“I want to take my time with you.”
“I support that.” Her hands tightened. “I also support urgency.”
I drew her down onto the bed and followed, stretching out beside her. The sheets were warm from the cabin, rough cotton against my skin. Sunny rolled toward me and kissed my shoulder, my throat, the edge of my jaw. Her hands moved over me with confidence now, no hesitation left in them.
I kissed her breasts, took one nipple into my mouth, and felt her arch under me. Her thigh slid between mine. She was already wet when my hand moved lower, and the sound she made went straight through my blood.
“Look at me,” I said.
Sunny opened her eyes.
I slid my fingers through her pussy, slow enough to feel the way she tried to chase my hand. “I love how you ask for what you want.”
Her hips lifted. “Then you should reward good communication.”
I smiled against her breast. “You’re still bossy.”
“I’m still waiting.”
I gave her what she asked for.
My fingers moved over her clit in steady circles, then dipped lower, teasing her entrance before sliding inside. Sunny’s hand clamped around my shoulder. Her breath came faster, and she pressed into my hand with every stroke. She didn’t go quiet. She never had. Every gasp and rough little sound made the cabin feel smaller and warmer around us.
“That’s it,” I said. “Let me feel you.”
Her eyes flashed. “You don’t get to say that like you’re winning.”
“I’m not winning. I’m taking care of what’s mine.”
She went still for half a breath.
Then she tightened around my fingers. “Flint,” she gasped. I held her through it, my thumb working her clit while she shook against me, thighs clamped around my hand and curls spread across my pillow.
When she came down, she blinked up at me, cheeks flushed, mouth soft.
“Yours?” she asked.
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Only if I’m yours.”
“You’re mine.”
Then I moved down her body.
Sunny propped herself on her elbows. “Flint.”
I kissed the inside of her thigh. “I need to taste you.”
Her elbows gave out.
“Okay,” she said, breathless. “That was a complete sentence, and I support it.”
I laughed once, then put my mouth on her.
Her sweetness hit my tongue, and the rest of the day fell away. I licked her slow at first, then firmer when her hands found my hair. She opened for me, hips lifting, one knee sliding higher along my shoulder. I used my hands to hold her close while I learned every sound she made when the teasing stopped and the pleasure took over.
“Flint, please.”
I lifted my head. “Tell me what you want.”
