He placed his hands on either side of my face, guiding my head, trying to take control. I released his cock and flicked the tip of my tongue around the swollen head.
“Hands by your side, cowboy.”
I grabbed his hands and held them firm. Lowering my head, I took his silky balls into my mouth one at a time. The wobble of his legs told me more than any words could. He was as lost to me as I was to him.
He let out a long, slow whistle and ripped himself free before pulling me to my feet. “This wasn’t how I imagined my first time with you.”
Slowly and thoroughly, my fingernails ran through his chest hair and explored the rise and fall of his muscled abdomen. The way his body shuddered at my touch was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“What did you imagine?” I asked.
“I’d rather show you than tell you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
A pink flush colored his cheeks. “Not here. Someone might come by.”
I tilted my head and smiled. “Are you blushing? Who’s the paranoid one now?”
“I’m not much for public displays of affection.”
I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and gently squeezed. “Too late for that.”
“We should go back to the house where I can show you exactly what I’ve been imagining.” He cleared his throat and swallowed hard.
“Nuh-uh. We’re staying right here.”
Surprise showed in his eyes. “Where’s the woman I met a few days ago? The one who thought the world was out to get her?”
“I told her to take a hike for a while.” The impatience in my words was evident. I stepped back and pulled off my sports bra. The murmured “hot damn” under his breath made me grin, and I especially enjoyed how his cock jerked and jumped at the sight of my tits.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. “You sure this is what you want, Montana? Here and now?”
I licked my lips and shoved down my panties. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better get over here.” He pulled me into his arms. His hard, naked body against my soft, squishy one was the most exquisite feeling in the world, and something I could easily get hooked on.
He caught my lips in a deep, rough kiss that hid nothing about what he wanted and how he wanted it.
Somehow, we ended up on the blanket in a mess of skin and limbs. And somehow, I ended up on top of him with his cock trapped between my legs, the flared head massaging my clit.
I let out a shuddering breath and straddled him but didn’t allow him to penetrate me. His cock lay along the length of my folds, and I moved back and forth.
To anchor myself, I splayed my hands on his chest and dug my fingers into his skin. Dylan reached up and swept his fingertips over my nipples until they were rock hard and throbbing. He pinched, and my gasp of surprise turned into a throaty moan.
“You like that.”
“What makes you say that?”
“This,” he said and tweaked hard. Heat flowed from my breasts down to my clit. Goosebumps dotted my skin. I needed to feel him inside me, thrusting, fucking, making me scream.
“I bet I could make you come just from playing with your tits alone.” He positioned his hands under my breasts and took their full weight in his palms. His thumbs circling around and around my aching nipples.
“With the way I’m feeling, you probably could.” Giddiness mixed with impatience, and I ran the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. “Do you have a condom?” I prayed to God he did.
“What do you think?”
“I think yes.”
“One way or another I knew today would be the day we would fuck until neither of us could see straight.”
“Where’s the condom?”
“What’s the hurry? I’m enjoying sliding between your slick folds too much to stop what we’re doing.”
He took my nipples between his fingers and played and tugged until they throbbed. I rocked back and forth, delirious with the need to come. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to orgasm from him playing with my nipples and breasts alone, but I was damn close.
Leaning back, I anchored my hands on his thighs and thrust my chest skyward.
Dylan wrapped his hands around my waist and flipped me onto my back.
“The first time you come will be on my mouth. I want to remember the taste of you every time I jerk off.”
He positioned himself between my legs and spread my thighs wide, and when he closed his hot mouth over my clit, I cried out. My hips lifted off the ground, and I pushed against him.
My hands found his head, urging him to suck, lick, and nibble until I exploded.
My breaths came in fast, short bursts. “If you don’t make me come soon, I’m going to pin you to the ground and sit on your face.”
He chuckled softly. “Maybe later, but for right now...” He fastened his lips over my clit again and sucked deep, and I swear I levitated off the blanket. I plowed my fingers through his hair while my hips bucked and moved in circles. The trembling ripples inside me swelled, becoming more powerful, more forceful, more intense, signaling I was close to losing my fucking mind.
Drunk or sober, I couldn’t recall ever feeling anything like the electrifying sensations washing over me, through me.
His fingers snaked up my body and found my nipples, where he pinched and teased, massaged and kneaded.
He worked his tongue
