Chapter 42 #2
Jamie’s eyes followed the pooled fabric at her sides, then swept over her bare chest. “Goddamn, woman…”
That’s all he got out before she pressed his hands onto her collarbone. She guided them down, down, down. Until he didn’t need her help.
“What about our plan?” he asked between spiraled, lazy licks on each nipple, her moans eclipsing his. “Waiting until the article was published to—”
“I agreed to wait until it was done.” She gasped at each supple lash, then smiled triumphantly. “I submitted it yesterday. So—”
Jamie guided her onto the soft quilt, one hand on her back, the other still shamelessly squeezing her breasts.
“Hell of a plan, huh?” He helped her drag the dress down her legs, then tossed it to the side. Jamie eyed her boots.
“Leave ’em on,” he grunted, prompting a delicious swell between her thighs.
“Fine,” she teased, “but if you scuff them—”
“Best believe, I plan on it.”
One corner of his mouth quirked. She was so turned on, she decided to lick it. The sound he made would have brought her to her knees if she weren’t already lying down.
His eyes worshiped her body, as they always seemed to when he looked at her. “You’re a goddess, you know that?” Jamie rolled onto his side, next to her. “I can’t even believe you’re real.”
After denying herself for so long, she felt the same. Brinton’s hands sifted through his silken waves and tugged, earning each of his rumbling moans. “I need to make sure you’re not some weird AI. There’s some pretty good ones online.”
He smiled back. “Satisfied?”
“Well, I remember you promised to fuck me six ways to Sunday.”
“I told you, baby,” he chuckled, the sound dark as obsidian. “I never miss the hole. Now, spread those pretty-ass legs for me.”
Ecstatic, she propped herself onto her elbows and dug the heels of her boots into the quilt.
Plucking a dandelion bloom from the sugar-soft soil, he traced the cottony puff over her underwear, sighing appreciatively as she rocked against his knuckles.
Jamie brought the bloom, mostly intact despite her best efforts, up to her lips.
“Make a wish,” he whispered, nose buried into the apex of her thighs. “Quick, ’cause I’m dying to taste you.”
She blew, releasing the white wisps—seeds of their budding future—into the technicolor sky. “It already came true.”
“Mine too.”
His smile warmed her core, where, coincidentally, he was building more heat. Slowly, he dragged his thumb up and down her folds. Her thong was so damp it clung like second skin. She needed it off, and something else on her.
Him.
“Should I make you come like this?” he asked, aquamarine eyes shifting cobalt in the lantern’s glow. “You fuck my fingers so good.”
“God, you’re a pain.” She laughed, breaths jagged and voice floaty.
“Then tell me what you want.” The playfulness in his eyes morphed into pure, red-blooded want. “I wanna give you everything.”
“Everything.”
The only word she managed. She was a supernova of lust.
He slid her panties aside. Jamie pressed one thick finger inside her and then another, elongating her airy moans and making her half-lidded eyes squeeze shut.
I wanna give you everything.
His words echoed in her mind. She wanted that too, but it had been years since she’d come from sex with a man. Not even with Eli. These days, she was more of a vibrator-on-high kind of girl—a pragmatic solution for emotional burnout so severe, getting off felt like a chore.
Jamie pulled out his fingers, taking his time. He sucked indulgently. “Even better than I remembered. Can I lick you, baby?”
Tempting, but the stiff peaks of pleasure in her belly felt too right. She couldn’t wait. “Later.”
Brinton stroked his erection, which strained against his jeans. She keened at his throaty groan. “I need this right now.”
It was stitched across his face: he was one nipped thread from coming undone.
She dragged his T-shirt over his head, revealing more of his skin, which glowed in the lantern’s light.
He popped onto his feet, toed off his boots and socks.
In one, seamless motion, he peeled off his jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them to the side with her dress.
When he straightened, Brinton was beyond words. Every distinct line of his chest, corded muscles on his forearms, and Michelangelo-carved thighs were masterful. And not to mention what she discovered when her gaze dipped beneath his waist.
“Jamie, you’re beautiful.”
