Chapter 21 #2
She’s practically vibrating in my hands, but fuck if she doesn’t open her eyes and give me the sassiest look she’s given me yet.
“Maybe you ought to find out.” She tosses it out like a challenge.
The fire there only makes me burn hotter. Challenge fucking accepted.
I move quickly, shifting and flipping her around until I’m on my back and she’s on top of me, her pussy in my face and her breasts pressed against my belly. So fucking eager, I dive in, my tongue finding a brand-new delicacy when I swipe it against her slit. My new favorite flavor.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Cy. God.” Her knees quake on either side of my head.
The way my name comes off her lips lights me up inside. A pant, an invocation of heaven. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
But I’m not ready to release her just yet. I back off, gentling my kisses and dragging my tongue along the crease between her hip and pussy.
“No.” She wiggles her ass in my face, her breasts dragging over my chest. My mouth waters for another taste of her.
Not yet.
I want her as desperate as I feel, balancing on the edge of falling apart. Shifting a hand between us, I press one finger and then another into her. As I scissor them, I rotate my thumb gently against her clit.
“Fuck. God, what are you doing?”
Driving us both crazy. Because as good as she feels, it’s tenfold for me. I want to bring her the type of pleasure that sends her thoughts scattering.
Her question is rhetorical, but I nip at the inside of her thigh and keep working her with my fingers, growling, “Why? You don’t like it?”
She writhes above me. “Like is too tame a word. Please.”
“Is this what you want?” I flatten my tongue and lap at her pussy, continuing to finger fuck her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She chants the words, each one more breathy than the last, until she’s mewling and panting.
But then she does something I don’t expect. She stretches, tonguing my cock and sucking it into her mouth, stifling the sounds that have been driving me wild. My dick jumps against her tongue, begging for release.
Fuck.
Too damn close to losing my mind, I double down on my efforts.
No way am I coming in her mouth for the first time. But I’m going to make her come at least once before I bury my dick inside her.
Her rhythm falters, her suction on me waning, as I glide my thumb harder against her clit, then suck the hard nub between my lips.
Her muscles spasm around my fingers. She’s so close. With two fingers still buried and working her over, I run my thumb along the pucker of her asshole and gently bite down on her clit.
Her pussy clamps down on me. Fuck yeah. She likes this. So I repeat the caress, adding a little pressure.
With a moan, she releases my dick. “I’m so close. Please.”
I fucking know how close she is. I keep all my focus on her clit, then bring my hand down on her ass, tapping it lightly. Once. Twice.
More moans. Deeper. Longer.
“Again.”
A third tap, harder than the first two. Her body spasms, her orgasm taking over.
“Come for me,” I growl against her pussy. I brush the pucker of her ass one more time and piston my fingers forward, sucking her clit and hollowing out my cheeks.
She fucking explodes around my fingers, her screams echoing off the wall and her nails digging into my sides.
“Fuck, yes. God, Cy. Fuck. I-I-I—” Her words morph into a keening cry of pleasure, her body overwhelmed by the orgasm, the proof of it on my lips as I kiss her through it.
Fuck. This moment is one I’ll never forget.
The way she fell apart was unlike anything I’ve seen.
Her body is absolutely vibrating with pleasure, her breasts writhing against my stomach setting off sparks of electricity inside me.
My control snarls against the thread holding it, demanding I find my own release.
I yank my control back into place. Not yet.
Only when her orgasm fades and her muscles begin to relax do I slide my fingers free, nuzzling her thigh, brushing my lips against her warm skin.
She’s limp as air saws in and out of her lungs, tickling my stomach.
I give her a heartbeat to rest. Then I spin her in my arms and plunge my tongue into her mouth so she can taste the pleasure I’ve become addicted to. She moans, whimpering, her fingers threading through my hair as she deepens the kiss.
When my lungs scream for oxygen, I release her lips and drag my own along her jaw, relishing the way her fingertips trace my body.
“Mmm. Protection?” she asks.
I consider telling her about the box I found. But I came prepared.
“I don’t want you to think I was being presumptuous,” I murmur against her jaw. “But I’ve got a couple in my wallet.”
She scurries off me on shaky legs and snags my wallet off the hearth. I drink her in as she moves back toward me, bathed in the firelight. Her skin is flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes both dazed with pleasure and lit by an intelligence that continues to pull me deeper under her spell.
She’s cataloging me just as thoroughly, licking her lips when her focus dips to my cock.
Fuck.
I want her lips on me so bad.
But I want to be inside her even more.
She hands me the wallet and I yank the two foil packets out. I drop one on the floor next to us while she takes the other. She kneels in front of me, her fingers gliding along the sensitive skin of my dick, creating a ripple of gooseflesh that skates down my spine.
