CHAPTER 27 #2
“If I keep going, you won’t be able to stand.
” He reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting my legs to his sides.
His cock pressed against me as any coherent thought left my body.
He pulled us away from the tree and walked us over to the small grassy area under the tree, then lowered us down slowly; his arm wrapped around my back, making sure I didn’t hit the ground too hard.
The grass beneath us was plush and tender, cradling us as we lay together.
Both arms now braced his weight, holding his body a couple of inches from mine.
He lowered his head and began trailing kisses down my neck, shoulders, and breasts, which were rising and falling with each needy breath I took.
Taking the tip of one into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it and then sucked, pulling it slightly.
A gasp slipped from me as I met his gaze; he held the tip of my nipple between his teeth, smiling up at me with unmistakable mischief.
Fuck. That look alone almost sent me over the edge.
His mouth wandered from my breasts down to my stomach, leaving a trail of small, tender kisses in its wake.
He reached the waistband of my dress and his gaze flicked to mine, hooking his fingers under the fabric.
Taking in a deep breath, I nodded at him, unable to speak; the branches above me silently danced as I closed my eyes.
So many thoughts were running through my mind, but at the same time, nothing filled my head.
I could only feel him. I could only see him.
He gently tugged the waistband down, exposing everything except the silky pair of black undergarments that covered my most vulnerable parts.
“Look at me, Avyn.” He said with quiet authority.
I slowly opened my eyes, lowering them down to where he waited, positioned between my thighs.
“I want to see you unravel when I touch you.”
My breath caught in my throat. Fuck.
He lowered his head and laid gentle kisses on the edge of the black lacey undergarment, then moved his mouth on top of them, trailing down.
The anticipation was building. His eyes never left mine, and then he lowered his mouth.
Small kisses pressed on the hidden bundle of nerves, and I gasped in response to the sensation that was now consuming me.
His fingers grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and he slowly pulled them down my legs, following their path with kisses.
I was so exposed. This was the most anyone has ever seen of me; I was completely bared to him, but I didn’t want to cover up.
I just wanted him. My breathing became shallow, and the cool night air nipped at my skin, causing the tips of my breasts to peak.
“So, fucking beautiful.” And he moved his hand between my legs, running it slowly up my thigh, until finally he reached me. His hand slid against my folds, and I trembled.
“So wet, so ready.” His husky voice rasped the words as he gently played at my entrance, and my body arched at the contact.
“So needy.” He said, and then, slowly, tantalizingly pushed a finger into me.
I moaned, having never felt anything like this before.
My breathing was ragged, uncontrolled, as he slid his finger in deeper.
But then he retreated, and I looked at him, wondering why he was stopping, until he pushed it back in.
I arched again, and all the air rushed from my lungs.
He moved his finger in and out in a rhythmic motion, and my breath caught again as he slid another finger in, stretching me, and a deep, shivering moan escaped me, drawn from somewhere I didn’t know I had.
His fingers curled inside me, and his thumb rubbed tiny circles over my most delicate part.
The feeling, the pressure, the electricity, it was building, my body continued arching on its own, pushing into his hands, greedily wanting more.
Heat rose throughout me; I couldn’t catch my breath; it was all too much.
“Do you know how much it turns me on to know I am the only one who has ever touched you here?” He pushed his fingers deeper, moving them faster, curling them just right, “Let go for me, Avyn.” A whisper of a demand.
My name on his lips was my undoing. I was not sure what was happening, but every sensation became too much until finally everything tightened and then released, as he pushed me over the edge.
Pleasure coursed through me, and I cried out, lost in it, squeezing my eyes shut at the uncontrollable feeling spreading throughout me.
“Fuck I need you, Avyn.” He said while removing his fingers from me.
I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, unbuttoning his dress coat, sliding it off, and tossing it aside.
He reached down and pulled the bottom of his shirt over his head, exposing his tanned skin, muscles, and scar trailing below his pant line; he must have been sculpted from an image of a god, because no man could look this good, but here he was, standing in front of me, about to devour my heart and soul.