Heat licks across my bare breasts with the light breeze, and my nipples pucker tighter than ever. Pure greed fills his face. He stands and rests a knee on the bench. Then he uses the frosting bag to write out four letters across my chest—MINE.
“Yours,” I say quietly.
“I’m serious about us, Elodie.” He puts a hand on either side of me and leans down to lick the bottom of theMoff. “I’m going to keep showing you that you can trust me.”
My nipples are poking into the air like they’re trying to get into his mouth, but he’s steadily cleaning all the frosting off of me. I tip my head back and enjoy the sensual strokes of his tongue and the low growls that come from him.
When he cleans the last dab off, he pipes a dot on a nipple. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
Covering the pearl with his mouth, he sucks hard and I arch into him. He’s obliterated any logical thinking. I’m just a bundle of nerves waiting for the pleasure he can give me.
He does the same on the other side, flicking my peak with his tongue until I start squirming. Need hammers through my body and pulses between my legs. I want his tongue there. I want his body between my legs. I want him inside me and over me.
“Cruz.” His name is a plea. “I need...”
I don’t finish. I need everything. All of it. I need to forget the stress and the fatigue and the payment hanging over my head that’ll only be followed by a bigger one.
“There’s no more frosting left, but I’ve got what you need,” he says as he tugs at the waistband of my shorts. “Lift that ass for me.”
I do, and he peels the rest of my clothing off me, including my shoes. I’m bare and open to him. Whatever he has in that votive to keep the bugs away is working.
“Already wet for me, sugar?” He takes a seat and hooks his arms under my legs. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”
I follow every direction he gives me, trusting him to take care of me. The throbbing between my legs intensifies. If I could, I’d sit right on his face, but I’ll take being spread in front of him like his very own picnic.
He gives me a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other, before he claims my clit.
I bark out a cry and scare a bird out of a nearby tree. “I’m scaring the wildlife.” I roll my hips to meet every stroke of his tongue.
He pushes a finger inside me. “This is all nature right here.” Placing his mouth back on my clit, he flicks it with his tongue and I jerk at the rush of ecstasy.
I feel his smile against me before he resumes his rhythm. Forget trying to be quiet. “Cruz!”
I’m flung into a climax faster than I thought possible. Energy unleashes inside me and only part of it is the pleasure he’s filled me with. More birds startle and the grasses rustle as I cry out, pouring all of my stress into the release. I’m coherent enough not to crush his head this time.
When I come down, he pulls away and slips his finger out of me. “Goddamn. That was my dessert.”
He places another kiss on the inside of my thigh and rests his cheek against it, rubbing his hand up and down my calf.
He’s holding me so sweetly after rocking my world yet again. Cruz Foster is the whole package. He’s putting the pieces of me back together.
Fear starts to trickle in, but I put a stop to it. I’m getting ahead of myself. We’re enjoying picnic sex. “Does my boyfriend have a condom?”
“Around my girlfriend? Always.” He places my feet down on the bench to get his wallet out. After he withdraws the packet, he tosses everything by the lunch bags.
I snatch the condom from him and he rips open the fly of his pants. When I fling the wrapper by his wallet, he pivots to sit sideways on the bench like he did earlier. There’s no dignified way for me to put the condom on from this position, but I do it anyway. From the beginning, he’s made me comfortable as I am.
When I’m done, he leans back, his erection proudly jutting toward the sky. “How about we celebrate our new status and you go for a ride?”
A relationship. With Cruz Foster. He’s mine, and I want to claim him. I want to soak this up every chance I get in case?—
I clamber onto him. There’s nothing flattering about how I change positions with his help, but I don’t care. I need this.I need to feel him against me and in me. In case all of this perfection slips through my fingers.
I link my arms around his neck. With him holding my hips, I hover over him and swivel my hips around, wetting the tip of his cock.
He clenches his teeth. “Christ, I could come just from this.”
“You need more.” I relax my legs to sink onto him, but he holds me in place.
