“Fucking gorgeous.”
Her pulse fluttered, and she nodded at his clothing. “Now you.”
Mack removed the clothing so fast there was a faint ripping sound. Taking her courage in hand, she surveyed his body in return. His chest was long and lean, and covered in a thick mat of chest hair. She took in his defined stomach muscles, made more evident by the rivulets of water, and continued lower. He was rock hard, his thick member thrusting forward in need, and his firm thighs were clenched tight.
They reached for each other at the same time, and Winnie gasped as their cool, slick skin came into contact. She burrowed deeper into his embrace, greedily absorbing his body heat even as his thick mat of chest hair tickled her skin. Her hands swept across his shoulders, dipping into every crevice of his muscles.
“God, that feels amazing.” He pressed her into the coats, capturing her mouth in another hot, searing kiss, before beginning a downward journey. “Tell me what you want. What you need.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Your mouth.”
He didn’t make her ask twice but suckled her nipple with an insistent tug. Now that there was no fabric subduing the sensations, it was electrifying. She cried out, arching her back. He lifted and pressed her breasts together, massaging them while his lips alternated between them. He drove her wild, sucking her entire areola into his mouth before releasing it slowly, slowly, until just the tip remained, and then the process began anew.
“That’s so good,” she whispered.
“Imagine what else I can do with my mouth.”
Dampness pooled between her thighs. “Prove it.”
He smirked, and she knew she’d pleased him with her boldness. How good it felt to express what she wanted, to act on what she needed, and be met with equal boldness.
“With pleasure.”
He trailed his tongue down her chest, pausing to give each of her nipples a kiss and suck her belly button teasingly. At last, he reached her needy core. He stroked a light finger down her thigh, encouraging the muscles to relax. But still he delayed.
“Are you warm enough?”
The fire at her back paled in comparison to the inferno raging inside her. She nodded jerkily.
“Then open for me,” he whispered hoarsely, like it took effort to get the words out.
She spread her trembling thighs. He settled between her legs, placed his hands under her full buttocks, and shoved his coat under her hips so that she was displayed for him. A wicked, wanton pleasure danced through her.
“Jesus,” he breathed, and then he separated her folds with his fingers and lowered his head, giving her one long, delicious lick. Her hips arched off the ground, a riot of sensations rippling throughout her body before settling into a ball of fire beneath his tongue.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More, more.”
He obliged her, spreading her wide with his fingers and dragging his tongue over her hot, wet folds. He laved at her clitoris until she saw stars, and when his finger probed at her entrance, she dropped her knees wider in invitation. He slid a finger inside, curling it upwards, and everything disappeared except for the sensation of his tongue on her, the twist of his finger. Then a second finger pushed inside, and she began to shake. He plunged them inside, over and over again, at a steady, rhythmic pace.
And then she exploded, a ragged scream ripped from her throat. Her hips came off the ground once more, but he stayed with her, licking her pulsing core until she could take no more. He gave her one last, gentle kiss and lowered her hips to the ground.
He sat back on his haunches and fisted his hard length, stroking it from base to tip. “Keep looking at me like that.”
She licked her lips. “Like what?”
“Like all you want is for me to fill you up.” He watched her between slitted eyes and pumped his hand up and down.
“I do want that.”
He groaned. “I promised you our first time would be in a bed, and I won’t go back on my word. Just let me look at you, like I’ve done a dozen times in my imagination.”
An absurd joy filled her at his words. He’d imagined her like this? Had thought about what he’d do to her? It was unbearably erotic.
The hand that wasn’t pumping his shaft came to rest on her damp curls. He traced her folds and hummed with satisfaction when he found her fresh wetness. A groan ripped from this throat as he came, his body bowing in half to spill into the sand. He collapsed on his back beside her and tugged her into his embrace.
They lay tangled together, one of Mack’s hands idly stroking her back, until their breath returned to normal. He tilted his head back and inspected her. “Are you well?”
She nodded shyly.
