It’s hard to hold back, to draw it out and make it last. My body craves him without fear. My mind trusts him without questioning.
My heart loves him, freely, openly, and he hears that, too.
“You’re my whiskey.” He takes my mouth, groaning into the kiss. “My addiction.” His tongue traces mine. “My freedom.”
Molding together, tasting each other, we sink into a rolling swim of entwined arms and legs, mouths and tongues, moans and thrashing breaths.
Our lips fit impeccably, every curve and dip made to connect and sizzle, meant to fall into incinerating harmony. I whimper beneath the intensity and match his hunger, breathing fast, heart rate faster. Then he’s moving, slicing us through the water and scattering moonlight across the surface.
Near the cliff, he hoists me up and sets my butt on the ledge of a massive rock. The smooth surface floats just above the pond, and water laps beneath my thighs as he moves to stand between my knees.
Since it’s not deep here, he’s able to position me on the edge and hook my legs around his hips. His balls hang heavily in the water, and his erection juts between us, a trajectory of masculine need and strength.
My nerve endings thrill, and my pussy aches. Breathless and empty between my legs, I reach for his thick, full, beautiful cock.
He catches my arm. “If you wrap those succubus fingers around me, I won’t last two seconds.”
Our eyes lock, and I see the urgency in his, the tenuous restraint.
“I bet you recover with impressive speed.” I cup the back of his neck.
He grips mine, mirroring me. “Even without your magic tea.”
My mouth curves, stretching my cheeks.
He kisses my grin. Then he kisses me with his whole body. Arms and lips, heart and breath, we explore at a pace that’s soft, hard, slow, urgent, and everything in between.
Our hands roam, lightly and assertively. Mine slide over his wide shoulders and into his hair. His fall around my ribs and wander to my back.
Every fingertip leaves an imprint on my skin as they coast upward to trace the shape of my shoulder blades. His touch splays on either side of my spine, engulfing my back with tingling heat, and his gaze ambles a sinful caress along my bare breasts, paying homage to every detail.
Considering how long he’s gone without sex, I expect him to hold me down, shove himself inside me, and deliver an unholy pounding.
But that’s not his method of torture.
He’s calculating and wicked, holding me on the edge with only his eyes and the tease of his touch. There’s no sanctuary from the need he kindles inside me, no reprieve from the force of his eyes. This is meaner than the hardest, cruelest fuck.
“Lorne.” I tremble and squirm beneath the torment of his fingers as they rove down my back and linger on my tailbone. “Stop delaying.”
“Quiet.”
“Just put it in me.”
I’m perched on the rock at just the right height to line us up and pull him inside. I wriggle closer, until the hand on my hip stops my movements.
“I say when and how.” He grabs my neck and gives a warning squeeze. “And you will shut the fuck up.”
There’s the ruthless cowboy beneath the soft caresses.
Panic ripples up my spine, followed by a surge of desire so big it swallows everything in its path.
Those cruel lips call to my heart. The grip on my throat moves my spirit. His hard voice makes my life dance. He’s my battle song in the war of love.
He stares at me. I stare at him, and when we know we’re safe with each other, he releases my throat and kisses me.
“I’ve been so fucking hard for you.” His kiss turns into a winding lick that travels down my chest, my stomach, and delves between my legs.
The electric jolt of his hot, filthy mouth goes all the way to my toes. I fall back on elbows, spine bowed, and release a long, deep-throated moan.
He eats me ravenously, greedily, lapping and sucking and groaning against my pussy. His hand slips up my body to stroke my breasts, and his other enters from below to join his mouth in the delicious attack.
His fingers sink deep and thrust hard as his tongue circles my clit in an assault that sabotages my breathing and wrings my core into a tight coil of need. I’m so close. Right there. Right there…
He brings the pleasure to a halt and nibbles a path to my breasts, his hands trailing, light and taunting.
“Don’t stop.” I’m stretched to the point of snapping. My body pulses and contracts for more. I need. I want. I have to come.
“I want you so bad.” His head returns to my thighs.
He licks me again, using fingers and tongue where I need him most, while studying my reactions, feeling how my legs move, and watching my body buck and writhe.