"Boone." My name is a plea on her lips. "I need..."
"I know what you need." I pull back enough to look at her, spread beneath me with her hair wild against the pillows, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with want. "I've been planning this since the moment you stepped out of that car on the mountain road."
"Planning?" Her laugh is breathless. "Even sex is tactical for you?"
"Everything is tactical." I reach for the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head. She's not wearing a bra, and the sight of her breasts, full and soft with peaked pink nipples, makes my cock throb against my zipper. "Especially the things that matter."
I lower my mouth to her breast, taking one nipple between my lips. She gasps, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me against her.
"So what's the plan?" Her voice is unsteady. "Walk me through it."
"First." I switch to her other breast, circling the nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. "I'm going to taste every inch of you. Learn what makes you moan, what makes you scream, what makes you come apart."
Her hips roll against me. "And then?"
"Then I'm going to make you come on my tongue until you can't remember anyone else's name." I kiss down her stomach, my beard scraping against her soft skin. "And when you're shaking and begging and completely undone, I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can think straight."
I reach the waistband of her yoga pants. Her stomach muscles flutter under my lips.
"Any objections?"
"God, no." She lifts her hips, helping me drag the pants down her legs. Simple cotton underwear beneath, already damp. I press my mouth against the fabric, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and she moans.
"You're so wet." I pull the underwear aside, running one finger through her slick folds. "All this for me?"
"All for you." Her hips chase my touch. "Please, Boone."
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Taste me. Something."
"Such a demanding little brat." I strip her underwear off completely, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening with need, and my mouth waters at the sight. "Good thing I like giving you what you want."
I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her lower body off the bed. She yelps in surprise as I bring her pussy to my mouth, holding her suspended in the air as I bury my face between her legs.
"Oh fuck." Her hands scramble for purchase, finding the headboard. "Boone, what are you..."
"Eating you like I've been starving for it." I drag my tongue through her folds, from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her. Sweet and tangy and absolutely addictive. "Because I have been."
I feast on her. There's no other word for it. I lick and suck and devour, holding her hips elevated so I can get deeper, take more. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her moans filling the small cabin, her back arching off the bed as she tries to grind against my face.
"That's it, sweetheart." I circle her clit with my tongue, feeling it pulse. "Let me hear you."
"Boone, I'm going to... I can't..."
"You can." I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her scream. "Come for me, Mara. Show me how good it feels."
She shatters. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, her clit throbbing against my tongue, her whole body shaking as she comes with a cry that's half my name and half wordless pleasure. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, lowering her back to the bed when her trembling eases.
"Holy shit." She's panting, staring at the ceiling. "That was..."
"Just the beginning." I crawl up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my lips. "You have no idea what I have planned for you."
She reaches for my shirt, tugging it over my head. Her hands explore my chest, tracing the scars, the tattoos, the muscles that tense under her touch.
"My turn." She pushes against my shoulder, and I let her roll me onto my back. "I want to taste you too."
She kisses down my chest, my stomach, her fingers working my belt and zipper. When she frees my cock, her eyes widen.
