Her eyes narrowed. Her hands grabbed my neck. “More.”
Far be it for me to ignore the commands of my woman.
My woman.
I tried to shake the thought from my head, but Celia grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
White lace covered the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. I leaned in, pulled the lacy cups down, and licked across her peaked nipples. Celia closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“No,” I commanded. Her eyes flicked open. “I want you to watch how much you turn me on.”
She bit her lip and nodded.
My cock strained against my jeans. I told him to hold on a little longer. She needed at least two orgasms before we would do anything about our situation.
I kissed and licked down her chest and stomach. When I got to her jeans, I made quick work of them, throwing them over my shoulder along with the lacy thong she wore underneath.
I grabbed her legs, hooking her knees on my shoulder, and glanced at her face. She had the half-hooded look of a woman about to come apart, and I planned to get her all the way there.
“Look,lalelei. I’m not the only one turned on,” I teased her folds with one finger that came away coated in her arousal. Her eyes widened when I stuck the finger in my mouth. “You taste like sunshine and cinnamon. And I cannot get enough.”
Her breath stuttered when I clamped my mouth over her clit. I sucked on the sensitive spot. When I stuck two fingers into her already soaking core, she came apart, throwing her head back and screaming my name to echo around the forest.
Something primal broke free in my soul. I wanted to answer her call with a growl, claiming this woman as mine.
When she stilled, I licked across her folds, circled her clit with my tongue, then nipped ever-so-slightly with my teeth. She grabbed my head in her hands with her second orgasm, screaming out things in Spanish that I didn’t understand.
I stroked her legs, belly, and breasts until she stilled and looked at me with her dilated pupils. “Holyspitballs, Flint.”
I grinned and sat back on my heels. Celia was naked except for the bra pulled down below her breasts. Her hair tangled with stray leaves from somewhere. She looked ravished. I did that.
I loved it.
I loved everything about her.
And that thought scared the ever-lovingspitballsout of me.
