Hot & Heavy (Lightning 2)

Suddenly it doesn’t matter so much that she’s a closed book whenever I try to ask anything too personal. Because when she kisses me, I feel all the things she isn’t saying in the way her lips move under mine. In the way she gives herself up so totally, so completely, to the fire that rages between us.

Eventually we surface, gasping for air and laughing a little despite the need arcing between us. I reach for her, but Sage slips behind me, wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me close.

I sink into her, loving the feel of her skin against mine. Loving the feel of her against me. I can feel her smile in the lips she presses against my back, and it makes me smile. Makes me happy to know that being with me makes her feel as good as it makes me feel.

Then she’s kissing me, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses along my shoulders and upper back. I shudder even as I lean back into her, tilting my head to the side to give her better access. She takes the hint, licking and sucking her way up my neck—and can I say, again, how cool it is to have a woman as tall as Sage is, who can so easily reach all these spots on me—before sliding back down to my shoulder and kissing along the lines of the compass I have tattooed there.

Tenderness merges with the fire, the first stirrings of something more—something important—blending with the need that is a near constant burn inside of me until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. It’s a cacophony of sounds jolting around inside of me, of feelings—so many feelings that I don’t know what to do with them all. Which is why, when Sage tries to step back, tries to turn me gently around, I grab her instead.

I pull her between me and the side of the pool.

Press her up against the wall.

And then I devour her.

My mouth slams down onto hers in an act that is as much a battle as it is a kiss. Lips, teeth, tongues. Biting, sucking, licking, taking, giving. I want to take from her, want to take everything she has inside of her, but I want to give her just as much. I want to give her everything that’s in me and that’s something I’ve never felt before. Never wanted before.

It scares me even as it entices me. Even as it makes me hold her closer, kiss her harder, take more and more and more.

My hands are in her hair now, pulling hard enough to have her gasping as I yank her head back so that I can go for her throat.

“Shawn!” she cries out my name, her body arching against mine as I ravage her neck, the hollow of her throat, the sharpness of her collarbone. I suck bruises into the delicate skin again and again and again, loving the darkness of them in the light from the pool. Loving that they’re there and that they’ll be there for days. A reminder of this night. A reminder of all the things I’ve begun to feel for her and that I want her to feel for me.

I move lower, sucking my way across her breasts to her hard little nipples. She cries out as soon as I pull one into my mouth, reaches down and cups my ass in her hands. Squeezes. Pulls me forward until my dick is lined up with her sex.

It would be so easy to plunge inside her now, so easy to take her right here, right now, need rampaging through me like a wild animal. I think about it, imagine it as I continue to kiss and suck and lick my way across her breasts, her nipples.

But Sage pulls away before I can slide home, ducks under the water. I reach for her, but she shrugs off my hands as she powers deeper into the water. And then, just as my hands close around her upper arms, she wraps her lips around me and sucks me deep into her mouth.

It’s a strange sensation, but an amazing one. Being surrounded by her hot mouth and the cool water all at the same time—it’s crazy how good it feels. Crazy how fast it ramps me up. And even though I try to be gentle, I can’t stop myself from thrusting my hips forward until she’s taking all of me deep into her mouth and down her throat.

Her hands clench on my ass as I pull back and thrust again, but she doesn’t try to control the rhythm. Instead she lets me fuck her mouth for more than a minute before she surfaces, gasping for air. She shoots me a wicked grin, pauses to take a few breaths before starting to duck back down.

But I’m too close. If she puts her mouth on me again, I’m going to go off long before she does.

So I grab her by the waist instead, lift her up and all but throw her onto the side of the pool in front of me. She sits there on the edge, stunned and naked and so fucking hot I can barely breathe as I look at her.

Our eyes meet and for long seconds I get lost in the swirling green depths of her. In the emotion there she’s trying so hard to hide.

But then she moves, her hips sliding restlessly against the patio, and her obvious impatience is more than I can take. I yank her legs out of the water, drape them over my shoulders. And then I dive in, burying my face between her thighs and my tongue deep inside her pussy.

She lets out a strangled scream at the first touch of my mouth on her sex, and though my neighbors aren’t close, sound carries out here near the ocean. Instinctively, I clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she’s making. I love them, but they’re for me. No one else needs to hear how beautiful Sage sounds as she falls apart.

She responds by moaning low in her throat and then biting down on my palm, hard. The little shock of pain only makes the need greater and when she sucks two of my fingers into her mouth, I nearly come before I even think about getting inside her.

Forcing down my own need for just a little while longer, I concentrate on Sage instead. I circle her clit with my tongue hard enough to have her moaning into my hand, and then—with my free hand—I pinch her nipple at the same time I shove my tongue deep inside of her again.

She goes off like the Fourth of July, her pussy clenching around my tongue, her hips thrusting against my face, her teeth biting into my hand as she comes and comes and comes.

The second she’s done, though, she yanks away from my hands. She pushes herself off the side of the pool, and slides straight into the water—and straight down onto my dick.

She grabs my head in her hands, yanks my face to hers. “Fuck me,” she tells me as she licks her way into my mouth.

I don’t have to be asked twice.

My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust against her, lifting and lowering her onto my cock. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her hard nipples flush against my chest, her teeth biting into my lower lip.

My head’s a mess, all kinds of thoughts and feelings racing around inside of it. Inside of me. But that only makes holding her, kissing her, fucking her even better.