Page 26 of Patio Lanterns (The Blue Canoe Cottage #1)
He lowered his head and lifted the underside of her heavy breast, bringing it closer to his mouth.
With a sudden gust of heated breath, he blew on her taut nipple before drawing it into his mouth and closing his lips around it.
She fisted his hair, holding his head in place, the flat of his tongue strumming her flesh while his huge, kneading hand massaged the other breast. Gasping, she tingled from head to toe, the pressure building between her thighs.
“Wait,” she panted, opening her eyes. “Let me get on top.”
His eyes flashed dark with desire. “Like in the shower?” In a heartbeat, he’d adjusted the angle of the chair so that they were sitting nearly upright.
She maneuvered around to straddle his tree trunk thighs, and it aroused her to no end to be in the sexually dominant position.
She felt totally in control, seated regally on his lap, as if she were a queen upon the throne of her king.
She looked down at him and smiled. “This okay for you?”
“More than okay,” he said, tugging at the belt still fastened at her waist. He parted both sides of her robe, mesmerized at the bobbling flesh of its contents. “Way more than okay.”
Her shoulders fell back, and the robe slipped down her arms, the thick velvet pooling around her naked body. He took his sweet damn time devouring the sight of her breasts, driving her wild with anticipation until his heated palms finally closed around them.
His touch was firm yet tender. As he fondled one boob, he suckled at the other, the gentle scrape of his teeth and the swirl of his tongue around her nipple shooting flaming arrows of desire straight to her core.
His hands and mouth moved slowly, deliberately, as if exploring her breasts for the first time, yet already knowing precisely what she needed from him.
She pried her eyes open, looking down to watch him feasting on her tits like a man starved.
He ravenously sucked at one nipple, while rolling and flicking the other stiffened nub with his fingers, his ministrations plucking the invisible strings directly tied to her heavy, bulging clit.
Her hands desperately pulled at his shirt as he twisted and tightened the screws of her desire deep inside. So close.
Dizzy with want, she reached down between them and grasped his hot, stiff cock through the fabric of his shorts, massaging up and down the thick length of his fully formed hard-on.
She felt up its deliciously firm head, so plump and ready, causing her to shudder as she envisioned sliding down on it.
He released her nipple from his lips with a delectable pop. “You want that cock, baby?” he rasped, kissing her neck hungrily. “Are you aching to feel it filling your sweet, wet pussy?”
Oh fuck. Dirty talk. Now he was using her arsenal of erotic weaponry against her.
“No cock until you come.” He redirected her attention, pushing the sides of her tits together and lustfully sucking both nipples into his hot mouth at once like a fucking Hoover.
That did it. The sight, the sounds, the sensations—it was too much to take.
She gasped as her body stiffened. Tossing her head back, her pressure-tensed hips locked as she finally caught up to the exquisite release she’d been chasing. “Oh fuck,” she cried out.
He reached down, rubbing her slippery, throbbing clit with the heel of his hand as his fingers fed her starving pussy.
She grinded against the welcome friction.
“Ohhh yeah, that’s it,” he urged, cutting through the dirty, wet suctioning sound of his fingers pounding into her.
“Ride it out, baby. Ride it all the way home.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, an intense burst of pleasure rocketing her to the stars. Her body trembled as she continued to unravel, spinning, twisting, and finally, floating boneless, weightless, as if suspended in a sumptuous bed above the clouds.
“Now look at what you made me do,” she mewled, a lazy smile playing at the corners of her mouth as the spasms subsided.
“Miss July is filled with all sorts of wonders,” he said, looking up at her.
“Mmm, yes, she is.” Her gaze slipped down to the material straining to hold back his raging hard-on. “And speaking of filling, a promise is a promise,” she said. “These clothes of yours need to go.”
She tugged at his t-shirt, helping to lift it over his head before she tossed it aside. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, down his firm pecs, playing in the field of soft, crinkly chest hair she’d been craving to touch since seeing him shirtless in the backyard.
He pulled down his shorts with one fast tug. His cock sprang free of its restraints, leaping up so fast that it slapped against his belly. “Oh my,” she hummed, her tongue wetting her lips as she closed her hand around it. “Is this big boy all for me?”
“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” he said through gritted teeth as she stroked the steely ridges of his fattened cock.
Raising herself above him, she denied her quivering pussy the instant gratification of a quick penetration.
Instead, she used the fiery tip of his penis like a paintbrush, dipping it into her juices until coated, then playfully smearing the slick creaminess back and forth and around her puffy clit.
He grunted in frustration, hoisting his hips toward her heat.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” he wheezed.
She felt for her robe, slipping her hand inside the pocket and producing the prized foil packet. “Voila!” she said, holding it up. “May I?”
He hesitated. “I’d better do it,” he heaved, taking the condom from her and tearing it open. “You’ve got me so fucking worked up already.”
He rolled it on with painstaking care. At his signal, she aligned herself above his sheathed cock and lowered herself down, easing him inside her.
She shuddered at the sensation of his thick length filling her, the exquisite pressure of being stretched taking her breath away.
They both moaned aloud, savouring the pure ecstasy of being together.
“Oh God, this,” she cooed, “this is what I needed.” Her eyes locked in with his baby blues, darkened with desire.
The vantage point of towering above him drove her wild, and she was getting off on the power trip of controlling their mutual pleasure like the wanton vixen she was.
She set the pace, and he quickly fell in line with her rhythm, meeting every gyration of her hips with a primal pumping of his own.
She kissed him wildly, the aftershocks of her orgasm building stronger with the increased friction of his buried cock.
Deep wasn’t nearly deep enough anymore, not where their mouths were fused, not where his hands pressed into her flesh, not even where their bodies were locked together.
It had never been quite like this with anyone before.
Never had she felt so much, so deeply, so hard, so fast. Never had she needed someone so badly, wanted to take everything they had to offer, and give back so much of herself in return.
Her tits bounced and slapped as she rode him like a woman possessed, focused on the sensation of him filling her, retreating, and driving into her again and again. She shuddered, feeling the heat of him everywhere.
Breathing fast and heavy, his hardened muscles pulled tighter, and with a gasp, shuddered and exploded with pleasure. As his cock pulsed deep within her, she pulled him to new depths, rocking against him until he stilled.
“Christ,” he wheezed, the side of his hot face pressed to her breasts as they both came down from the intense rush. His heart was beating so hard, so fast, she felt it knocking into her own chest. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get better with you.”
She smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He maintained a grip on the condom as she delicately extricated herself. “Uh, I’m just gonna…” he said, pointing toward the hallway.
She nodded, gently sliding off her perch on his lap. With some effort, Rick peeled his hot body from the chair’s upholstery and padded naked across the room toward the bathroom. She heard a flush, and moments later, he returned.
Naked, he was starkly beautiful, his broad athletic physique still defined by its muscular tone and harmonious proportions.Aware that she was gawking at him— again , but this time in plain view—she could not tear her eyes away. He was all man. “You are so gorgeous,” she sighed.
He smiled, standing boldly in front of her, not appearing to be embarrassed or shy as she continued her unabashed admiration of his body.
Probably because while she was studying him, his own gaze drifted over her exposed curves and contours.
“And you are such a desirable woman. My God, it’s no wonder I can’t get enough of you,” he said. “You are breathtaking.”
A sudden warm flush heated her cheeks. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. And the way he said it, so tenderly and wholeheartedly, made her feel more treasured than she’d ever felt. Breathtaking. It truly took her breath away.