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“Turned on.”
He drops the tie, sliding his hands across my skin, branding me and making me want them on my breasts and teasing between my thighs. He works my bra free as I undo his buttons in an urgent dance.
I push his shirt down his arms, and my pussy clenches at the sight. “You’re so gorgeous,” I mutter.
It’s an oath and curse.
“Ditto.”
His thumbs graze my nipples, just a soft brush. They’re on their best behavior, sitting up, begging for his attention. And he gives it willingly. Bending, he sucks one needy peak into his mouth. I hold on to his biceps for balance, gasping as my nerve endings catch fire. My pussy is so wet, so ready for his touch. And every tug of that masterful mouth adds fuel to the flame.
“I need you,” I moan.
He shucks his shirt, tossing it into the pile, then scoops me up, laying me flat on my back. Gosh, I love how well he listens.
There’s no cat-and-mouse game, just mutual pleasure.
He moves over me again, lips roving, tasting my skin. I arch beneath him as I reach for his pants. He’s too far away and moving farther as he navigates the length of my body.
The space isn’t big enough for both of us, so I crawl backward, settling against the pillows. He gives me a smoking hot look that singes my panties.
“What do you need, Beauty?”
“Your mouth.”
Fuck. The way it curves up at the corner in that knowing smirk. I rake a hand through his hair. He leans into my touch, eyes closing as he savors it.
Once again, I’m struck silly at the tenderness in him. And now that I know more of his secrets, it makes total sense. Of course, he’s big and tough and protective and also gentle and kind.
He drops a kiss between my breasts, lips nibbling their way south. I suck in a breath. He licks a circle around my belly button, and a giggle bubbles up my throat. My body flushes with heat as he licks me through the lace of my panties.
My hips lift, offering myself to him. Needing more of his tongue, those lips. But he seems genuinely happy to lay there and tease me, working my clit through the fabric until I’m a panting mess. Until the fabric is completely soaked.
Only then does he peel my underwear away, leaving me completely naked and at his mercy. Which I’m perfectly okay with.
“Fucking heaven,” he murmurs and presses a kiss against my left knee.
My jaw drops at that first unencumbered swipe of his tongue against my slit.Oh yes.I’ve needed this so badly.
He settles against the bed, draping an arm over my midsection, holding me still. Not that I’m going anywhere. Certainly not when he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, delighting my nerves.
I spread my thighs, making as much room for him as possible, driving my pussy against his waiting mouth. His groan is wicked, and I love the way it bounces off the cabin around us.
He delves deeper, spearing me. My head falls back, and I go boneless. Why does this feel so good? My jaw drops, a cry of pleasure on my lips. I don’t want it to end. I want his mouth on me, those powerful hands, the dark glint in his eyes as he watches me slowly unravel forever and ever.
I bite my lip and cup my breasts, needing more. More touches, more sensation, more heat, more everything. It’s greedy and perfect and wonderful. Each pinch of my fingers mirrors a flick of his tongue. And then he drives two fingers inside me, stretching me wide.
I curl forward, a myriad of words tumbling from my lips along with needy sounds. I’m not the least bit embarrassed. That’s what he does to me. Gives me confidence and acceptance and strength.
And touches me. Just. Right.
My pussy tightens around his fingers, holding them where I want them. Where I need them. And he keeps on making love to me with his mouth like he can’t get enough and won’t ever stop.
I’m the luckiest woman on the planet. Fully aware of it.
And as the pleasure of my orgasm peaks and then spills over, limbs tingling, nerves quivering, I cry out his name. He groans against me, curling his fingers forward to brush my G-spot. I’m split wide and see stars. My body tightens endlessly, clamping down around him, curling in before blowing apart. Melting. Falling. Sinking back.
“So fucking good,” he says, lips glistening with my release.