She just needed a fucking lead.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed through her lips and assaulted her mouth with passionate desperation. He rolled to his back, pulling her body over his.
They fit together like an old leather driving glove. A little tight to pull on, but once settled against the skin, it was as if it had never been removed.
She straddled his waist and rose up, lifting the shirt hem.
His fingers dug into her thighs, and his dark eyes widened with delight the second she tossed the piece of clothing to the side.
Immediately his hands reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. He pressed his hot lips against the space between her breasts. His thumbs and index fingers pinching and twisting each nipple.
She cradled his head in her hands, guiding his mouth to one of her exposed tits and stared at him while she slowly and deliberately rolled her hips.
He hissed. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her off him and flipped her on to her back with a thud.
“Umph.”
“Sorry, but not really,” he said with an amused smile. He jumped to his feet, kicking off his sweats.
“Then you won’t be mad when I do this.”
She knelt in front of him, slipping her fingers into the front of his underwear.
“I could never be mad when your hands are…oh, dear Lord,” he said with a throaty groan.
Cupping him with one hand, she gently ran the other one up and down the length of him, his hard skin soft and supple. She watched in glorious wonderment as she stroked and massaged him. She’d had a couple of short-lived affairs in the last few months, but not only did they mean nothing, they weren’t very satisfying.
A slow, warm shiver weaved up her body like an ocean lapping at the shore.
He pooled her hair on top of her head.
She glanced up at him and smiled just as she flicked her tongue out, rolling it over the tip.
“Oh fuck,” he said, tossing his head back and holding her hair a little tighter. “Sweet Jesus, you’re good at that.”
“You said that our first night together.” Closing her eyes, she took more into her mouth, concentrating on the groans and hissing noises coming from his as well as the way his hand tugged slightly at her hair. He never pushed or forced her. She always figured that was his way of keeping some kind of composure.
“And I wasn’t lying. Best I’ve ever…oh, my motherfucking God.” He tugged her head, pulling her off him, and dropped to his knees, shoving his tongue deep in her mouth, swirling around, finding every crevice. His hands fumbled with her thong as he pushed her to her back, pulling the flimsy undergarment to her ankles and tossing them across the tent. He rested her legs over his shoulders and licked his lips. “It’s not completely shaved like it used to be, and let me tell you, I love it.” He didn’t waste any time diving between her legs.
A wave a dizziness filled her brain. She blinked. And blinked again, trying to make the tent stop spinning, but it didn’t work.
She dropped her head back and tried to take in a deep breath, but with his hands on her breasts, and his tongue swirling over her hard nub, it became impossible.
He continued to tease her, bringing her body close to the edge, only to pull back and not let her go over. He’d been a master at bringing her to the kind of climax that went on for a good ten minutes. It was never just one orgasm. It was five or six, one right after the other, never giving her a rest in between. It built up deep in her gut, growing from a tropical storm into a category five hurricane that covered her entire body.
“Oh, dear, God,” she said, stiffening her lower body and gritting her teeth. If she wasn’t mistaken, he chuckled.
Which only made her stomach tighten more. Her toes curled, and she dug her heels into his ass. Her fingers dug into the scalp of his head as she tossed hers back and forth. “Why do you do this to me?”
He lifted his head, licking his lips, and smiled. “Because I can and because you love it.”
“Oh, fucking yes, I do.”
He slipped two fingers inside, curling them upward, reaching the sweet spot while his tongue danced on her hard nub like a feather floating in the air. He nipped at it with his teeth, sending her over the edge for the first time.
“Yes,” she whispered as the first wave made her tummy quiver.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Stop torturing me.”
He chuckled. “Babe, you live for me to torture you.” He sat between her legs, teasing and tasting, plucking and twisting until she called out his name over and over again.
“Please,” she begged. Her body shook like a herd of elephants on the run from a group of hungry lions. Each orgasm more intense than the other and her mind, body, and soul braced for final impact.
“Gladly.” He lifted her off the floor, turning her to all fours, spreading her legs, and easing inside.
She arched her back, leaning into him, raising up on her knees, and reaching behind her so she could wrap her hands around his neck.
He grabbed ahold of her breasts, squeezing them tight as he drove himself deep inside her. She had to fall forward, pressing her hands against the ground just to remain upright.
“Jag,” she whispered, her body betraying her as another climax tore through her muscles. It was so intense she shifted forward, stretching out on her stomach.
He rammed into her three times before arching his back and groaning. He held that position for a good minute before he slowly lowered himself to
