I set the blanket that was wrapped around my shoulders on the ground.
I turn toward him and start to unzip my dress, and he stills, watching as the fabric falls from my body. I’m standing in just my soft pink panties and bra. His eyes roam over me.
“What are you doing, Shelby?” He plucks at his shirt, looks away for a second, only to look right back at me.
I can’t stop myself as I unclip my bra letting it slide off, before slipping my panties down. I know that he’ll never make a move if I don’t. That isn’t how Ember is with me. I turn around, facing away from him.
In a second, he’s standing behind me, his erection pressing against my ass.
“Can you stay here tonight?” I ask. “Just you and me, Ember?”
“Yes,” he whispers against my ear, wrapping his arms around my middle. His warmth is overwhelming. As I lean against him. He runs his hands over my stomach and upward, cupping my breasts. I let out a gasp. God, it’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this. He takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, massaging them gently.
“Oh, God,” I moan, pushing my ass against his erection. I’ve never wanted to be pleasured as badly as I do now.
“Do you trust me?” He asks against my ear.
“I do.” I gasp as he pinches my nipples.
“Turn around.” I do as I’m told.
“You’re fucking beautiful, firefly,” he insists, and I start to deny it, but he continues. “You’re everything a man could ever want and need, and I will never let you forget that.”
My pulse quickens at the look in his eyes; it’s nothing short of sizzling. And at this moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else or have anyone else look at me the way he is. My skin prickles at the breeze against it.
Every part of me wants this, him, us right here with the sound of the water and the way my heart thuds wildly against my ribcage. I want to revel in the feeling of his fingers tracing my arms or the way my stomach tightens at that sensation.
He crouches in front of me until he is at eye level, my gaze moving from his eyes to his lips and back up to those obsidian depths that threaten to drown me. The fear of water is nothing compared to the fear of losing my soul in those eyes.
My breath hitches, and when he crashes his lips to mine, I give in, wrap my hands around his neck, scared that if I let go, I’ll come down to earth, and none of this will be real. That a man like Ember wouldn’t want a woman like me. I’m broken in ways that he may never understand, but right now, in his arms, in this kiss, I feel whole.
He kisses me like it’s the last thing he’s meant to do and the first at the same time. He awakens my soul and ignites a fire within me; I haven’t felt in years. He pulls me closer to him, and our bodies fit together like two pieces in a puzzle. My hands wrap around him, and I don’t want to let go. His hands roam down my back and cup my ass, squeezing gently, tugging me onto his erection. I feel the wetness between my legs, and I want him to touch me, to make me moan his name. I would do anything he asks, so I never have to lose this connection between us.
“That’s for you, firefly. Nobody but you.” He is breathless, and so am I as I deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth, our tongues dancing, our lips colliding. I’m consumed by the scent of him and the feel of being in his arms.
“I want you,” I whisper as I break away, my eyes meeting his. All I know is that I want this man inside me. I want him to make me forget everything that ever happened before this.
He understands, lifting me, so I wrap my legs around him. I can’t help but grind my pussy against him. I need relief only he can give me. He walks me toward the daybed, his lips touching mine, trailing kisses on my neck and my shoulders.
He lays me down, and I shuffle up. He hovers over me, prying my knees open with his hands, licking his lips when he lays eyes on my pussy.
I feel exposed but only for a second, because his mouth is on me, his fingers spreading me open, licking, sucking, and devouring me until I cry out. He’s not gentle. He’s a hungry feral beast.
“I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Let go, baby, this is for you,” his voice edges me on. I let go, arching off the surface of the bed, tugging at his hair while fucking his face. He sucks and bites on my clit until I feel the pressure building in my stomach, my orgasm is a mixture of pleasure and pain, and a mewl leaves my lips as I ride the waves of pleasure. And just when I think I’m done, he latches onto my clit, pushing a digit into me, and I whimper underneath him, unable to explain the intensity of this moment. My breathing is ragged, and I don’t know I’m crying until his body covers mine, and his strong arms wrap around me. He pulls a blanket over us and lets me fall apart against his chest. What he doesn’t understand is that this is the best I’ve felt in a really long time.
“Shh, firefly. I’m here.”
I wake up in the middle of the night, shivering slightly but still in his arms, the stars shimmering above us, the moon lights up the stream, his breathing is even. I trace my hand over his shirt, chest, and abs. I can’t believe that I’m here. I bury my face in his chest and grin. I start to unbutton his shirt, moving the fabric to expose his skin. I trace my way downward. It doesn’t take him long to wake up. “If you keep doing that, I can’t be responsible for my actions.”
I giggle. “What if I don’t want you to be responsible? What if I want to feel you inside me?”
“Shelby, talk like that is gonna get you spanked.”
I run my tongue along his chest, over a nipple, circling then biting. “Take those pants off.”
“Shelby!” he growls but does as he is told, standing and undressing. He lies back down, and I continue from where I left off, wrapping my palm around his impressive length, moving my hands up and down it. He’s rock hard, and I like that, the thought that I do this to him.
