“Fuck.” Vale hisses, coming fast and furious. Her essence coats the tip of this wand.
My mouth waters, thirsty to lap her up, but this isn’t about me. Not yet.
Capturing her ankle, I bring it up to my shoulder, thus causing Vale to fall back. She chuckles once before my mouth kisses the knob of her ankle. She’s open in a new way in this position, and as my mouth trails over her calf, I shift the wand to enter her, craving that doubleheader I told her I sought.
“Cort,” she whimpers.
“Take your time, Bee. I have all night.” I don’t really, but I’m not leaving this room until she’s satisfied a second time. Moving from her calf to the underside of her leg, I nip her skin.
“That feels good,” she admits breathlessly.
“A little pain with the pleasure? My bee likes the sting.”
“Just a little.” She bites her lower lip, and I tally another item on my mental list.
Working the wand in and out of her, I move closer and closer to her center with my mouth, inhaling the tangy musk scent combined with her honey essence. Wanting a taste but resisting.
Vale reaches above her head, gripping the opposite edge of the slim camp bed and grinding on the wand inside her.
“Look at you,” I encourage as her hips slowly roll. “You like this, honeybee?” Her body says she does.
“Gonna let my dick be here instead one day?” I ask, hoping, praying, teasing her as I drive the vibrator faster.
“Cort,” she groans.
“Vale,” I counter, my thumb wanting to play with that prettynub, the trigger to tip her over the edge. Instead, I pull the wand from her body, swipe her clit, and then slip inside her again, watching as Vale detonates. She goes off like fireworks against a dark sky. So bright, so beautiful, like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
I sink my teeth into her inner thigh, letting her ride out the celebration within.
I’m so hard, I can’t resist, gripping myself over my athletic pants, running the heel of my hand down my rock-solid length.
Eventually, Vale whispers, “Enough.”
Withdrawing the toy, I power it off and drop it to the bed. Then I reach for her waist and tug her upright, needing to taste her mouth again.
Vale kisses like she’s putting all of her into it. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I don’t pull back, don’t even flinch. We kiss for long, languid seconds before Vale leans away and settles her forehead against mine.
“Let me play with you.” Her tone is desperate, hungry and begging as she clutches my T-shirt.
“You don’t need to do that,” I assure her, despite how primed my body is.
“I want to,” she hums, risking a kiss to the corner of my mouth. Then another to my cheek and one to my chin. “I need to taste you.”
Shocking me, she licks up my lips.
I want this. I fucking want this so badly, but my head instantly gets in the way. Ghosts creeping in about being in such a vulnerable position.
Get over yourself, Cort. Slowly, I rise, my knees popping as I do. I grip the base of the upper bunk for leverage and stand to my full height, gazing down at Vale. Sweet Vale. All innocent and untouched in her own way.
When she reaches for my waistband, though, I flinch. Unwarranted. Unknowingly.
Shit.
Vale holds her hands outward, like she’s frozen in freeze-tag, the game we played earlier tonight.
“I’m sorry.” Her apology is hesitant, while concerned eyes glance up at me towering over her. Like she doesn’t know what she’s done wrong when it’s not about her at all.
“I’msorry,” I mutter, knowing it must be confusing. Last night, I was all in, not thinking about anything but pleasing Vale. Tonight, I want the same thing. She looks hungry to take me, and I fucking want to be taken. But I have rules.
