Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging, holding him in place as she rocked shamelessly, rutting against his tongue and his wide-open mouth.Give it to me, he begged silently, his mouth too busy to voice the commandoutloud.
She gave it anyway, squeezing his head between her thighs, then falling back to the blanket in ashudderingmess.
She was beautiful beyondwords.
One week, five days, wasn’t longenough.
As he kissed his way up her inner thigh, he promised himself he’d find a way to get up to the state of Washington beforetoolong.
She reached for his hand and tugged him lie beside her on the blanket. He rolled her onto her side and fit behind her, so they could watch the sunset together, but it didn’t take long for her to start pressing her naked bottom back against his cock. Only the fabric of his shorts separated them, and it wasn’t enough to keep his dick from panting for moreattention.
“Your turn,” she whispered, snaking her hand between their bodies. She fumbled with the lacing at his waistband, so he helped her, their fingers tangling together, and then she had his cock in her hand and nothing had ever feltbetter.
She turned and jerked him slowly as she looped her other arm around his neck, pulling him close for a sloppy kiss, all tongue andwetlips.
He shoved his shorts down his legs. He wanted them both naked, their limbs entwined. She pressed tighter against him, the softness of her breasts a tantalizing counter to the sureness of her grip as they rolled, tumbling together until he was on his back and she was kneeling betweenhislegs.
His turnindeed.
Her hand moved faster now, a firm squeeze around his cock that tightened as he groanedforher.
“Are you going to come for me? I want you to coat my hand, Quinn. Let’s see how far the first shot can fly, and then I’m going to milk the rest outofyou.”
Jesus, she had a mouth on her, and he loved it. Darkness crowded the corners of his vision as she stroked him faster. He wanted to tell her to squeeze him even harder, but words were beyond him. All he could do was grunt, then tip back his head and shout as she did exactly what he wanted anyway. Yes, fuck, yes, that, heaven fucking help him, he was gonna die from how gooditwas.
A fuckinghandjob.
His legs started to shake and his hips jerked completely of their own volition. He was gonna spray her with his come. Her tits, her hand, maybe even her pretty, angelic face, all tan and glowing in the lantern light as she tugged on hisfuckingdick.
“Angel…” he groaned, a stretched out, gasping endearment as her hand flew up and down hisshaft.
“Such a good boy,” she murmured, and his balls clenched. He was nobody’s boy…except Christ, he was close now. Boiling need surged forward. To mark her, claim her, service her. Be goodforher.
He sucked in a last, desperate breath and held it as she pulled him around the corner of no-return and sent himflying.
