My shorts vanished next, along with his leathers, exposing an expanse of naked skin on both of us. We only had undergarments left.
“Desire.”
Heat raged in his eyes. He closed the rest of the space between us, pulling me against his body and silencing my lingering suspicions with the crash of his lips.
His ferocity surprised me. But as he nipped and sucked, the tingles sending shockwaves to my core, my thoughts melted into need.
I opened for him, and his tongue immediately ravaged mine with expert strokes. Hell, I thought the vibrations of his moist lips wereaddicting, but his wet tongue sending tingling sensations inside my mouth was a drug I never wanted to end.
Moaning, I pressed closer. Everywhere our skin touched, tingling ignited. The only place it didn’t was where his cock strained through his undergarments, throbbing against my stomach.
He was so hard, and I was so wet. I couldn’t help but push to my tiptoes and grind against him. He moaned, grabbing my ass, his fingers settling close to my core. Mere inches prevented him from touching me. It was agonizing. I squirmed, wanting his teasing fingers lower—inside me.
Instead, he moved them farther away. I whimpered, my cheeks heating at my neediness.
Aspen pulled back and gave me a smug smile, his hair falling into his dark lashes.
The rest of my clothes vanished, leaving me completely bare before him. He dropped to his knees, unfazed by the crunching grass or rocky ground.
“Tonight, I want you to take my tongue instead of my fingers,” he said, gazing up at me, the blue hue of Elora’s moon illuminating the sinful intent in his eyes.
I bit my lip, intrigued but also nervous. Were we moving too fast?
My nerves and doubts were quickly forgotten when he licked up the center of my core.
The fantasy of his tongue had seduced my mind since the day I tackled him off that carriage and felt it slide through the seam of my lips.
And now, living that fantasy, I came alive.
His tongue stroked through my slickness and paused at my clit, sending vibration after vibration shooting through me. I threw my head back in a gasp, my knees buckling.
So much fucking better than a fantasy.
He chuckled, gently pushing me to the ground and onto a blanket he imagined. His eyes were hooded.
“Are you ready to feel me inside you?” he whispered, the warmth of his breath teasing my wet skin.
I bit my lip and nodded.
He flicked my swollen clit with his tongue, making me arch, then used the angle to plunge it inside.
“Aspen,” I cried out, fisting his hair in my hands.
He did it again and again, pushing the vibrations deeper. I rode his tongue, writhing on his face, moaning his name.
Encouraged, he gripped my legs and spread me wider. His tongue thrust deeper and faster.
I could barely think around the mounting pleasure. All I wanted was more.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice raspy.Hell, please don’t stop.
He didn’t. He devoured me with his mouth and tongue, wringing cries and moans from me, until he nipped at my clit and drove inside me. I shattered, pulsing around him.
“You make the sweetest sounds,” he murmured, sitting back and licking his lips.
Boneless, I smiled at him kneeling between my legs. His cock still strained against the fabric of his undergarments, full of unfulfilled desire.
I sat up and pressed my hand against him. His eyes tightened before being overtaken by a smug grin.