Her fingertips traced the deep grooves near his hip bones. She licked the creases forming his abs and the soft trail of hair leading to his crotch. She could have bottled his salty-sweet taste, lathered herself in it.
“I love when you look at me,” he said, lust burning bright in his eyes. “Nobody sees me like you do.”
Brinton needed him in a way words wouldn’t satisfy. When he dragged her panties down her thighs, she whined at the shock of humid air on sensitized skin.
Finally, he pulled a strip of condoms from the picnic basket.
“Were you planning to bust those out after appetizers or before dessert? No, wait—an amuse-bouche?” She laughed until he planted plush kisses down her chest and belly, teasing out a low, rolling moan that dragged her to the edge of consciousness.
His tongue caught between his teeth. “I got no clue what an amuse-bouche is. But if it makes you sound like that, then yeah. It’s an amuse-bouche.”
Jamie rose on his knees, giving Brinton an extraordinary view of him. He was so wonderfully and unmistakably hers. She plucked the foil packet from his hand, set it beside her. Maybe she could wait a few more minutes.
“I’ll give you a hint,” she teased, sitting on her own knees. Brinton sucked him into her mouth, eager to be filled despite the sheer magnitude of his length.
Damn.
Blissfully, his eyes floated shut. He whimpered, soft and easy.
“My sweet girl—”
She’d previously sworn off blow jobs. Eli had a tendency to confuse the dangly thing in the back of her throat for a punching bag.
But Jamie looked at her like she was imbued with magic, tenderly massaging her back between husky praise.
He’d pull back if she momentarily gagged.
She’d grab his ass and plunge him deeper.
Open her mouth wider. Find new heights to reach.
She swallowed Jamie’s short, hoarse groans as he tensed and vibrated in her mouth. It wasn’t long until he gently cupped her jaw, brow furrowed with gratification.
“I love how you do that.” He thumbed away the warm trail of saliva that had traveled down her chin. “But, baby, I’m desperate to be inside you.”
He lowered Brinton onto her back, letting her thighs hug his sturdy hips. She rolled the condom on, guided him with one hand, and cradled his face with the other.
Slowly, he pushed.
Brinton’s lips parted on a gasp. The sharp bite of pressure was punishing as it was glorious, but she clung to his warmth. Let him smooth her quivering breaths.
Their tangled moans rang out in the serene silence around them. He stilled his body and searched her eyes, waiting for something.
“Okay?” he asked, adoration painting his face.
“Yeah,” she whispered, smiling up at him. “Please, don’t stop.”
His lips claimed hers again.
Jamie quickly found his tempo. His hips rocked back and forth, as steady as a sailboat. “Prettiest little thing,” he rasped between determined pumps that made her breath catch in her throat.
She was gloriously dizzy. Fired up and spent, all at once.
He lifted both of her thighs higher, up near his shoulders, giving him more room to fuck her freely. Brinton’s hands glided through his damp hair. Her body hummed each time he unlocked a new level of pleasure inside her.
“I could fuck you like this all damn day, Bee.”
And she would like it. A lot.
As he moved, Jamie’s gold chain crashed into her forehead or caught on her parted lips.
“Shit, baby—I’m sorry,” Jamie stuttered, suddenly aware of what was happening. Clearly, he had been busy.
He slowed his pace and softened his eyes. “Let me take it off.”
“Don’t you dare,” Brinton rasped, absolutely drunk on sensation. “I fucking love it.”
Smiling wickedly, she caught the chain mid-swing between her teeth, held it for a few luscious thrusts, then let go. Beholding her, Jamie laughed darkly, his eyes a mix of hunger and wonder.
That is, until she palmed his heavy sack. Then, his eyes rolled back into his head.
She felt herself grow wetter at the ravenous sounds spilling from his mouth. The slick-slide of their bodies becoming one thundered through her ears and spiraled down to her pulsing center.
“The way you’re gripping me…So fucking good,” Jamie gritted out, teeth scraping his plump bottom lip. He punched his hips forward even harder, tunneled into her deeper, rewarding her.
