She made a broken noise, hips twitching beneath me, fingers tangled in my hair now.
“I’m gonna make you forget everything but me,” I promised, pulling her leggings off with her panties, undressing her fast…wanting her naked, wantingall of her. “Not the woods, not the Painter, not the stories. Just my mouth and your name and how fuckin’ good it feels when I’m makin’ love to you.”
She was warm and soft, her thighs parting with nothing but a sigh as I kissed my way lower. I mouthed the inside of her knee, then dragged my teeth along her skin like a warning. She was trembling, and I hadn’t even touched her properly yet.
I looked up, voice rough. “Need you to keep your eyes on me, darlin’. Can you do that?”
She nodded, already dazed.
“Good girl.”
I kissed the crease of her thigh, then the other, then finally—finally—slid my tongue over her clit. She arched with a gasp, her hands flying to my shoulders like she didn’t trust gravity to keep her grounded.
“Beau—”
I groaned into her, because fuck, hearing her say my name like that? Prettiest thing I’d ever heard.
I licked her again, then again, falling into a rhythm that had her panting, rocking her hips against my mouth like she didn’t care who heard. I sucked her clit, fucked her with mytongue, let her ride it like it was the only way to survive the night.
And maybe it was. Maybe we both needed this more than we could say.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, Beau.Please?—”
“You still remember your ghost stories?”
“That doesn’t?—”
“Sounds like you need to come again,” I interrupted.
I rose just to strip off my shirt, wanting to feel closer to her—then I was pulling her close, kissing her. She straddled me, reaching for the button of my jeans, but I shook my head against her lips.
“I said not yet…”
“Then what…”
“I want you to sit on my face, baby,” I said. “Come on…come here.”
She let out a sound that might’ve been a whimper. Might’ve been a moan. Either way, it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Noelle,” I said, leaning back on the sleeping bag, my hands sliding up her thighs as she hesitated. “I want you up here. Want to feel you lose it for me. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
She moved slow, crawling up until her knees were planted on either side of my head. Her cunt hovered just above my mouth, dripping and swollen and fucking perfect.
“Sit,” I ordered, voice low and full of heat. “I got you.”
She sank down, bracing her hands in my hair, her thighs shaking as I gripped her hips and pulled her flush to my face.
I moaned like a man dying of thirst.
Because that’s what she tasted like. Like water in the desert. Like salvation.
I buried my tongue in her, eating her like it was mygoddamn mission. I sucked her clit until she cried out, then licked lower, teasing the edge of her entrance, fucking her shallow with my tongue until her knees were buckling and her rhythm turned feral.
She rode me like she’d been starving for it, grinding against my mouth, gasping my name over and over like she’d forgotten every other word.
“Beau—Beau, oh God?—”
Her thighs locked around my head, and I let her use me, let her fuck my face, let her come as hard as she needed. When she shattered—loud, breathless, fuckingdivine—I held her there, drinking down every pulse of it.
