Chapter 21
Sabine
We shared a silent moment, letting the tension between us grow and take on a life of its own.
Every touch or look lingered to test the water.
I brushed my thumb down Gwen’s cheek, then tilted her chin up for our eyes to meet.
Hers searched mine for a long moment and I wondered if she had some sort of psychic ability that drew her attention to my mouth.
Kiss me, I internally begged. Please, kiss me.
She leaned in, pausing a breath away. “Is this okay?”
How could I answer that without any oxygen in my lungs?
“Yeah,” I managed to huff out.
Our lips touched, slow and sweet. Fireworks exploded in my gut as her tender touch became more confident.
I knew I should take it slow, coax out this new experience, but my eagerness was getting the better of me.
As much as I loved a slow ravishing, I wanted to hold her spent body in my arms after making her moan my name over and over again.
Gwen made a wanton hum that vibrated against my lips, and I took it as a green light to deepen our kiss. I smoothed my hand up her thigh to the hem of her shorts, loving the feeling of her silky-soft skin under my fingertips.
Quick, gentle touches and smoldering kisses gave way to seeking fingers and imploring tongues.
I thanked all the stars that she was meeting me with equal fervor because I was desperate to unravel her.
She gripped my hip, willing me to pull my body over hers.
We giggled as we toppled over, finding our balance in this new position.
The canoe wasn’t my ideal place to be intimate, but it was far from prying eyes—and owls.
Her legs spread just enough for me to wedge between them as her hands traveled up the back of my shirt. She dragged her nails across my skin and it erupted with goose bumps.
A rumble escaped my throat.
I needed her more than ever.
I pulled at the ribbing of her hoodie in a silent request for her to take it off. Unfortunately, that meant I had to stop kissing her to guide it up and over her head. Placing it carefully on the seat behind me, I turned to look down at the beautiful woman wrapping herself around my hips.
Fuck. She was perfect. Her white crop top clung to her chest, giving me the outline of her peaked nipples underneath. I pushed the hem up her stomach, edging both of us when I stopped just below the swell of her breasts. I planted kisses between her ribs and down to her navel.
She giggled and squirmed. “I’m ticklish.”
“Here?” I pressed my lips to her belly again and she bucked.
“Yes!”
I smiled, leaning down to see if I could make her laugh like that again. But she cupped the back of my neck and pulled my face to hers for a distracting kiss. With minds of their own, our hands explored until a new fever set in.
The waistband of her pajama shorts gave me easy access to her glorious body.
I could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten, but her lips on mine didn’t slow.
I slipped my hand under the thin fabric and let my fingers inch down her smooth skin to the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
Her breath caught in her throat as the pads of two fingers brushed over her clit.
All of my senses were reeling between wanting to take things slow and needing to tear our clothes off so I could devour her with only the fireflies and bats as witnesses.
A needy moan escaped her, and it was all the confirmation I needed. My fingertips circled her clit slowly, earning me another delicious sound of desperation. I dipped two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, working in and out while my thumb put pressure on her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Her words echoed into my mouth as her body shuddered. “Sabine.”
I matched my strokes with the rhythm of her breaths until she was writhing.
I braced my hand on the bottom of the boat so I could hover over her.
I wanted to watch her come apart for me, wanted to see what my touch was doing to her.
My own core clenched and fluttered as her mouth formed an O, her breath catching in her throat.
She was so close to climax, and I swore I could have gone over the edge with her just from the sounds she was making for me.
Heady arousal filled me, my heart hammering in my throat.
“I love the way I make you moan,” I whispered, and her eyes met mine. “The way I make you come.” It was half croon, half demand, as I knew she was so close.
“I’m—” Her focus to stay glued to me, but her orgasm overtook her and her lids drooped. “I—”
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, the muscles constricting then relaxing until her whole body melted in ecstasy.
Slowly, I pulled out of her, bringing my soaked fingers to my tongue and sucking her tangy release from them.
She watched hungrily as I licked them clean, and then she pulled me down to taste herself in our kiss.
When she leaned back, her eyes were still swimming in a post-climax haze. “Wow. Do they teach sex magic in year two or . . . ?”
An explosion of laughter burst between us. I lay down next to her, and the boat rocked as she settled into my side.
“That was a private lesson,” I said, kissing her temple. “One of many. I hope.”
“I very much hope so too.” She sighed and wrapped her arm around my middle.
“We should head back before anyone realizes we’re gone,” I grumbled, noting the moon’s position above the tree canopy. It was close to two a.m. at least, and even though I wished we could spend the rest of the night together, Gwen yawned then shivered against me.
“Just a little longer?” Her words were low and thick.
Unable to contain my grin, I nodded. “A few more minutes.”
Those minutes turned into hours, and I couldn’t bring myself to return, not when my heart was cracking open. Not when my world was tilting. Not when I was falling in love.