Her answer is a trail of kisses down my jaw, her teeth scraping against my skin as she breathes, “Please don’t stop touching me.”
Her soft voice shreds the last of my restraint.
My fingers trail up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it with one flick. The straps slip from her shoulders and then she’s bare—soft and warm in my hands.
Her breath catches, a soft gasp breaking free as my thumbs brush over her breasts, and it nearly destroys me.
My heart stutters when she starts to move against me—rocking, grinding, searching—and I swear I could die happy right here, suffocated beneath her need. Beneathher.
Fuck me—she has no idea what she’s doing to me. No idea how long I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve wantedher.
My cock throbs, straining against my sweats, and I grit my teeth, trying to take it slow. To savor. To give her the choice to stop me at any second. But she’s testing every ounce of my self-control, and I know I won’t last long. Not like this. Not with her looking at me like I’m the only thing in her world.
“Sadie,” I rasp, rolling us until she’s beneath me, sprawled across the blanket.
My shirt is gone in a blur, the need to feel her skin against mine too consuming. The second our bodies touch, heat rips through me. She hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me down in a desperate kiss, like she’s drowning and I’m her last breath, her lifeline.
Her hips lift, grinding against me as she fumbles at my waistband, and the innocent clumsiness of it—her eagerness—almost kills me.
Every ounce of resolve slips away and I sink further in. If I’m going to be ruined, I might as well enjoy it. She’s going to rip me apart, and I’ll willingly give her every fucking piece.
Heat coils tighter as I shove my pants down, kick them off, and hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings. She lifts her hips for me and I peel them from her legs, not stopping until she’s nearly bare beneath me.
“Wesley,” she whispers, trembling as my hand slips between her thighs, caressing her through the thin fabric.“Please.”
My mouth claims hers—one long, slow drag of tongue against tongue—before sliding lower, trailing down her torso. I savor the way her stomach tightens under each kiss, the soft gasp she giveswhen my teeth graze her ribs, the tremor in her thighs when I nip at the tender skin on the insides of them.
She quivers beneath me as I toy with the edge of her panties before tugging them down and tossing them aside.
My eyes graze over her entire body—completely naked, spread out for me, skin glowing under the moonlight. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. The kind of beautiful that makes you believe in things you shouldn’t. I commit every detail to memory, burning it into my brain like I’ll never get the chance again. Like part of me already knows this moment is going to split my life intobeforeandafter.
Her thighs hook over my shoulders as I lower my mouth to her, my tongue teasing her clit in light, fluttering strokes. When she tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs, I groan against her, the vibration pulling a depraved moan from her lips.
Last time I had her like this, I couldn’t take my time and savor her. Tonight, I’ll worship every inch of her until she forgets her own name.
She’s already trembling, desperately rolling against my mouth. I slide one finger into her slowly, curling just enough to make her whimper. She gasps, clenching around me, tight as fuck, and I slow my hand, easing her into it.
For a split second, I worry I’m pushing too far—but then she cries out, broken and pleading, “Don’t stop.”
She’s lost her mind if she thinks I could stop right now. The sky could fall and I still wouldn’t fucking stop.
She melts against my tongue as I slide in a second finger, curling to the rhythm of my mouth—and I know I’ll never have enough.
Her moans grow frantic, breathless, until she’s trembling, arching off the blanket, her thighs clamping tight around my head. The sound that tears from her throat rips through me. Ifeel it in my chest, in my bones, like she’s unraveling both of us at once.
Slowing the rhythm, I kiss the inside of her thighs, cherishing the way her breathing stutters and evens out. Then I crawl back up her body, pressing soft kisses to her ribs, then her collarbone, finally finding her mouth again.
Her hand skims down my stomach, palm brushing over my cock through my briefs. I shudder at the contact, pressing into her touch.
“I want more,” she whispers against my lips.
“More?” My voice is wrecked, needy.
She slips her hand under my waistband, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking slowly. “I want all of you.”
Fuck. I’m so far gone for this girl.
My hands shake as I fumble for the condom stashed in the cooler pocket, almost dropping it when I tear the foil open.
