Kiss My Putt (Summersweet Island 1)
My body shivers as I watch him stare at the path his hand takes down my wet skin as I clench my thighs tighter around his hips and push my shoulders harder into the wall behind me, arching my back.
Palmer lets out a guttural groan as he takes a few seconds to look down at me, my back against the wall as I squirm against him with need, watching him lick his lips as his eyes take in their fill. My hands grip tightly to his upper arms, my legs are locked securely around his waist, thighs spread wide to accommodate his hips, white lace-covered pussy pressed right up against his thick cock straining inside his wet shorts. I have just enough time to skim my fingertips up his washboard abs and take a few more gasping breaths while I watch his green eyes darken as they stare down at my hard, pink nipples through the white lace of my bra before he’s taking my breath away again. His hands fly to my breasts, and his head quickly dips, my fingers hastily lacing through his hair to clutch the back of his head when he roughly squeezes and pushes my tits together, wrapping his mouth over the lace of one hard nipple and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh my fucking God,” are the first words I mutter inside this shed, my head thumping back against the wall while he sucks and tugs and swirls his tongue around my lace-covered nipple.
My hips are jerking erratically against him, needing to come so badly I can barely think straight, but his mouth leaves my nipple and his lips and tongue quickly make their way up my chest and the side of my neck until his mouth is on mine again, swallowing my throaty cries of need. My legs unwind from around Palmer’s waist, and my toes land on the ground long enough for him to tear his mouth from mine once again, hook his thumbs in the straps of my thong by my hips, and yank the thin lace roughly down my thighs as he bends down so I can kick it off. He’s quickly kissing his way back up my body until he’s standing again, his hands are clutching the backs of my thighs once more, and he’s lifting me up and anchoring me against the wall as I lock my legs around his waist again. His head dips down, and his lips and tongue torture the side of my neck with licks and nips of his teeth until I’m gasping and moaning. Both of us reach between our bodies to pull his shorts down his hips and over his ass just far enough for his cock to spring free.
Lightning brightens the room, thunder crashes above us, Palmer’s mouth slams against mine, and my arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, ankles locking together at his lower back, thighs clenching and pulling him closer, needing him now. I suck his tongue into my mouth, dripping with need when I hear him moan, feeling his hand working between our bodies, the head of his cock slipping through my wetness…
It’s not a dream. It’s not a fantasy. This is really happening, and oh God, he’s going to absolutely wreck me.
My fingernails claw at his back as his head tilts to the other side, changing the angle of the kiss, one of his hands coming up to grip the front of my throat again, my pulse heavy and racing under his thumb as he gently squeezes, and our mouths open wider. His tongue plunges deeper. I’ve never been kissed like this before, like he’s stealing the breath from my lungs, marking me so I’ll never be able to use my mouth again without remembering this moment. And I want to give it all to him, let him take everything I have to give, since it’s been his from the first moment I met him anyway.
Thunder booms again outside. I’m whimpering into his kiss, my body shaking, needing him to ease the burn and take away the ache. I’ve dreamed about this moment and fantasized about this for fifteen years, but nothing prepares me for the moment when Palmer’s free arm wraps tightly around my waist, he breaks off the kiss, and he tightens his grip on my throat to force me to look into his eyes.
“This is gonna change everything,” he speaks in a low, deep voice, bending his knees and moving his hips forward just enough for the head of his cock to slide inside me, both of us moaning loudly. My nails dig in harder to the skin of his shoulders, my ankles locking together tighter against his lower back, as I feel his own body vibrating with need, shaking under my hands and between my legs.