I go over to the trees and get down on all fours in the soft moss-covered earth. The ground is cool under my palms. He comes up behind me, and then his huge hands are on my hips. He has tattoos that wind up over his wrists and forearms, beautiful dark ink that covers his chest too.
“Your pussy is so wet for me.” His voice has gone rough in a different way now. Something awed in it. “I’ve never been with a human before, Carla. You are so soft and delicate.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
“I have no doubt.”
He brings his thumb to my clit and starts moving it in slow, deliberate circles, and a sound escapes me before I can stop it.
“Carla.” I hear his smile in the way he says my name.
I turn back to look at him, and he is a very attractive man.
“Sorry.” I’m already rocking back into his hand. My breathing has gone to pieces, and he’s barely started. “It won’t happen again,” I tell him.
“It’s been a few years since I was with a female.” He keeps his voice low and easy, while his thumb continues its slow, ruinous circles.
I turn my head back to look at him over my shoulder. “Seriously?” I can’t quite pull off the casual tone I’m going for. “You must be ready to explode.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
He bends down between my parted thighs. His mouth finds me from behind, and everything narrows to what he is doing. To the heat of it, the pressure, the slow drag of his tongue along my folds before he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks. I drop down onto my elbows and press my face into the crook of my arm. A sound wants to come out of me that is ragged and high-pitched, but I push it back. Instead, it comes out small and wrecked against my own skin.
Then he uses his fingers and holy freaking shitballs.
One first, working into me slowly, and the stretch of it draws a sharp inhale through my nose. He’s thorough and careful and maddeningly good at this, his mouth still moving on my clit while his finger finds the right angle and curls, and I am grinding against his hand. He adds a second finger, and I grab a fistful of moss because I need to hold on to something.
He adds a third.
Oh god.
My eyes go wide.
I am trying so hard to be quiet. I am biting the inside of my cheek and pressing my mouth into my arm and doing everything a person can do to keep the sounds inside. They keep escaping anyway, these broken little exhales timed exactly to the pull of his hand, and I cannot stop them.
“I’m going to—” I manage, which is the most warning I can give him right now.
“Do it.” His mouth comes back to my clit.
My hand goes over my mouth. It sounds like I’m struggling to breathe. My eyes are wide. My whole body tenses before letting go, and all at once. My orgasm rips through me in a long,rushing wave that pulls all the way from the base of my spine outward, and my body clamps around his fingers in wave after wave. I would have pitched forward except my other hand is still buried in the dirt, holding on. He doesn’t stop. He keeps working me through it, his fingers moving, his mouth drawing out every last shudder until the whole thing has run its course and I’m trembling and slack and pressed into the earth.
Okay.
Wow!
He really knows what he’s doing.
I clamber back up onto all fours and look over my shoulder, sticking my ass in the air. His gaze is focused on my pussy. The desire I see there has me feeling all hot and bothered again.
Magma leans over me and puts his tip to my entrance. His eyes find mine.
I bite down on my lip as he starts rocking into me, and I forget about everything else. His abs flex with each movement. His eyes narrow and get all stormy.
He moves slowly in careful pushes that take my breath.
Magma goes a little deeper each time, and the sounds he makes are soft and low. They’re the sounds of someone trying to hold it together and not entirely managing it. He reaches forward and cups my breasts in both hands, his palms warm and rough, squeezing gently as he works his way into me.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is very quiet. “It has never been this damned tight before.” A pause, and his hips still. “Are you good?”
