"Goddamn." I drop down on my elbows between her legs, and she's already glistening for me. "Soaked already."
"Yes, you make me so wet."
"Good girl."
I drag the flat of my tongue right up the middle of her, from bottom to top, and she nearly writhes off the blanket. The taste of her hits me like a shot of whiskey, sweet and salty, and I have to grip her thighs to hold her in place.
"That's it." I do it again, slower. "You taste incredible, baby.”
I take my time, relishing in her shivers and moans. I lick long, flat strokes up her seam, delving into her silky folds, feeling her shake. I suck her clit, lightly then harder, and circle it with the tip of my tongue.
"Beck—"
“Yes, darlin’," I mumble against her, and she jerks and whimpers as if she's been shocked.
"I'm—oh god—I'm gonna…"
"Yeah you are." I sink my tongue into her, then tease her clit between my lips, then suck. "Come in my mouth.Give it all to me.”
And with another loud moan, she does.
Her hand fists so tight in my hair, my eyes water as her thighs try to squeeze my ears. But I hold them open, working her pussy as it spasms under my tongue. I groan against her, slowly easing the pressure, licking her as I savor every last drop as she comes down trembling.
When I lift my head, my scruff is wet, her chest is heaving, and her eyes are glassy.
"Hey." I crawl up her body, kissing her sweat-slicked skin on the way. "Darlin', you okay?”
She pulls me down on top of her hard. Her mouth opens under mine and she licks into it, tasting herself on my tongue, and my hips grind down into hers as I kiss her back.
"Take me now." She says it against my mouth, ragged. "Do you—have a condom?”
I press my forehead to hers, panting. "Uh…yeah, um…let me think. There’s probably one in the bag.” I start to get up, but she shoves me so I fall onto my back next to her.
“I’ll look for it.” She gets up and is such a glorious sight buck-naked in socks, as she rifles through the bag.
"God, I love you," falls out of my mouth before I can stop it, and she turns with a condom in her hand, eyes wide. "I'm sorry. I mean—I didn't mean to?—"
"It’s okay, just…pull your sweats down," she says, and that alone makes me love her even more.
What is wrong with me?
I get the sweats down to my knees. They won’t be going further, unless I take off the brace.
She comes back down and her eyes drop to my cock. The look on her face is both stunned and hungry, and my dick bobs in anticipation.
She takes a deep breath. “Stay on your back. It’ll be easier on your ankle if I ride you.”
Sweet Christ.
"Darlin'." My voice is so hoarse. “If you wanna kill me, just say so. It’ll be quicker."
She huffs a laugh and rips the condom open, and I prop myself on my elbows to watch her crawl back over me. She straddles my thighs, those pretty pink folds glistening in the firelight, and the sight of her has my cock leaking precum onto my stomach.
She wraps her small hand around the base and my hips kick up off the blanket. She's still got the condom pinched between her fingers, and she takes her sweet time rolling it down my dick, her thumb brushing the underside as she goes, and I'm grinding my teeth.
"Comfortable?" she asks, all sweet and innocent.
"Get up here."
