I chuckle and lean in, kissing her softly while my thumb brushes over her peaked nipple. “This is the most beautiful view I’ve had today,” I murmur huskily. “I want to capture it.”
She smiles, her eyes softening as she loses her panties, leaning back on the couch. “Then draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
Framing her in the viewfinder, I try to capture everything—the curve of her body, the soft light caressing her skin, her beautiful peaked pink nipples. The goose bumps on her stomach, the small, raised hairs along her arms, the way her eyes are almost mossy green today.
Fucking perfection.
I take shot after shot, each click mingling with the music and her laughter—it all fills the space, and I know, without a doubt, that I could spend the rest of my life right here, in this moment, with her.
And I would never get enough.
She tilts her head, her eyes meeting mine as I lower the camera. “Who’s gonna see those pictures?”
I smirk, shaking my head. “Only me, Boo. These are just for me. I’m not sharing this with anyone, even if they beg me for it.”
She smiles, her eyes softening, and I set the camera aside, coming to kneel in front of the couch, tugging her into a sitting position. Then I gently pull her to the edge of the cushions by the back of her knees, placing her legs over my shoulders before kissing up her thigh. Her fingers glide through my hair, and she shivers under my touch.
I grin up at her. "While we're at it, let's playTitanic. You’ll be the iceberg, and I’ll go down."
Her laughter is breathy, her chest rising and falling as she leans her head back. My mouth finds her pussy, pressing a kiss that makes her release a soft sigh, her hands tightening in my hair as I begin to worship her, losing myself in her taste, in herwarmth. I lick up her slit, circling her clit, and I can’t help but think back to the times I did this when I was still see-through—how I could touch her but not truly feel her, how I could never taste her. It was like a cruel joke, being so close yet never truly experiencing her.
Tasting her.
But now? Now it’s different. Now, I can really fucking devour her. She’s my favorite flavor, sweet and intoxicating, and I could do this every day for hours if she’d let me.
I let my tongue explore her, savoring every sound, every shiver. Her breathy moans fill the air, and I would love to push my fingers inside her, stretch her, but they’re covered in grease, so I just push my tongue into her instead.
She tugs on my hair, her hips shifting, her moans getting louder, more desperate as she pushes her pussy into my face. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place as I drown in her, in her warmth, her scent, her taste. She’s everything. Every shiver, every sigh, every tremble of her body under my touch—it’s all for me.
“Saylor,” she breathes out, her voice breaking, and I know she’s close. I hum against her, my tongue working her faster, more deliberately, and her body tenses, her back arching off the couch, her grip on my hair getting deliciously painful as she comes undone, her moans echoing in the empty garage.
“That’s it, Boo,” I murmur against her as she shudders, her body going slack as she comes down, her fingers still tangled in my hair, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I press soft kisses to her inner thighs, then lean back, my heart swelling with love, with pride, with everything she makes me feel.
Slowly, she stands, her body still trembling slightly from her release as she reaches out and pulls me to my feet. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I can see the determination there, the fire.She undoes my jeans, sliding them down my legs, and I step out of them, left only in my boxers. Her gaze doesn't waver as she tugs at them, pulling them down too, so my cock springs free, aching for her touch. I step out of them, and before I can react, she pushes me down onto the couch.
Sloan looks at me, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Are you a fuse?” she asks, her voice low and sultry when she lowers herself to her knees in front of me, “’Cause I wanna blow you.”
I laugh, shaking my head, but my laughter turns into a groan as her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly, and my breath catches in my throat.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Boo,” I manage to say, my voice already hoarse.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she murmurs, leaning forward, her lips brushing against the tip before she takes me in, and I let my head fall back against the couch, my eyes closing.
The warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue moves—it’s almost too much already. I cup her cheek as she works me over, her movements slow and deliberate, teasing. Looking down at her, the sight of her there, her lips wrapped around me, her eyes looking up at me with that mix of desire and love—it’s enough to make me lose my fucking mind. While I’m stroking her cheek with my thumb, my other hand is tweaking one of her nipples, and I can feel my body tightening, the pleasure building with every stroke, every movement of her lips.
“Fuck, Slo,” I groan out, my voice breaking, and she hums in response, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing, my pulse pounding in my ears. “We need to… fuck, I’m close.” The words come out almost as a plea, but she doesn’t stop, her eyes locked on mine. I’m on the edge, teetering, and I know I’m about to lose it. “Slo,”I manage to gasp out desperately, and finally, she pulls back, her lips releasing me with a soft pop.
Her lips are swollen and slick, so damn sexy, it drives me wild. I reach out, yanking her up to me, crashing my lips against hers, my hands already pulling her onto my lap. There is no hesitation, just pure need as I guide her over me, positioning her, feeling the heat of her against me.
Pulling back from the kiss, her eyes lock with mine as she slowly sinks down, taking me in inch by inch. We both gasp, her warmth enveloping me, squeezing around me, and I almost lose control right then.
“Boo,” I grit out through clenched teeth, my head falling back and my hands sliding up her sides, finding her breasts. My thumbs brush over her nipples as she starts to move, her hips rocking against me, and it’s all I can do to keep it together. I lean forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking greedily as she moans, her fingers tangling roughly in my hair, pulling me closer. “You feel so good,” I growl out against her skin, my lips trailing up to her neck, finding her pulse point and sucking there, feeling her heart race beneath my lips. “I love you so damn much.” She moves faster, her hips rolling, grinding into me, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. Sloan’s moans fill the room, echoing in my ears, driving me to the brink while I kiss her neck, her collarbone, everywhere I can reach, worshipping her, wanting her to feel every bit of what she does to me. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She arches, and her breasts press against my face, so I take her nipple in my mouth again, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. My hands grip her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, holding her to me, pushing her down harder as she moves. Her skin dimples beneath my touch, and I feel her pussy flutter around me.
She throws her head back, her braids falling over her shoulders, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I bring my thumb to her clit, circling it, and she gasps, her whole body tensing, her movements becoming more erratic. “See, told you I’d find the sweet spot.”