“I love your hands on me, BB.” I close my eyes, letting the pleasure overwhelm me.
It’s never been like this before. I’ve never enjoyed this kind of quiet intimacy. It’s as scary as it is exhilarating, and all I know is I don’t want to stop.
“If you like my hands, you’ll love my mouth,” she quips, angling forward like she intends to blow me again.
“I already love your mouth,” I tell her, gently grasping her arms to stop her. “But right now, I need to be inside you.”
Straightening, she searches my face. Why? What is she looking for? Honesty? Whatever it is, I let her see the thread my control hangs by, the raw desire to be with her. To find heaven together.
After a long moment, she nods.
I sit up so we’re nose to nose. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
“Are you ready?”
She nods. “So ready.”
I can see it in her expression. In the fire in her teal irises, the flames that will burn us both to the ground.
“On your knees.” I press a hard kiss to her lips, then pluck the condom from her hand.
While I roll it on, she follows my instructions, kneeling next to me in our cocoon of blankets.
Condom on, I drink in the image she makes on her hands and knees in the firelight.
She looks over her shoulder, her lips quirking up, that sass I love so much coming out to play. “I’m waiting.”
“Fuck, that mouth,” I tell her.
“I’m ready for that too. Whenever you are.”
Laughing, I line myself up with her, grasping her hips. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex before.”
It should be weird, a boner killer. Instead, it only adds to the excitement as I press my hips forward, filling her slowly.
Her breath catches, and then her body takes over, gripping me and pulling me forward until my hips bump hers.
She’s perfect. This moment is perfect. I don’t want to move until I’ve memorized every detail.
The way her breathing shallows, the smell of firewood and the teasing hints of Sydney’s perfume that swirl in the heated air around us.
“Is this okay?” I murmur through clenched teeth.
She moans. “Second favorite position.”
“What’s the first?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
“Hmm. What we just did.”
Sixty-nine. Or reverse cowgirl. Either of which I’m more than okay with. I’ll remember that for next time.
What if this is the only time?
My gut sinks as that thought enters my mind. No, no fucking way. Once will never be enough.
Pushing away the negative thoughts, I snap my hips forward, filling her again.
Harder this time. She mewls, her fingers tangling in the blanket beneath her.
Curling over her, I bite her shoulder gently and slip my hand around her ribcage so I can toy with her nipple.
I tug gently, then roll the hard bud between my thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck me,” she breathes out.
The heat already flowing through my veins builds. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Only it’s not fucking. Not exactly. This may have started as a way to satisfy an ache, but with every thrust, it morphs into something more. Bigger. Something that won’t just go away after one night together.
Does she feel it too?
I piston my hips, alternating between her breast and her clit with one hand while I hold her hip in place with the other. As an orgasm builds and my spine starts to tingle, I shift my arm to her waist, bringing her up into a kneeling position, still driving my hips against her.
“Play with those pretty breasts, baby,” I groan.
With her head dropped back on my shoulder, she squeezes and pinches her nipples, maybe even harder than I was.
She’s so goddamn sexy. With her breasts taken care of, I find her clit again, orbiting the hard nub. The pleasure that rocks through her makes her knees wobble, so I lock her against my front, tightening my arm around her stomach, and keep up the punishing pace.
Her breathing shallows, her pussy gripping my cock tighter and tighter as she barrels toward her own orgasm. I’m right there with her, balancing on the precipice. I increase the speed of both my hips and my finger, adding pressure as I rotate around the hard bundle of nerves.
“God,” she whimpers.
“Let me hear you, baby. Louder. As loud as you want. It’s just you and me here right now.”
“Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming!”
The last word escapes her like a scream, loud enough to make my ears ring.
My own control slips, and I give in, pistoning my hips in a movement that isn’t a rhythm so much as it’s an involuntary response.
Wave after wave of pleasure swamps me, pulling me under or shooting me into the universe.
I’m not sure which. All I know is that when I come back to myself, she’s limp in my arms, her breathing labored.
Cradling her head, I lower her to the pillow. Then I tuck her in close.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“Ditto,” I tell her, dragging my fingers up and down her side.
When she shivers in response, I pull a blanket over the top of us. I need to go take care of the condom, but I’m not ready to let her go.
My heart needs to feel hers beating next to it. I need her weight in my arms.
“The agreement is still in place?” she asks.
I nod and press my lips to a mark I left on her shoulder. It’s the first lie I’ve told her. Because now that I’ve had her, I don’t think I can give her up.
“What happens in this cabin stays here,” I tell her—that much is true—and slip a hand between her legs.
She hisses, but she scissors her legs, catching on.
See? Perfect.
Tomorrow will bring new challenges. But we still have tonight. And I plan to make the most of it.