I catch her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips. “How do you want this to go, Sloane?” My voice drops lower. “Dirty? Gentle? A little rough?”
Her eyes darken with interest. "How rough?"
Ohshit. “I can talk dirty to you, baby. Pull your hair." I maintain eye contact, watching for any hesitation. "But with your hair, I want to ask first. I know curls are a little different."
A small smile plays at her lips. "You definitely cannot pull it," she says.
The permission sends heat straight to my groin. "And the rest?"
"I'd like that," she says, her voice steady despite the flush spreading across her chest.
I nip at her neck. “If I do something you don’t like, say so and everything stops, no questions asked." I lower my mouth back to her neck, no longer holding back as I suck hard enough to leave a mark. "Now turn over for me."
Her eyes widen slightly, but she complies, rolling onto her stomach. I help position her on her hands and knees, running my palms down her back to her perfect ass.
"God, you're beautiful," I say, giving her backside a squeeze,my fingers lingering between her cheeks. The small gasp she releases tells me I've done good. "Such a dirty girl, hooking up with a stranger at a party."
I trail biting kisses down her spine as I remove her bikini while my free hand comes down in a light smack against her ass cheek. She jumps slightly, then pushes back against me.
"You like that?" I ask, my voice rough with need.
"Yes," she breathes, the word barely audible.
I deliver another light smack to her other cheek, reveling in her moans and the way all that golden skin jiggles at my touch. "Good girl. Now spread your legs wider for me."
She complies immediately, and I reward her with a gentle stroke between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. "Look how wet you are," I growl, circling her entrance with my fingers. "All this for me?"
"Yes," she moans, dropping to her elbows, changing the angle of her hips.
Her skin is still warm from the sun, smelling of chlorine and that sunscreen. But she also smells like she wants me. Bad.
She’s totally bare, and I stare at that beautiful mound, exploring her body with my hand, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. With each response, I feel a growing need to please her, to make this more than just another hookup. This woman mesmerizes me. I want Sloane to remember this, and that realization doesn’t scare me.
She looks at me over one shoulder. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her curls a wild halo around her face. "You're staring," she says, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
"Can't help it." I run my hands up her thighs, spreading them gently. “I’ve got this beautiful body aimed right at my face.”
Her laugh turns into a gasp as I lower my head between her legs, trailing kisses up her inner thigh. All thoughts of anyone else in our lives vanish. There is just us and crackling desire. At the first touch of my tongue against her center, she bucks against me, a surprised moan escaping her lips.
"Oh god," she breathes, her fingers kneading the sheets. "It's been—fuck—years since anyone did that."
I lift my head, genuinely surprised. "Years? That's criminal neglect."
She laughs breathlessly. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want more."
I'm more than happy to oblige, kneeling between her thighs on the cramped bed, ignoring my discomfort and dedicating myself to her pleasure.
I flip her onto her back so I can do this more comfortably, lapping at her while she drops her hands into my hair. Her responses guide me—the tightening of her fingers in my hair, the way her breathing changes, the small sounds she tries to muffle. When I add my fingers to the mix, curling them inside her, her back arches off the bed.
"Tucker," she gasps, the sound of my name on her lips sending a jolt straight to my cock. "Please, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I intensify my efforts, focusing on the spot that makes her thighs tremble. Within moments, she's coming apart, her body tensing and releasing as she bites her lip to stay quiet.
I kiss my way back up her body, enjoying the aftershocks that ripple through her at each touch. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me hungrily, tasting herself on my tongue, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my board shorts.
My cock springs free, and she sucks in a breath. I palm my length and grin at her. “You hungry for this, Sloane?” She lets out a whimper, and I shuck my shorts the rest of the way, grabbing the condoms and rolling one on.
Positioning myself between her legs again, I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock. "Tell me what you want, Sloane. I want to hear you say it."
