug into the wood. Every thrust shook the seat. Near the end he pulled free and stroked himself, thick ropes landing across my face and lips. The whole afternoon felt like the summer’s best fuck.