6. August
August
Every gasp that leaves her lips, every shudder that wracks through her body—I live for it. My hands grip her hips hard enough to leave a mark, and the way she arches into me like she’s starving for it…
Fool. That’s what I am for thinking I could keep my hands to myself. One taste of her, and I’m gone. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to stop until my tastebuds have memorized her flavor, until I’ve mapped out every inch of her frame.
The very body she’s so shy of is the same one that I plan to worship.
My tongue drags slowly over her bottom lip before I bite down—just enough to make her whimper.
“Sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted,” I growl against her mouth. And it’s the truth. She’s honey and heat, and I’m the bastard who can’t get enough. At this rate, I’m going to devour her whole before I can even address the slickness soaking her panties.
Fuck, it’s taking all the strength I have not to free my cock and shove the thin strip of fabric to the side, plunging into her wet heat with one fluid thrust. It’s been teasing me ever since I saw the slip of pink.
Can’t be rough. Not this time.
I want her first time to be wonderful, something she’ll recall fondly as a cherished memory and something that’ll get her as worked up as she is now.
Even if my cock aches from how hard it is becoming, I’ll suffer for her pleasure.
Her fingers claw at my shoulders, dragging me closer like she’s afraid I’ll stop. As if I could. Nothing could possibly stop this from happening. Not even a tornado wrecking the mountain from the storm would be enough.
I swallow her next moan, my thumbs digging into the softness of her waist. Mine. The word pounds through me with every beat of my pulse. Every single inch, I’ll mark with my lips so everyone will know.
Now that she’s given herself up to me, there’s no way in hell I’m going to let another man try to take her.
I drag my teeth over the frantic pulse there, savoring the way her breath hitches. A moan follows soon after, and I swear I could live off that sound alone.
“Fucking perfect,” I rasp against her skin.
I want her to lie awake years from now, thighs clenched, remembering how I worshipped her tonight.
My hand slides up her side, slow and teasing, until my palm cups the curve of her breast. A rough squeeze makes her body curl, and her nipple presses into my hand like a plea. I thumb over it, rolling the tight peak just to hear her whimper my name.
My cock jerks in my shorts, thick and heavy, already leaking through my boxers. Making it impossible not to notice what she’s doing to me without lifting even a damn finger,
I grind my hips against the mattress just to ease the ache, but it’s no use.
The fabric’s damp where I’ve soaked through, and every pulse of my heartbeat makes the damn thing throb, even harder when she whimpers.
Harder when her nails dig into my shoulders as I suck her other nipple between my teeth.
I didn’t know what it meant to be starving for something until this very moment.
Flicking the tip of her hardened nub with my tongue, I savor the way she buries one of her hands in my hair to pull me back down.
“You like that?” I growl, biting down just enough to make her cry out. Her nipple’s red and wet when I pull back to watch her face—lips parted, eyes glazed over. When she nods, my jaw aches with the way my mouth curves.
Smiles don’t come by often, but with Payton, I’m going to become the happiest bastard on this mountain.
Her next few words are cut in half, morphing into a whispered plea. I feel it—the way her thighs squeeze around mine, the way her hips tilt up, inviting. I can’t tell which one of us is the most impatient.
Unlike her, I can wait. There’s still so much to taste, and I have to taste her pussy before my cock gets anywhere near it. There’s no question about it.
Just the thought alone is enough to make me abandon her breasts so I can devour the sweetest part of her.
Her skin is flushed under my lips as I kiss my way down her stomach—slow, and wet, making her body jerk and flinch.
Every inch of her tastes like salt and summer, and the way her muscles tense under my tongue? I love how responsive she becomes when I touch her somewhere that isn’t sensitive.
Dragging my teeth over the dip of her hipbone, the gasp that slips past her lips is a fucking symphony. Her fingers twist in my hair, tugging like she’s caught between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
Her hips rock like I’m already fucking her with three fingers. That’s how many she’ll need to take if I don’t want to hurt her. I won’t hurt her.
“Tell me what you want, Payton. I want to hear it.” Demanding the words, I watch the way her body shivers. Does that mean she’s the kind of woman who likes to be told what to do? I wouldn’t mind barking orders if it means it leads to her feeling good.
“I…” Panting, her lashes brush her cheeks with every blink. “I want your mouth on me. Please, August. Here.”
Like she’s forgotten how to speak, she tells me exactly what she wants when one of her hands drifts between our bodies. Fingers finding the outline of her pussy through her panties, she traces the damp slit to show me just how worked up she is.
