A groan ripped out of me. Urgent need beat inside my head. Then I slid a hand into her hair, holding her in place. I nudged her feet wider.

“Please,” she murmured, her voice low and needy.

I slid two fingers inside her, plunging them deep. She rewarded me with a throaty moan. With my other hand, I circled my cock. Damn, I’d never been this hard before. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get my cock inside her.

Then, with a single thrust, I buried myself inside her.

She moaned. I pulled out and thrust back in. Any semblance of finesse or control was long gone. I fucked her, over and over. Her cries got louder, and we both knew there was a chance we’d be spotted. I slid a hand over her mouth, and she bit my fingers. I hoped she left a mark.

I leaned over her, and pressed my mouth to her neck. She tilted, giving me better access. I used my teeth as I filled her over and over with my cock. She shuddered.

On my next thrust, she shattered. She came, screaming into my palm.

It was the best thing I’d ever experienced.

I picked up speed, everything inside me tightening into a painful knot. I fucked her harder, deeper.

“God… Yes.” Her voice was husky. “More.”

She was going to come again. I could feel it.

I spun her away from the railing. Now, I didn’t want anyone to see her. Only me.

I landed in one of the chairs and yanked her back onto my lap, my cock lodged deep inside her. Her back arched and she climaxed, which triggered my own.

With her pussy squeezing my cock I pounded inside her. I turned her head to the side and kissed her. I groaned as pleasure tore through my body.

Her moans turned to heavy breathing. We sat there, both panting.

I tugged her face against my neck and held her. She nuzzled against me, and I ran my hand up her thigh, gently caressing her, wanting the contact with her skin.

I frowned. I wasn’t normally a cuddler. But I didn’t let her go. Instead, I pressed kisses to the side of head, her cheek, her jaw. I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing over her bracelet, touching the pretty multi-colored stones.

Then I felt her stiffen. “Oh, God.” A near-soundless whisper.

I frowned. “Fairy queen?”

“I don’t do this.” Her chest hitched. “I don’t throw caution to the wind, or take risks, or… I never do this.”

I caught her chin and made her look at me. Suddenly, I felt the urge to rip that damn mask away. “I don’t either. It’s okay.”

Her cheeks were impossibly pale.

“We didn’t do anything wrong. We’re both adults. What we did felt very right.”