My bed.
Lucky.
In.
My.
Bed.
Part of me can’t comprehend how the fuck this is happening even as I crawl onto it after her, not wanting to break the kiss, not wanting to allow any space between us.
When she finally reaches the pillows at the headboard, I run my hand along the waistband of her jeans until I find a zipper. My hand trembles as I tug it down before I quickly remove them and toss them unceremoniously off the bed, leaving her in only a small thong that matches her bra and hair.
I grin at it. “I love that you color coordinated.”
She releases a laugh that fills the cabin with something it hasn’t had—ever.
Christ, I love that sound.
I want it to stay.
I want to hear it every day and every fucking night, just like this.
Only a tiny slip of fabric now separates us, and I trail my fingers along the edge, relishing how silky soft her skin is below it and the way she squirms under the featherlight touch.
But I don’t have it in me to tease.
Not tonight.
Not now.
I tug down the fabric and pull it from her legs, fully exposing her core.
She squirms under my assessment, but she has no reason to.
In the moonlight streaming in through the window, all I see is Heaven, the only place I want to be right now. I lower myself onto my elbows between her legs, spreading her wider as I graze my fingertips across her already wet flesh.
Her hips buck at the contact, her hands digging into the comforter as she tips her head back to the headboard. A little groan tumbles from her lips, and I’ve barely touched her.
She’s just as worked up as I am.
“Did sucking my cock get you wet like this?”
Her eyes flash open and meet mine, her lips parting on a heavy exhale. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I dip my head and drag my tongue through her slit. The flavor of her arousal fills my mouth, and sweet mother of God, it’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life.
I could drown in it.
I could stay in this spot and die happy.
Her hips buck again, and I brace my left forearm across her pelvis to keep her down, pinned in place as I explore her. Figuring out what she likes. Learning her needs. Dragging the flat expanse of my tongue over her, then flicking the tip of it across her clit. Probing deep inside her until she’s squirming and bucking.
Exploring every inch of this woman’s body has become my ultimate goal. Memorizing every dip, every curve, every dimple, every scar; I want to know all of them.
I glide my hand up her inner thigh and slip a finger inside her, and her hips attempt to bow, but I press her down, keeping her prone as I curl up and find that soft spot deep inside her.
