I’m not even self-conscious about it. Everything in this moment is right.
He leans back to look at me, and my whole body flushes at the primal heat in his gaze.
Stark spends a moment juststaring, and I can tell he’s cataloging it all. My heavy, heaving breasts. The patch of dark hair between my thighs, which are spread for him. The glistening wetness between them.
Then he moves toward me again, capturing my lips in a forceful, pleading kiss. I moan against his mouth as he draws closer, as the rigidity of his cock presses near my core.
“Use me.” My words come out whiny. I’m so keyed up that I’m nearly incoherent.
He laughs darkly, pulling away from me. “Isn’t that my line, princess? And I thought I was in charge here. Get on your hands and knees.”
A thrill sparks through me, and I do as he says, the dirt and grass biting into my knees. Anticipation builds as I wait to hear his pants come down, wait for him to slide into me.
Instead, I nearly jump when his warm hand strokes down my back. Hepushes firmly, forcing my torso down to the grass. I press my face into the ground, stretch my arms over my head.
Whatever is happening here is literally filthy, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Stark wraps his strong arms around my thighs, and I gasp as he yanks me backward… toward his waiting face.
Heat sears through me as his firm, hot tongue slides along the entirety of my slit.
“Stark,” I moan.
It starts slow, like he’s learning my taste. His stubble is beautifully rough against the apex of my thighs. As he strokes over me, his hands come up and grip my legs, pressing them wider, opening me up farther for him.
And then Stark reaches up and flicks my clit while plunging his tongue deep inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I almost scream.
He lets out an answering groan, the rumble of it against my core nearly bringing me to the edge. He starts to rhythmically strum at my most sensitive place with his long, expert fingers while plunging his tongue in and out of me.
I rock my hips back against his face. “Please,please,” I beg. He’s already giving me everything I could ever need, pushing me to an orgasm faster than I’ve ever felt. “I’m gonna—”
Stark pulls his face away from me quickly, and I nearly start to cry in frustration. “Why—?”
Grabbing my hips, he flips me onto my back, the scratch of the grass rough against my skin and only heightening my longing. His face is flushed as his dark gaze combs my body. His lips glisten with my need.
Then he growls, “I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long, princess. I need to watch your face when you come. Pull your knees up.”
Dazed, I do as he says, holding my knees tight to my shoulders, exposing myself entirely to him once more.
Stark’s long, rough fingers start to tease at my entrance. I cry out his name and can’t stop my hips from rocking to his touch.
“Please.”
He lifts his face to smirk at me wickedly and then, without warning, he sinks two big fingers deep inside, stroking and twisting. I almost levitate off the ground, overwhelmed with sensation and wanting more, more.
Stark’s mouth goes to my clit, and he sucks hard. He lets his teeth graze over me before giving quick, gentle strokes with his tongue, teasing me. Driving me wild as he fucks me with his fingers. I push into him mindlessly, and he reaches his other hand up to play with my nipples again.
I’m whimpering, begging. I’m not thinking about anything other than his hands and his tongue and the intense sensation lancing through me, pulling me apart.
“Stark,” I whimper. I reach down and fist my fingers in his hair as the cresting wave starts to take me.
“Stark. Stark.Stark.” His name, over and over, a prayer on my tongue.
Muscles start to tighten. I can’t stop. Can’t stop any of it. Don’t want to. My thighs burn, and my heart beats so hard that it jumps from my lips in a desperate little, “Please, please,please. Stark.”
We make eye contact as I come, pleasure cresting from deep inside of me and washing over my whole body. His tongue doesn’t let up, teasing and licking. The world splits into fractured light, sensation pulling me apart in a thousand little pieces and then putting me back together again.
