Chapter 23 #3
I silence her with a hard look as I unbutton my shirt, arching over her, and once I’ve shucked that off, I start on my jeans.
Her eyes track the movement and she licks her lips, the damn flirt.
I undo my belt, and her eyes stay locked on that.
Ah. Maybe we have a spanking date with that leather.
But later. Not here in this place. I don’t want to find out if the damn dire wolf takes exception to a man with his woman over his lap, even if it is for consensual fun times.
I smirk, dropping my hands. The disappointment in her eyes is fucking stunning. “Easy, Winnie. We can play like that another night. I promise.”
Her gaze lifts to mine, dark and full of need. Her fingers flex over her head, and her hips wiggle.
The hint is clear. She’ll have to wait.
I press one palm to her stomach, gliding my other up and down her inner thighs over her jeans. Her soft, frustrated mewls are our soundtrack as her nipples pebble and stiffen.
“What would you do if I didn’t touch you at all?” I murmur.
Her shuddering breath is a torturous joy, her hips rising in protest. I push down gently on her stomach, just enough to keep her pinned.
My cock responds, straining in my pants.
Precum leaks from the head. I push my hand inside my jeans as she watches, her lips parting, and fist myself leisurely.
Each pump is perfect. I imagine spilling myself over her breasts, giving in to the need to come to the image of her spread out before me.
Fighting back the urge to tease the fuck out of her and edge her for hours, I push my jeans down, shove my own desire back, and then lean in and kiss her mouth.
Her open lips part for me, her mouth wet and hot and ready.
“Fuck, Winnie,” I mutter when her tongue seeks mine, sliding sweetly alongside in gentle waves. I pull back to stare hard into her eyes. “How fucking wet will you be if I tease you right now?”
Her cheeks stain a deep red, but she only arches for another kiss.
I give her what she wants, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple.
I don’t need to follow through on the threat; we both know the answer.
Winnie’s legs part for me as I work the zip on her skintight jeans and roll them down her legs.
The scent of her slaps me. I’m on my knees with my head buried in between her thighs without a second’s thought.
The lacy thong she’s worn is soaked through when my tongue strokes over the soft material that matches her bra.
I groan into her flesh when her nails dig into my scalp, breaking my rules.
Warm skin grinds on slicked skin. The taste of her is too sweet and salty to give up for the moment, so I let her have her fun, riding my face to seek her own pleasure.
The moment she comes, too fast from our teasing, I suck her clit through the lace, which must be almost too much on the oversensitized nub, and pin her wrists to the blanket beside her body.
Winnie writhes beneath me, struggling as I hold her in place, licking and sucking at that overstimulated point.
Her legs, trapped in her half-peeled-off tight jeans, aren’t much help.
Her wail is muffled as she bites her shoulder and buries her face in what sounds like the blanket, but she doesn’t last long.
Within seconds, she comes again on my tongue, this orgasm so much harder on her than the last. Heat and slick burst across my lips.
I lap her up, avoiding the bundle of nerves I just tormented into oblivion.
“Fuck,” she whispers, panting for me. “I can’t—that’s not possible—”
I release one wrist and slide a finger into her heat, still licking her swollen flesh. Her yelp tells me she’s tender and ready.
“Oh, hell on a honey stick,” Winnie murmurs, chanting the words over again. “West, please—”
“Come for me once more and I will,” I promise her, gliding my finger inside her tight pussy. “Give me everything, Winnie, and I’ll fuck you until this is all you know.”
Her legs try to draw up tight, but I trap them beneath me and add another finger. She whimpers at the stretch, trying to widen her legs for me. The sight of her pussy clenching around my fingers is glorious.
“Come for me, Winnie,” I murmur, knowing I won’t last much longer watching swollen flesh. “You can do this, beautiful.”
Another whimper, and she shatters. Her cry echoes off the mountainside as she bears down on my hand, rolling her hips and taking me deep.
“I need you, cowboy,” she demands. “Dammit, West. Right. Now.”
I grin, shoving her jeans all the way down and then mine. “Yes, ma’am.” I notch myself at her drenched entrance and slide all the way in, relishing the stretch of her around me.
Winnie’s muffled cry against my collarbone will be the sound I’ll remember for months to come whenever we’re apart.
I cup the back of her head, letting her rest against my palm so my knuckles are between her and the blanket over the hard surface beneath her head once I’m seated all the way inside her.
“That’s damn tight, girl. You okay with this?” I want to move. I want to fuck her hard. But I’m also scared I’ll hurt her.
“I need you to move, West,” she whispers. “Fast and hard like I’m yours forever. Pretend?”
I stare at her as my cock swells inside her.
“There’s no pretending here.” I withdraw all the way and slam back home, pulling out to watch her try to gasp for breath, and then stealing it all over again.
Over and over until she’s panting and feral and a hot whimpering mess beneath me, unable to say my name or remember hers.
And when she comes for me, Winnie falls apart, gushing enough to coat us both.
I promise myself I’ll lap her clean before she sleeps, but I’m halfway through the thought when my balls tingle.
Her heels dig into my thighs, urging me deeper.
I ride her hard, plunging fast and deep, earning every cry until her pussy grips me, wet and hot again.
She milks me with her next orgasm, sobbing into my shoulder.
Those cries are my everything, and hers.
Soul etches to soul in an unspoken agreement that means more than any words can say.
I hold her tight to me and coat her fluttering walls with my seed, marking her as mine here in a place that left its mark on me so long ago.
And now it knows her as mine too.