Brinton’s hands sank into his perfect ass, fusing his desire with hers, until her tightest contours bloomed and her belly clenched. His fervent praise emboldened her greed. She wanted to milk every exhilarating second.
“Let me ride you.”
Still panting, he smiled. “Yes ma’am.”
Without breaking their connection, he rolled her on top of him. He regarded her like this new perspective took him to a higher plane of existence.
The ruthless stretch of him broke all rules of time and space. His fingertips kneaded the breadth of her hips. Angling his hips higher, he gifted her every ounce of him as he grunted and gasped and moaned her name.
She moved slowly at first, relishing all the ways his hardness melted into her softness.
“Use me, sweetheart,” he whimpered, lacing his fingertips through hers. “Take what you need.”
She did.
Finding that exquisite spot and heavenly pressure, she rocked her hips faster against him. To her absolute delight, he met her at every sharp thrust. When she flattened her palms against his damp chest, flushed pink beneath that golden tan, every muscle in his body clenched.
His head tipped back, exposing a fine vein running down the center of his throat. Her center fluttered as the vein pulsed.
Slowly, she leaned down and traced it with her tongue. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Shit,” he hissed, equally dazed. “Lean back. Let me see you.”
She anchored her hands on his thighs. He sighed appreciatively, gripping her hips to hold her steady. Taking his time getting a good look.
Slowly, his hands traversed her curves like a map. First, he cupped her breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples until she cried out. Then, he massaged the soft slope of her belly. She slipped her own hand beneath his. She was eager to feel his thickness, flexing and making space inside her.
“This view,” he moaned. “I could die watching you. I’d be the happiest man.”
Jamie reached between their bodies and made easy circles where he knew she needed it most. He worked her slick, tender bud—sometimes quickly, sometimes infuriatingly slow—until she ached for release.
She sucked her bottom lip and bounced faster.
“Oh, fuck—”
There. So much pressure. So much good. Warm and pulsating and refusing to be ignored. Heat rushed from her belly and up to her throat.
“You can let go, Bee,” he said, voice snagging on each breath. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She rocketed through the atmosphere until she saw stars—not just the ones in the sky.
“Show off for me. You know I need it. I need you…”
“I need you too.” She tossed her head back, letting endorphins drag her higher.
Brinton cried out again. It was, perhaps, the best perk of making love in the countryside. Her body was a drawstring, every muscle cinched at once. She begged to snap, reanimate, and snap again.
Firmly, his hands ground her hips into his as they rolled. “You gonna come for me?”
“Yes, I—”
“You feel like heaven. The best I’ve ever had, Brinton—”
“Jamie—”
Her vision went white, then electric blue. Finally, she let go.
She was free-falling into Earth’s atmosphere as Jamie’s hips punched higher, practically erratic. He pressed her into his chest, then surrendered to her completely in one long, desperate push.
He felt incredible. No—otherworldly. She’d never felt more alive than with his hot, raspy breaths splintering across her neck.
Brinton lay on his chest—legs tingly, his big hands still squeezing her hips—and listened to his pitch-perfect heartbeat.
A steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. It was her new favorite song.
After a few minutes, he brought her water and pulled a quilt over their sweaty, satisfyingly spent bodies.
They lay on their backs, silently marveling at the stars, as if exclusively out for them.
Jamie rolled onto his side, facing her.
“Lordy, woman. That was…”
Beneath the blanket, he traced overlapping hearts onto her obliques.
“Mmm-hmm,” she mused, lazily draping her thigh across his hip.
“If I knew that would happen, I would’ve taken you straight here two weeks ago.”
They both laughed.
“But think of all the fun you would have missed. Like my ass in those shorts.”
He palmed said ass and grinned. “Would have been a real travesty.”
Before she could counter, he eased his tongue into her mouth, moaning softly when she reciprocated.
Slowly, he pulled away. “I could stay here with you all night, but the mosquitoes will tear us up. Let’s get this packed so I can get you back home. And by home, I mean in my bed.”
She gave him a prize-winning smile. “Ah, the grand finale?”
He grinned back, thumbing the curve of her bottom lip. “Bee, I hope there ain’t nothing final about it.”