Page 121 of Off the Grid

My chuckle vibrates through the night. “Ride me, Camilla. I want to watch you in the moonlight.”

She pauses, her eyebrows lifted and her lips in a perfect fuckable pout.

Yeah, that will be happening later too.

“Well, Mr. Riggs. I’d love to comply with your demand, but it seems we have way too many clothes on to make that wish a reality.”

“How about we make a bet?”

She breaks character and looks at me drolly. “I do believe a bet is the reason we’re sitting here right now.”

I bark out a laugh. “You’ve got a point.” I press my lips to hers. “I’m still proposing a bet.”

“And what would that be, sir?” The breathless Moretti is back and fuck if it doesn’t make me rock hard.

“Whoever gets undressed the quickest gets oral later.”

A slow smile crawls over her lips. “But I have more clothes on. More to undo.”

“Then you’ll get a head start.” We both rise to our feet. “Three. Two. One.”

I have to hand it to her. Camilla can undress quicker than shit. It’s only seconds before we’re both breathless, laughing, and tripping as we step out of our jeans.

“Victory!” she shouts as she raises both arms in the air, her tits bouncing as she does.

I groan at the sight of her in the moonlight. I won. Even with the head start, I still won, but I’m not calling her on it. What man would miss the chance of licking her pussy? Of feeling it tighten around his tongue as she came? Of tasting that sweet tang of her arousal on his tongue?

“Get over here,” I growl as I sit down and reach my hand out to her. She climbs onto my lap and straddles my hips so that my cock is right at her entrance.

She leans forward and kisses me. It’s laden with a demand for more but a desire to take things slow. To enjoy. To savor. To give. To receive.

My hands are on her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples as she slowly lowers herself down onto me.

“Jesus Christ.” She swallows the groaned-out words as her body accepts me. As the warm, wet heat of her pussy takes me in and squeezes around me.

Her head falls back from the sensation of me being inside her.

My hands slide down to her waist, to hold her still for a second more so that her arousal seeps out and coats my balls. So I can feel her every-fucking-where I possibly can. I’ve never wanted to be more marked by anyone in my life than I do right now.

“God, I love your cock,” she murmurs seconds before she starts to move. Her hands are on my shoulders as she rocks her hips back and forth over me. As she creates one angle on my cock for the ride down and another angle for the slide back up.

It’s a mixture of sensations.

A contrast of pleasure.

And I’ll fucking take anything else she throws my way because the woman knows how to own me in moments like this.

Up.

Down.

Grind.

The visual is incredible as I lean back on my elbows and watch Camilla work me over. Ride me. Fuck me.

Her body. Her face to the sky. Hair falling so far down her back that the ends tickle my thighs, adding yet another sensation. Her beautiful nipples pebbled from the night air. The top of her pussy—the tight strip of curls—glistening with moisture as she rides me. Her hands, pressing against my chest and her nails digging in ever so slightly as her desire turns ravenous. The moans falling from her lips turning to pants as her greed becomes need.

“Riggs,” she groans.