Her underwear is the only thing left between me and paradise. Moving to sit back so I can make them disappear, my hands actually shake as I hook my fingers under the lace and drag it up her thighs. She spreads open for me without a word.
The sight of her… It’s enough to make a sane man lose all sense of himself.
Pretty. Pink. Untouched. All mine.
My mouth floods just looking at her—glistening, swollen, begging for my tongue. I groan, low and filthy, before pressing a single kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“This is where you wanted me to kiss you the most, isn’t it?” Voice wrecked, I breathe her in and groan. My hips dig harder into the mattress, and it’s a miracle I don’t bust just from taking her in like this.
She nods her head, not even bothering to try to hide the truth. Just the way her eyes are glazed over is enough to tell me to move this along.
“Every inch of you is so fucking pretty.” My voice is wrecked already, rough with want as I drag my lips up the inside of her thigh. “You realize how lucky you make me feel?”
Then I taste her.
One slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue, and the world fucking tilts. She’s warm, wet, perfect—so sweet it burns. Honey and heat all in one.
This can’t be real.
The way her hips jerk against my mouth is. The desperate little whimper she makes when I do it again? Definitely real. I don’t need to pinch myself to confirm it.
I take my time tracing her slit, savoring the way her thighs tremble when I tease her entrance. Fuck. She’s dripping for me, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.
Then I find it—that tight, swollen bud, and the noise she makes when I circle it leaves my head spinning. My groan vibrates against her, my hands locking around her hips to hold her still. It’s like she can’t help herself.
“August—”
Her fingers tug hard, but I don’t speed up. No, I linger, flicking my tongue just to hear her beg.
“ Please .”
There it is. And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like the whine in her voice. Makes me want to keep teasing her to see how far she’d go.
Writing the idea as something to try next time, because there will definitely be a next time, I pull back far enough to taste her on my lips.
Soaking my finger with her juices, I watch her expression as I slip it past her entrance. So slick and hot, I bury my finger as deep as I can go.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.” Growling the words, I can hear how wet she is. Fuck, can she?
My other fingers spread her wider, and she whimpers as I suck her clit between my lips, her hips jerking like she can’t decide between grinding down or running away. But I hold her steady with my free hand, my grip firm.
“Look at you,” I rasp against her thigh, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. “Taking me so fucking good.”
Just to prove my point, I work a second finger inside and stroke her inner walls. Curling both, she squeezes around me. My cock weeps in jealousy.
The noises she makes—broken moans, my name like a prayer, the slick, filthy sound of my mouth on her. Every one of them goes straight to my cock, harder than I’ve ever been.
My patience is wearing thin, but I push through for a little longer.
“I need more. I need—” Her voice cracks, nails biting into my wrist as she tries to pull me deeper. Going as far as trying to grind against my palm, I fight the chuckle that forms at discovering just how hungry she is for pleasure.
I click my tongue, dragging my lips up her inner thigh just to watch her squirm. “Not yet.”
Then I add a third finger, working it inside her just as deeply. As tight as she is, her body accepts every inch I have to give.
Her back arches off the bed with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling around my hand. A cry flutters past her lips, and I can see it, see why she’s so insistent we move on. She’s getting close to her limit.
Shushing her, I press my thumb hard against her clit, circling in rough, relentless circles just to hear her whimper. Her pussy grips me like a vice, slick and scorching, and I groan at the thought of my cock buried in that heat instead.
“Look how good you take all three.” Complimenting her, I lick up the result of each thrust of my fingers. At this rate, she’s going to leave a damp spot on the sheets. “Let go.”
She soon shatters—a broken sob tearing from her throat as she comes, her walls pulsing around my fingers. I don’t let up, fucking her through it, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, until she’s limp and trembling beneath me.
Only then do I pull my fingers free, glistening with her release. I bring them to my lips, never breaking eye contact as I lick them clean. There’s no question about my newfound addiction.
“Now,” I rasp, crawling over her, my cock heavy and throbbing against her thigh as it strains against the fabric separating us. “You sure you’re ready for the real thing?”
Payton blinks up at me, her pupils blown wide, lips parted. “Already?”
The innocence in her voice nearly wrecks me. A grin splits my face—wild, unchecked, feral—and I know my teeth are showing, know that I look like a man unhinged.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers trembling. Not from a show of nerves. From want. And that’s all it takes for the reminder to hit me.
There’s no doubt about it. This woman’s got my heart in a vise. Hers. Always hers.
I crush my mouth to hers before she can speak again. Let my hips roll slowly, deliberate, so she feels exactly what she does to me.
The words burn behind my teeth, but soon, she’ll see just how much love I have to give to her.