I kissed her again, slow and deep, as my fingers slid beneath the waistline of her shorts. She eased out of them, and with her eyes on me, her legs parted. My control slipped, enough that a strained groan escaped me.
I shook my head in wonder at the sight of her. Naked and spread out for me. Gods, she had no idea how close I was to losing myself.
“Finley.” Her name scraped from my throat. “You are everything.”
I traced my fingers along her inner thigh, wanting to claim each tremble and whimper. Her gaze burned with desire as she lifted her hips, demanding more. I gave her a slow, torturous stroke, and we both choked out a curse.
I rubbed against her slit, ready to slip a finger inside her, when I paused. “Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.”
She adjusted her hips, following my hand when I pulled away. “You feel so good,” she said, her voice scratchy and tender all at once. “Touch me, Brent.”
I gritted my teeth to fight back a moan. But she was wet and ready and so fucking eager. Smoke flared from my ribs, sliding down her sides in a possessive graze.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, my gaze locked on her heat. “Gods, you’re beautiful, Finley.”
I slipped a finger in, and she gasped as I sank inside her, curling my finger in a way that made her hiss.
“Brenton.” She whispered my name and followed it with a cry.
I swallowed hard, fighting the instinct to give her everything at once.
Then my mouth was on her. Hot open-mouthed kisses, and she jolted while her fingers fisted my hair. I kissed her sex with one intent—to show her what turned me on.Her.
I sucked and licked while I pumped my finger. I slipped in a second digit, adding pressure to her bud of nerves with my mouth. Her gasp tightened around my stomach, and I groaned.
Each flick of my tongue, drag of my mouth, suck, and nibble sent her closer to orgasm. I surrendered to her sounds of pleasure, each one drawing out my own. Smoke rippled across her stomach, down to her hips, as if echoing the motion of my hand, unable to restrain itself the way I fought to.
Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, every cry tearing through me until I was raw with need. I drove my tongue harder, curling my finger inside her, desperate to wrench out every last sound from her lips. She arched and cried my name again as her orgasm rolled over her in tremulous waves.
I shattered, and all that control I’d clung to disintegrated in a single breath. My hips jerked across the bed mat with my release tearing from me just from the taste of her, from the feel of her coming apart on my tongue. My magic erupted in a pulse, sweeping over her like a dark, warm breeze before I wrestled it back under my skin.
I groaned against her as her pleasure continued to take her, my own orgasm dragged out by hers. Breath shaking and embarrassed at how quickly I’d lost my composure, but there was no stopping it. Not with her.
Her every shiver, every cry was mine to worship. She came undone beneath me, and the knowledge I’d given her this, that I was her first taste of ecstasy, broke me apart more completelythan any release ever had. My body quaked, still spilling in my pants, while my mouth stayed locked on her, drinking in every last wave of her bliss.
I’d wanted nothing more than to give her this, yet I was the one who’d come undone.
When I dropped my body beside her, she curled into me. I traced the soft, satisfied smile of her lips.
“That was . . .” Her fingers tightened around my shirt. “Thank you.” She closed the distance, her lips pressed against mine.
“You’re thanking me?” I shifted, still a little shocked I’d come in my pants. “I should be on my knees thanking and worshipping you. Maybe later I will. I’m a little spent at the moment.”
She huffed out a small, tired laugh. “You’re the one who brought me to pleasure.”
I smirked. “I did do that, didn’t I?” I gave her a biting kiss that I quickly softened until she moaned against me. “Seems fair since you dragged out mine. In all my years, I’ve never once spilled in my clothes until you.”
Her eyes widened. “You . . .?”
“Yes.” I chuckled. “I should really clean myself off, but I don’t think I have it in me to move.”
Her smile turned feral while her gaze dropped to my erection. “Did you really . . . you know?”
“I came harder than I’ve ever come just from tasting you,” I said, my attention on her blazing eyes. “The sounds you make, Finley. I can’t wait to draw them from you again, if I’m ever able to move again. I fear you’ve immobilized me.”
Her cheeks reddened, but the fire in her eyes remained as she bit her bottom lip. “I’d like that. In the meantime, why don’t I get us both something to clean up with?”
She crawled to the other side of the tent, her ass angled at me like an irresistible challenge. It was truly her fault when I sat upand took one cheek in my palm. She hissed in a breath, and with a devilish grin, she peered at me from over her shoulder.
