Page 7 of Patio Lanterns (The Blue Canoe Cottage #1)

He was panting now, white-knuckling both armrests of his chair. She sank to her knees in front of him, and he parted his thighs, allowing her to position herself right where she wanted.

“Oh Jesus,” he whimpered, perhaps offering up a prayer as she nestled her boobs in his lap, pressing and rubbing against the prominent bulge straining hard behind his fly.

Her lips curved into a lusty smile as she worked the buttons of his shirt free, then peeled both sides back.

What a beautiful man. Downy salt-and-pepper hair flared in the centre of his broad chest and tapered further down his belly, trailing darker, more dangerously, into the front of his jeans.

She burrowed her nose in the greying patch of fragrant man fur coating his pecs, trailing wet kisses over his burning skin.

“And last but not least, number five,” she said, flicking one of his nipples with her tongue. “No one will give a flying fuck if we do.”

Her eyes zeroed in on his crotch. She popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped his fly, eager to free his rigid cock from solitary confinement.

With an enthusiastic grunt, he released it for her, and both her mouth and pussy watered at the sight, deliciously thick with a smooth, bulbous head.

She curled her fingers around his heat, delivering long, firm strokes before trapping it between her tits and massaging it with her milky mounds.

He clenched his eyes and threw his head back, nostrils flaring in excited huffs.

“God, Rick, your cock is so fucking beautiful. I could come from looking at it,” she whispered breathily. “But I’m hoping you’ll let me do much more with this bad boy than look.” She looked at him through her lashes. “Pretty please?”

“Oh Christ, yeah,” he panted.

Bowing her head, she licked the sweet bead of moisture that greeted her tongue.

She knew he’d be made of pure man candy and the first lick did not disappoint.

Needing more, she swiped at the tip and all over that glorious mushroom head, eliciting a happy moan from him as his hips flexed upward in response.

Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. She smiled to herself, stretching her lips over his cock.

Eager to please, she started exploring every inch of him through long, slow licks, her tongue swirling and strumming against his hard heat.

It thrilled her to discover exactly what he liked and how he liked it according to his ragged breathing.

He moved his hands lower, finally helping himself to her breasts and gratifying her need to be touched by him.

His large, manly hands cupped and squeezed, the heat of his palms and the desire in his fingertips driving her wild.

As if learning her responses too, he alternated between tenderly feeling the smooth roundness of her tits and firmly kneading their fullness.

He was definitely a quick study; his skilled hands causing her thighs to clamp together to relieve some of the aching pressure building there.

As his teasing, tickling, twisting fingers magicked her nipples stiff, she hummed her pleasure against his cock, encouraging him to give her more.

He sharply sucked in a breath, his body tensing. “Jesus, Robin, you are so fucking good.”

A muffled moan rumbled from her throat in response.

She wavered between wanting to devour him deeper, harder, faster, until he cried out, and needing to stop and save them both for the main event.

Realistically, he likely only had one round in the chamber, so she figured it was better to hold off on pulling the trigger.

With a hard pop, she pulled him out from between her lips.

“As much as I’d love to swallow every last delicious drop of you, I still want to fuck you,” she explained, continuing to pump him.

“I want your hands and mouth all over me. I want to feel your body naked against mine. I want you pounding into me and sucking my pretty titties while I come on your cock.”

He gulped, his eyes wide as he stared at her lips. “Christ, you really have a mouth on you.” His voice rumbled low. “And I mean that in the best possible way.”

In a wild frenzy of lust, he seized her by the arms and pulled her to him.

His mouth came crashing on hers, his hot, insistent tongue plunging between her lips with renewed fervour.

It electrified her knowing, tasting, feeling how badly he wanted her, a certainty that set her on fire, burning so white-hot deep inside that it seared into her bones. It made her want him all the more.

“Fuck, I can’t take much more of this,” he gasped, his breaths coming hard and fast. “I want you in my bed.”

“Or we can stay here and fuck each other’s brains out in the great outdoors.” She bounced her eyebrows. “You and me next to the fire. It’ll be so uninhibited. So primal.”

“But inside is warmer and softer. And more private. I do have neighbours you know…”

She frowned. “I don’t give a shit about your neighbours.”

He laughed softly. “Well, I do.”

“They’ll think it’s nothing but two wild, horny animals in the bush,” she said. “Which we are, aren’t we?”

She plunged her tongue back into his mouth for another round of deep kissing. He palmed her breasts, until the throbbing demands of her deprived pussy were becoming too strong to ignore. “God, I want you so bad,” she whimpered. “Do me, please.”

“I—I want you too…” he stammered, “But, uh… are you on something? Birth control, I mean.”

“Condoms,” she said. “I brought condoms with me.”

“You brought condoms? Here?” he asked. “How did you—?”

“I didn’t,” she said. “That’s why I always pack a few. You just never know.”

“Smart.” He nodded. “Where are they?”

“In my purse. Inside.”

A grin spread across his lips. “Inside, you say?”

She grunted, stood up, and retreated to pick her bra and shirt off the grass. “All right, you win,” she sulked. “We’ll move inside.”

“It’s only because I think you deserve more of my focus and attention, that’s all.” He stood and, with a grimace, carefully arranged himself so he was able to zip up. “I want to make it good for you. I want to take my time touching you, tasting you, exploring your beautiful body.”

Oh. Well, when he put it that way, it was rather endearing.

That was the difference between being with a real man and the guys who were satisfied with a whiplash “hit it and quit it.” And, she had to admit, Rick was probably right.

Rolling around in his bed sounded a hell of a lot more comfortable than getting down on the ground.

Clutching her clothes to her chest, she took a few steps towards the cottage before throwing him a naughty smile over her shoulder. “Last one in is a cunning linguist.”

