“Christ.” Her endless legs and perfect ass were lifted for me. Waiting for me to dive in there. I was so keyed up I was afraid I’d split her in half.
I leaned forward to drive my tongue inside of her one more time before easing back. I gripped her hip with one hand and stroked the tip of my cock through her swollen lips. The air had become crisper now that the sun was sliding away, but it didn’t matter.
I eased into her, growling at how she stretched for me.
Watching my cock disappear into her perfect pussy about killed me. Then she took the reins once more and shoved herself backward on my dick.
I threw my head back at the way she clamped down on me then the ripple of pleasure was dented by her voice.
“Move, damn you.”
I grabbed onto her hips and slammed home again and again. She took each stroke and demanded more of me each time. I swore my brain was going to leak out of my damn ears, but still, I held on.
I reached around and circled her clit, knowing I was far too close to the edge. She covered my fingers with her own, both of us slip-sliding around her engorged clit.
She panted out my name, then God’s, then back to me. “I won’t break, dammit. Stop holding back.”
I wasn’t.
Was I?
God, she felt so fucking good. But she was right. I wanted to mark, to slam into her until my brain settled and reset. It had been chaos since the day I’d met her, and now I was even more tangled up over her.
I kissed a pattern of freckles between her shoulder blades, then drove into her with every bit of frustration and lust that had been hammering at me for the last month.
My fingers dug into her ass and her hips and her scream echoed in the cove of trees. My knees locked as the rush of fire licked down my spine. White-hot bliss fuzzed at the corners of my vision then a cavern of darkness descended, turning into a freefall that finally, finally settled into peace.
Twelve
I had a redwood tree laying on me, and I couldn’t complain in the least.
My cheek was pressed into the green sleeping bag, and all my muscles felt like liquid gold. Maybe that really was exactly what I’d needed. Except one thing.
“I’m still hungry.”
He grunted out a garbled hum.
“You gotta get off me so I can get food.”
Another grunt.
I lifted my head…well, kind of. More like barely two inches since he literally had me pinned like we were on in one of those cheesy wrestling shows. He’d thrown a leg over me, as well as one of those superiorly muscled arms.
“Later.”
I wiggled. Muscles I hadn’t used in too many months to count screamed, but eventually, I managed to get free from under his arm. “If you don’t want my knee in your balls, move your leg.”
He sighed. “Evidently, you don’t know the meaning of the word afterglow.”
“My glow was delightful, and now I’m starving.”
He flipped to his back. “Fine. You could feed me some grapes, I suppose.”
I sat up. “With or without the palm fronds?”
He yawned hugely, all satisfied lion with his curly hair. “It’s chilly enough. You can skip those.”
I pounded my fist on his thigh.