11. Sonya #2
“Only if you make me look good.” The words rolled off his tongue so easily I stopped to look at him. On the surface he was confident, borderline cocky, but sometimes he said things that made me wonder if it was an act.
“Too easy.”
“Come on.” He gave Popcorn one last rub and a kiss before he took my hand.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He pulled me close. “Have I told you how incredible you look in denim?”
“You think?” I twirled in a circle, smiling wildly at his compliment.
“I know,” he growled. “I’ll be dreaming about your ass in those jeans for many months to come.”
I shivered at his words, following through a path of trees that broke to reveal the lake from a different angle.
The water was crystal clear, glinting perfectly in the sunlight as if it knew we needed it to.
Soft grass and wildflowers formed a crown around the water and in the distance a rope swing hung above the water. “This place is gorgeous.”
“So are you,” he shot back easily.
I snorted. “That line is older than the rope swing.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true,” he said as he kicked off his boots. Then his socks. His jeans. His shirt. Those broad shoulders and that stupidly perfect chest left me speechless for a moment.
“Are you seriously stripping right now?”
He popped the button on his jeans and then stopped. “You said we needed content.”
“For the farm,” I grumbled. “Not your thirst trap account.”
“I don’t know what that is,” he said and shoved his jeans down long, strong thighs. “But this is social media right?” He was serious. Completely serious. He stood in nothing but dark gray boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.
Nothing. At. All.
“Holy shit,” I moaned. “In the water. Maybe some wet, shirtless photos will work.” The image of him in nothing but those boxers was already burned in my memory.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from his perfect ass as he stepped into the water before disappearing. When he emerged, his black hair clung to his body and one droplet slid from his chin, down his throat and between his pecs. “Coming in?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not wearing a swimsuit and I don’t feel like flashing your cows. Or horses.” And because I knew what would happen if I went in.
“They’re on the other side of the farm and I’ve already seen every inch of you.”
I hesitated even though I wanted to join him.
“Come on, city girl. Live a little.”
I narrowed my gaze and he laughed. “You’re infuriating.”
“And yet,” he said, letting the rest of the sentence dangle unspoken.
“Photos first.” I stepped out of my jeans and boots before reaching for my camera again. “Come on, give me some thirst trap smolder. A few smiles. Just lots of looks.”
He was so stupidly good at this that I felt my panties getting wet with every photo I snapped. It was as if he was doing this just for me, turning my insides to mush and lighting my skin on fire with nothing but his gorgeous face.
“Okay! Enough,” I snapped.
Nick flashed a knowing grin. “Come in. The water is nice and cool. Perfect for overheated skin.”
“Shut up.” I kicked off the rest of my clothes until I was in nothing but my bra and panties, and walked slowly into the water. “Holy crap that’s cold!”
Nick swam around me like a shark making his prey dizzy. “You’ll get used to it.”
I did get used to it within just a few minutes and then I sent a wave of water his way. “It’s nice here. Quiet and beautiful.”
“It’s my favorite spot on the property.” He continued to swim around me, in smaller and smaller circles until I felt the heat of him right behind me.
“But this is quickly becoming my favorite spot,” he whispered before his lips landed on my neck.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him so I felt the affect I had on him.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about kissing you in the moonlight, Sonya. ”
Me too. I rolled my head back, giving him better access to my neck before I admitted the truth. “Neither have I.”
He spun me to face him. “Want to do something about it?”
I licked my lips, gaze focused on his blue eyes first and this his magical lips. I opened my mouth to say hell yes I wanted to do something about it but I couldn’t find my words so I jumped in his arms, wrapped my legs around him and kissed the hell out of his delicious mouth.
It really was the best kiss I’d ever tasted.
This time there was no hesitation, no restraint and no teasing. Just hot, wet, urgent kisses and limbed that tangled together beneath the water. His tongue teased my lips and my tongue, and when he was in my mouth I sucked his tongue until he groaned.
One of his hands palmed my too round backside but I didn’t care because seconds later one finger found me hot and wet and throbbing. I moaned into the kiss and nipped his bottom lip. “Dirty boy.”
“You like it,” he shot back, taking my lip between his teeth.
I shook my head. “I love it.”
“Good, because I’ve been dying to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock, so hot and so wet when she pulses around me.”
I shivered at his words. “Same. What are you waiting for?” My words were sleepy and breathless, hungry and desperate for him.
“One word,” he gritted out as his finger slid in and out of my body, teasing me mercilessly. “Say it.”
I didn’t know what word he meant but there was just one word on my mind. “Please, Nick.”
He smiled, satisfied down to his core. “That’s my girl.”
When he said it I didn’t just believe it, I wanted to be his girl. “Show me.”
In two quick moves, his cock was at my opening and I was sinking down onto it. In the water. Sex in the water was over the top ridiculous and amazing and perfect. It was exactly what we shouldn’t be doing but it was exactly what we needed to be doing.
He didn’t stop and neither did I.
We couldn’t. The pull was too strong.
In the water I felt weightless, riding hard and fast without any resistance, we both flew to orgasm in mere minutes.
He felt too good to stop though, and when the orgasm hit I kept going, sliding up and down his thick length as my body shook and trembled, and my nails dug into his shoulders. “Nick, oh fuck.”
“Keep going, Sonya. I’ve got you.” His hands gripped my hips and he slid me up and down faster and faster until another orgasm hit me, harder and twice as intense, triggering his own pleasure. “Fuck!” He roared the word so loud it echoed off the water and sent a few birds scattering into the sky.
“My. Goodness.” The words came out in sharp, jagged pants. “That was insane.”
Nick smiled. “It was,” he agreed. “I guess you missed me as much as I missed you.”
“Guess so,” I agreed. I pulled back and looked in those beautiful blue eyes. “I did, you know.”
“Good to know.” He kissed me again, long and slow until my body was on fire once more. “You know Mom’s not going to let you leave without feeding you, right?”
I knew he was right and that was fine with me. “Is that what this was, depleting me of nutrients so I’d have no choice but to stay for a meal?”
He blinked and then let out a huge roar of laughter. “It worked, didn’t it?” He kissed me again, quick and teasing. “Had nothing to do with your greedy little pussy sucking me in deep and refusing to let go.
I pulsed around him at his dirty words.
“You really do like it dirty,” he growled and nipped my shoulder.
It was something new I learned about myself and I was worried that it wasn’t the dirty talk I liked so much as the dirty talker.
Which meant I was already in way too deep now.