Before long, she was pumping her hips, riding his face, caring about nothing but chasing down the bliss he offered, spearing her alternately with his tongue and fingers, sucking, licking, biting. With a final scream, she lifted her face to the sky, only vaguely aware of the white balls of light streaking above them.
Make a wish, a little voice said in the back of her head.
I wish this never had to end.
Her body was still shaking with aftershocks when he used his powerful arms to lift and reposition her over his body, and then he curled around her. Such an odd and wonderful sensation to have his warm, hard, and still-clothed body beneath her, her bare back exposed to the night.
“That was ...” She searched for words to describe how she felt and came up lacking, finally going with, “Amazing.”
“Good.”
She expected him to want something in return, but he just lay there with his eyes closed. One large hand flexed over her ass; the other was stroking masterfully along the curve of her back. Incredibly, even after her powerful orgasm, she was still turned on. Feeling the hard bulge pressing into her belly only stoked the fire. She wanted that inside her.
With that in mind, she kissed him, deep and slow, reveling in the taste of herself upon his lips. Then, she started to work her way down his body, much the way he had hers. She nibbled along his stubbled jawline, over the pulse points in his neck. When she reached his collarbone, her hand slipped up under his T-shirt. The feel of hot skin and short, coarse hair delighted her.
“Stop,” he rasped, grasping her hand. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to.”
He didn’t release her.
“Please, Nick. Let me do this.”
They remained frozen like that for so long that she thought he was going to deny her the pleasure, but then his grip relaxed. She wasted no time in resuming her exploration. She was anxious to get him to the point of no return, just as he had done to her. Once he’d started working his magic, there was no way she could have stopped him.
She pushed the hem of his T-shirt upward, uttering a command, “Off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He took care of the shirt while she made good use of her hands and mouth. Once the offensive material was removed, she pressed her upper body against him, taking pleasure in the feel of masculine hair against her sensitive breasts.
She continued working her way downward. He inhaled sharply, his abs tucking inward, when she tongued around his navel.
“Bree ...” Her name was a whispered prayer on his lips.
“Shh ... unless you really want me to stop.”
She held her breath, genuinely hoping he did want her to continue. When seconds ticked by and he said nothing more, she happily moved southward. With the weight of her upper body resting on his muscular thighs, she undid the clasp of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper, thrilled to discover he’d gone commando after his swim.
Anxious as she was, she took a few moments to lick along the exposed skin of his hardened shaft and tongue the tip.
He groaned and raised his hips, lifting her in the process. She laughed at his impatience, understanding his blatant nudge so well. She tugged the jeans down over his hips. When his cock sprang free, she forgot about his jeans and eagerly wrapped both hands around it. Velvety soft skin around hot, hard iron. That was what it felt like. Desire once again flared, making her mouth water and her pussy wet at the same time.
“Boots,” he bit out. “Off.”
Taking pleasure in the fact that her soft-spoken trail guide had been reduced to barking single-worded commands, she was willing to comply. But first ... she leaned down, took him into her mouth, and sucked hard, the way he had done with her breasts. His hips bucked, and he growled in warning.
She loved that sound.
She relinquished him with a pop and turned around, so she was straddling him, facing away, and set to work on his boots. Another sound, this one deep and guttural, hit her ears just before his hands gripped the sides of her hips and pulled her backward and over his face. Once again, she was treated to the ecstasy of those talented lips and tongue at her center.
Forgetting the boots, she leaned forward and began her own onslaught. It felt so good, pleasuring him while he was pleasuring her, an erotic dance of give and take. The only thing that could possibly feel better was having that iron thickness deep inside her. Surging forward, she tried to do just that.
“Stop,” he commanded, his powerful hands preventing her from getting where she needed to be. “As much as I would love to be inside you, I don’t have a condom.”
Shit! She’d been so caught up in her own lust, wanted to impale herself on him so badly, that she hadn’t thought about safety.
“I ...” She wanted to tell him that she didn’t care. That she was clean. That she trusted he was, too, but he had been right. Having unprotected sex wasn’t a good idea, especially since she wasn’t on any form of birth control.
Instead, she resumed her task with renewed gusto. Before long, they were both tensing and grunting and riding the highs of spectacular Os.
“Come here,” he coaxed softly.
Without hesitation, she turned her body around and tucked her face into his neck as his arms wrapped around her. Neither of them said anything for a long time, but that was fine. Bree was content to float back down to earth right where she was.
Eventually, she took pity on him. Lying on the hard platform with her weight atop him couldn’t feel good on his back despite the fact