Like a ravenous bear on honeycomb, he seemed determined not to leave any part of her untasted. She fisted the bedsheets on his California King, writhing as his gently-sucking kisses rained down on her lucky clit, his long fingers gliding in and out of her blissfully pampered pussy.

If her hips lifted off the bed, he gently held her down, reminding her that he wasn’t through taking her to whatever heights he intended her to reach.

Now she understood why Rick had been so adamant about getting upstairs.

The wide receiver, whose head was buried between her quaking thighs, was one hell of a giver.

And now, as she squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed her head against the pillow, she mumbled an incoherent prayer of gratitude that this man was equipped with an unhurried tongue and an aim to please.

That was certainly new, being with someone who took their sweet ass time.

Maybe that was something that came with experience.

Maybe it took time for men to realize that using their tongues and hands were just as important, hell, maybe even more important than using their dicks.

Not that she couldn’t totally go for a good, solid drilling right now.

And Rick’s steely pecker looked like he could definitely drill, baby, drill.

He coaxed increasingly loud moans from her, pinching and flicking one of her nipples in time with the strum of his tongue against her heavy, swollen need.

She hissed, her taut legs shaking and body trembling under his possession. The higher he took her, the tighter she spiraled, and she never wanted him to stop— Oh God, please never stop.

“Ooh yeah, baby, that’s it, come for me,” he commanded as she clenched, and then a mind-blowing surge overtook her. Darkness suddenly became screamingly, blindingly bright, as heaviness gave way to lightness, and every tension broke free.

“Oh fuck,” she cursed and cried out at once, helplessly surrendering, coming undone, rolling with every intensely sweet shudder.

Before every twitch and tremor subsided, her legs wrapped tightly around him, willing him to move above her.

He looked down at her and smiled. He was so handsome; face flushed, hair disheveled, his chin glistening wet, and in that moment, she was quite certain that he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes on.

“I’ve never levitated before tonight,” she told him breathily. “You did that to me.”

“An angel deserves to be set free,” he whispered back.

With a whimper, she pulled him down into her mouth, demanding he now fill her there too. The heady scent of moist, hot sex was heavy on his breath, and she revelled in the taste of her juices coating his lips and buttery tongue. His bobbing cock bumped against her eager pussy, teasing them both.

“Grab one of the condoms, baby,” she grunted, spreading her thighs further apart.

“Already in place.” Then he proved it by sliding hard into her.

How the hell did he manage that? While he deserved heaps of praise for rolling on that rubber in record time, she could form no words with him inside her, moving and stretching and quenching her desire from within.

Moans of pleasure filled her ears as the bedroom became a hedonistic symphony of panting, flesh slapping, and wet plunging in rhythm with a good sound fucking.

Sex had been one of the best things, maybe the only thing, Robin got out of her brief but intense romance with Parker.

But now that she was with a considerate lover like Rick, it was like saying no one made better pasta than Olive Garden and then travelling to Tuscany.

He raised himself up, bracing his arms on either side of her. She clung tightly to him as he bucked wildly, studying his sweaty face as it contorted. No, no, don’t come yet, please don’t come yet…

“I’ve got to… ugh…” he grunted.

Clutching her tight, he skillfully rolled them both over so that Robin was now on top. “I’m so sorry,” he said, looking up at her, “my fucking knees are shit for missionary.”

She reoriented herself, smiling wide in relief. “You scared me. I thought for a moment there you had a short fuse.”

He sank his fingertips into her hips. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m holding back, because you are one hell of a woman,” he said, gripping her tight.

She braced herself against his concrete shoulders, her thighs spread across his broad expanse, and she impaled herself back on his cock. “Mmmm… I think I like this even better.” She rolled her hips tantalizingly slow, seating him deeper.

“Definitely better,” he said, his hips finding a new rhythm. He licked his lips, watching her bodacious boobs bounce in time with his thrusts.

She cradled them, massaging the supple flesh. “You like my tits, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” he growled, his eyes fixed on her. “So big, so beautiful.”

“As good as Playboy?” she asked, the friction of her fingertips wheedling her nipples into dual puckered peaks.

“Better than the fucking Playmate of the Year,” he said.

Very much liking his appraisal, she leaned over and gripped the back of his headboard.

Her nipples grazed the sandpapery whiskers covering his unshaven cheeks and chin, and he latched onto one hardened nub as his hands lifted and squeezed both of her breasts.

Much to her ecstasy, he continued his sensual massaging, fingers plucking at one stiffened nipple while his hungry mouth sucked greedily on the other.

It felt so fucking good she had to reel in what was left of her sanity and remind herself to breathe.

As he ravished her tits, she tormented his cock, slowly sliding up his shaft then sinking down and plunging him in deeper.

Dizzy with lust, she was under the influence of his hands, his mouth, his moans.

She lost herself in a haze of heat as she succumbed to his rhythm, to the sensation of how well they fit together.

To the rapturous feeling that their first time would definitely not be the last time.

To the knowing that the instant it came to an end, she would be yearning to feel this with him all over again.

With frenzied intent, he seesawed his hips, driving into her harder and faster.

Blood pounded in her ears as the building pressure twisted, turned, and tightened until suddenly, it all unravelled.

She clenched him on the inside and clutched at him on the outside and cried out his name, shuddering in ecstasy moments before he did the same.

Heaving a happy, satisfied sigh, she lightly placed a kiss on Rick’s lips before gently easing herself down next to him on the bed. “Number six,” she said, curling around his body. “I just thought of a sixth reason why we should most definitely have sex tonight.”

Breathing hard, he enfolded her in his arms and pulled her in closer. “And what’s that?”

She smiled as she snuggled into his chest, his heartbeat echoing under her ear. “It’s gonna rock our fucking worlds.”