But more eloquent, of course.
She started to lower herself, but Will stopped her, caught her elbow, and led her behind another tree. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed they wouldn’t be visible from the road, and the ground around the roots was grassy and wouldn’t hurt her knees.
She gathered her skirt and sank, holding his gaze as she settled at his feet. By this point, his cock was so hard he was certain he’d come merely from looking at her in this position. But she placed her palms on his thighs, her lips parted. “Show me what to do.”
An intoxicating thrill rushed through him. This strong, beautiful woman trusted him to care for her, to protect her and pleasure her, and she would humble herself before him. The act humbled him far more, made him want to be better, even as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. He needed to prove himself worthy of her, even if he could only have a few more hours in her presence.
“Have you done this before?” he managed, and she shook her head. “Open your mouth, sweet love.” Her lips parted, and he hummed his approval. “You explore. Touch me how you enjoyed being touched.”
“How will I know if you like it?” She reached out and stroked the pearl of arousal beaded at the tip of his cock, then swirled it around the head.
He hissed, dropping his head back. “Trust me, you’ll know.”
When her tongue dragged from root to tip, her eyelids dropped closed and she hummed, like he was the most delightful confection she’d ever known. Will pressed his hands against the rough bark of the walnut tree as his knees threatened to buckle under him. The sun caught the gold and bronze lacing her hair, her alabaster cheeks flushed pink, and those lapis eyes held his, appraising his reactions.
He dropped one hand to the nape of her neck, her hair damp from perspiration. “That’s it, so good,” he crooned, and her eyes sparkled as her tongue swept over the weeping crown. “Take it in your mouth now. Slowly, love.”
He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to roar in pleasure as she took his length between her lips, so hot andsweet. Herhands braced on his trembling thighs as she drew back, then lowered again, taking him deeper this time.
A low groan escaped his chest, and her eyes flew open. Even with her mouth well and truly full, her lips curved into a satisfied smirk, and he wanted to laugh, a completely inappropriate impulse, but the joy he saw in her spread through him, warming him more than the sun baking the road or a shot of whisky on a winter day. It made himwant, her smile seducing him and fueling a desire that didn’t feel like wanting food or drink, sleep or sex. Something that terrified and thrilled him at the same time.
His voice emerged as a primal growl. “Look at you, stretched around my cock. You take me so well, darling, so perfectly. Do you like this, love? Do you like devastating me like this?”
Because that was what she was doing,devastatinghim, tearing bits of his soul apart with each unpracticed bob of her head, with each furrow of her tawny brows as she listened to his moans and sighs, as her fingernails bit into the tensed muscles of his thighs. It was too much, too powerful for him to control,too much—
He bent his hips away from her, and she gasped as he caught her by the elbows, lifting her to standing before he pressed her against the tree trunk and captured her lips with his. “You were too good, my sweet. I was about to come.”
“Wasn’t that the point?”
He gave her arse a playful pinch, and she jumped before giggling. “Yes, but not like that.” The hours, the miles stretching between this peaceful place and their destination,her wedding, felt both infinite and painfully, painfully fixed, their time together slipping through his fingers and making his chest clench in panic. “I want to m—” His breath caught. Make love?Was that what he almost said?
She must have heard it, understood his meaning in that maddening way of hers, and her eyes lit up. “Do you—” She stopped, swallowed, met his gaze boldly. “I want you to fuck me, Will, please.”
There was no need for a gravestone now, as Will was completely annihilated, decimated by her words. “You do?” he managed.
She nodded. “You told me to use my words.”
He leaned in, cupped her perfect, round arse in his hands and squeezed. “Would you like me to eat your cunt first?”
Her eyes flared with heat. “Yes, please.”
“Please?”
Gathering her skirts in one hand, she released the tapes of her drawers and shimmied, letting the white linen drop to her ankles. “My mother raised me to be a lady.”
Will dropped to his knees, a penitent man kneeling before his goddess, and pressed his face to the triangle of honey-gold curls guarding her sex. She cried out, arched against him as she leaned against the tree, letting him lift her leg over his shoulder. The soft flesh of her thighs held him in place as he devoured her, nibbling and sucking. He pressed his tongue into her weeping channel, savoring each moan and buck of her hips as her hand tangled in his hair, directing him where she needed him most.
He would go anywhere, do anything, if it meant worshiping at her feet, at the chalice of her womanhood. His movements took on more purpose as her thighs quivered, and he focused his attention on the swollen bud, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue before sucking, hard. She erupted around him and pressed his mouth against her opening as he savored her release, the sweet honey just for him,only for him.
She was still trembling when he stood, took his painfully hard cock in hand and notched it against her entrance. Well,attempted to. His height meant an awkward bend at the waist and likely a crick in his back, but he—
“Lift me,” she breathed, her voice hoarse after her cries of pleasure. “Against the tree.”
Good lord, could this woman be any more perfect for him? With a nod, he lifted her behind her thighs until her back pressed against the tree, pinned there by his hips. She moaned, her head rolling against the bark as he rubbed his length against her swollen flesh, slicking it in her arousal. “You want my cock, don’t you?” Together they watched the head, angry red and slicked with her dew, as it parted the lips of her sex. “Tell me, love, tell me you want it.”
“I want your cock, Will,” she said, her voice like smoke, full of heat and desire and so damned arousing he couldn’t wait a moment longer.
But he was large, and she wasn’t experienced.Patience,he breathed with each inhale as he pressed against her and her breath caught. “Easy, love,” he crooned into her neck. “Take me in.”
