Her hair fanned over the plaid blanket, the twinkle of the full moon in her green eyes. I cupped the back of her head, the energy, the anticipation vibrating between us like the waves washing on the lakeshore.
I waited. I waited…
The moment she dipped her chin, ever so slightly, telling me it was okay, I crushed my lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around me, her nails gliding down my back.
Surrender. She’d finally surrendered to me.
We, to each other.
The blood funneled between my legs in a firestorm of excitement and torment of needing to be inside her immediately. To finally feel what had stolen my thoughts, my dreams. Myself.
To have her fully. To mark her as mine.
My. Own.
Her nails dug deeper as the desperation in our kiss intensified, releasing our pent-up sexual tension in that one kiss. She needed it, too, as badly as I did. Goosebumps ranover my skin under her touch, my senses already overstimulated by an animalistic hunger overtaking us.
I tugged up her shirt, reveling in the warmth of her bare skin against mine and pulled it off. I leaned up, stripped my own off.
“Everything,” she demanded quickly.
From her place on the ground, her gaze drifted over my body as I stood and slid out of my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes glittered as she took in my cock, her body beginning to squirm against the blanket.
My Sunny. Waiting for me.
She mesmerized me. Her lips full and puffy from the kiss, the heat sparking from her eyes, the way her breasts moved as she stretched her arms over her head, offering herself to me like a lamb before a sacrifice. The moonlight reflected against her milky pale skin, almost otherworldly, as if she was something more than us mere mortals on earth. And she was. And she was mine.
I straddled her and took her nipple in my mouth, my pulse skyrocketing as my tongue circled the puckered skin, suckling like a baby that couldn’t get enough. She fisted my hair, the sting of the pull going right to my dick that was already as hard as steel.
I worked my way down her stomach, her perfect, little navel, to that little crease of her inner thighs.
Those red lace panties.
Licking, kissing, I peeled them off her, trailing them down her legs. Her breath picked up, her hands fisting and twisting the blanket below us. We locked eyes as she spread open for me, bending her knees and widening herself to me. Opening fully.
She smelled like vanilla. Warm, wet vanilla. And then I spotted the tattoo, a vibrant blue butterfly on her inner hip.
Resurrection.
I trailed my finger over the beautiful wings and looked into her eyes. A small smile spread over her lips.
My butterfly.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lowered my face between her legs. I could feel the heat pulsing off her skin against my mouth. Slowly, softly, I licked the crease of her thighs, teasing her, making her beg for it. She did. Her knees opened wider, her ass lifting off the floor all but shoving herself to me.
I slid my hands under her ass and squeezed as I buried my face into her pussy. I melted against the warmth, the scent of her, as I separated the slick folds with the tip of my tongue.
“Jagger…”her whisper was barely audible as she ran her fingers through my hair.
She grew wetter, swelling around my mouth. I knew she was throbbing as much as I was, and I hadn’t even touched her most sensitive spot. Then, I squeezed her ass cheeks and trailed my tongue to her clit. Her breath hitched, her body jolting at the touch. I wanted to fucking devour it, eat it, press it in my mouth until it became a part of me. I circled the tiny, swollen bud, suckling madly, sending her into a frenzy.
“Oh my…”She panted, pulled my hair.
One finger, then two, plunged into her, sliding in and out with each circle of my tongue. Suckling her clit, I repositioned my other hand, slid my thumb between her ass cheeks, and pressed against her forbidden spot.
She screamed my name as she came, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.
I lapped up her sweet essence, trailing my wet fingertips down her thighs as I watched her come back to life.
