She moved slowly at first, relishing all the ways his hardness melted into her softness.
“Use me, sweetheart,” he whimpered, lacing his fingertips through hers. “Take what you need.”
She did.
Finding that exquisite spot and heavenly pressure, she rocked her hips faster against him. To her absolute delight, he met her at every sharp thrust. When she flattened her palms against his damp chest, flushed pink beneath that golden tan, every muscle in his body clenched.
His head tipped back, exposing a fine vein running down the center of his throat. Her center fluttered as the vein pulsed.
Slowly, she leaned down and traced it with her tongue. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Shit,” he hissed, equally dazed. “Lean back. Let me see you.”
She anchored her hands on his thighs. He sighed appreciatively, gripping her hips to hold her steady. Taking his time getting a good look.
Slowly, his hands traversed her curves like a map. First, he cupped her breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples until she cried out. Then, he massaged the soft slope of her belly. She slipped her own hand beneath his. She was eager to feel his thickness, flexing and making space inside her.
“This view,” he moaned. “I could die watching you. I’d be the happiest man.”
Jamie reached between their bodies and made easy circleswhere he knew she needed it most. He worked her slick, tender bud—sometimes quickly, sometimes infuriatingly slow—until she ached for release.
She sucked her bottom lip and bounced faster.
“Oh, fuck?—”
There. So much pressure. So muchgood. Warm and pulsating and refusing to be ignored. Heat rushed from her belly and up to her throat.
“You can let go, Bee,” he said, voice snagging on each breath. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She rocketed through the atmosphere until she saw stars—not just the ones in the sky.
“Show off for me. You know I need it. I need you…”
“I need you too.” She tossed her head back, letting endorphins drag her higher.
Brinton cried out again. It was, perhaps, the best perk of making love in the countryside. Her body was a drawstring, every muscle cinched at once. She begged to snap, reanimate, and snap again.
Firmly, his hands ground her hips into his as they rolled. “You gonna come for me?”
“Yes, I?—”
“You feel like heaven. The best I’ve ever had, Brinton?—”
“Jamie—”
Her vision went white, then electric blue. Finally, shelet go.
She was free-falling into Earth’s atmosphere as Jamie’s hips punched higher, practically erratic. He pressed her into his chest, then surrendered to her completely in one long, desperate push.
He felt incredible. No—otherworldly. She’d never felt more alive than with his hot, raspy breaths splintering across her neck.
Brinton lay on his chest—legs tingly, his big hands stillsqueezing her hips—and listened to his pitch-perfect heartbeat. A steadylub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. It was her new favorite song. After a few minutes, he brought her water and pulled a quilt over their sweaty, satisfyingly spent bodies. They lay on their backs, silently marveling at the stars, as if exclusively out for them.
Jamie rolled onto his side, facing her.
“Lordy, woman. That was…”
Beneath the blanket, he traced overlapping hearts onto her obliques.
