Forbidden Fling (Wildwood 1)

He wasn’t venturing there.

“Because I think about you all the time. About how wet you get for me. How I glide inside you. How tight you grip me. I think about how you smell right here.” He tilted his head and pressed his face to the hollow between her jaw and her neck and opened his mouth against her skin. He kissed his way down one side of her neck, then back up the other, continuing his whispers. “I think about how your skin tastes. How your pussy tastes. How you feel against my tongue, all plump and soft and juicy.”

“God . . .” A shiver coursed through her small frame, and her thighs spread wider.

Ethan repositioned the hand between her legs so that with each thrust, his thumb rubbed her clit and his ring finger brushed her backside, pushing her toward the peak with methodically steady strokes.

Delaney moaned and writhed with the new friction. She released his shirt and gripped the sill with both hands, trying to leverage herself into the thrust.

“Relax, baby.” He cupped her breast still covered in the soft, thin fabric, and caressed, massaged, and pinched her nipple. She arched into his hand. “I’ll give you everything you want.” He brushed the strap off her shoulder and pulled a corner of the dress down to expose her breast, which he cupped, brushing the nipple with his thumb. “You just have to let go and enjoy.”

He lowered his head and covered her breast with his mouth. And since he knew she was so needy, he skipped the soft foreplay and bit down—hard enough to make her take notice, but not hard enough to hurt her. She gasped, and one hand grabbed a handful of his hair. But her hips continued to rock to the rhythm of his thrust, and she wasn’t pulling away as he licked and sucked to soothe the area he’d bitten. In fact, another shiver racked her body, and she lowered her head to his with a whispered, “Don’t stop. So good.”

The fire inside his body flared. His thrusts grew harder, his passes over her clit and her anus more deliberate and drawn out, his assault on her nipple harsher.

And she thrived on it. Her fingers opened and closed in his hair, creating a thrilling burn along his scalp. Her body writhed and shivered, growing as taut as a wire, her sounds of pleasure audible aphrodisiacs.

She cupped his face, turned his head, and took his mouth in fervent, wet, erotic kisses that amped his fire, while her other hand found its way inside his pants and stroked his cock beneath the thin cotton boxers.

She broke their kiss, pressed her temple to his. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Jesus . . . so good. Ah . . .”

Her pussy clamped down on Ethan’s fingers, and he shook his hand hard, rocking her whole pelvis and drawing a short scream of ecstasy.

Ethan basked in the silent moments of her aftermath—her heavy, quick breaths, the quick beat of her heart, the way she leaned on him with abandon. But he breathed deep of her musky, thrilling scent of arousal and couldn’t keep his fire banked for long.

As soon as her grip on him eased, Ethan pulled back. Delaney’s face was flushed and sated, her eyes heavy-lidded, her body lax. Her sex was full and plump, glistening and gorgeous.

And Ethan was starving.

He dropped straight to his knees.

Delaney gasped. “Eth—”

He scooped his arms beneath her thighs, pulled them wide, and covered her with his mouth. A high-pitched sound vibrated in her throat.

He licked her soft skin, sucked at her, lapped up the excitement he’d just created, loving the way having her bare gave him such intimate access.

“Oh my God.” Her hand slid around his head, pulling him in as she spread her thighs wider. “Mmm . . . So good . . .”

Ethan opened his eyes and looked up at her. She looked gorgeous in the shadows, body tense, head dropped to the side, hair spilling everywhere, her other hand gripping the edge of the wooden ledge beneath her.

He pulled back and drew her thighs over his shoulders to free his hands. With one hand, he parted her folds to expose her plump clit. With the other, he stroked her opening, teasing her with shallow thrusts.

She mewled and lifted her hips.

He licked at her fully exposed clit, so swollen and sweet.

“Ethan,” she begged.

Oh, the rush. The woman gave him an honest to God head rush. The whole light-headed-dizzy-blurred-vision package. And it only made him want to go that extra mile to give her all she was begging for.

He pulled his mouth from her pussy and blew on her wet tissues. Her body sagged, and she dropped her head back against the glass with a sound of both pleasure and frustration. As her hand combed through his hair, Ethan flicked his tongue against her clit and slowly pushed two fingers deep into her heat. Deep, deep, deep. Delaney’s hands fisted in his hair, and her body tensed up again.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

She brought her other hand to his head and tried her best to pull him into her pussy, which only made him wish he were in a position to roll her over and let her ride his mouth to orgasm. For now he’d have to bring the orgasm to her.

His fingers slid over the swell inside her, and she caught her breath. God, he was so hungry. Hungry for her pleasure. Hungry for his own.