"You're gonna be the death of me," he growled against my mouth and his voice still had the power to make me weak in the knees.
Then Garret pulled away long enough to shrug out of his cut and stretch it out onto the grass behind me. One hand cradled the back of my head and the other grabbed my hip possessively, making my breath hitch.
The leather was warm from his body as I lay down and he lowered himself over me, and then his mouth was on my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just below my ear.
"I wish I could help you forget all of that, even for a few minutes." His voice rumbled through my chest, and he had no idea he was already doing just that.
"Show me," I whispered.
His hand pushed under the hem of my top and slid up my ribs, rough callouses dragging across my skin. He found my breast and palmed it, squeezing until I gasped and arched up into him. And then he shoved the bra up without bothering to unclasp it and closed his mouth over my nipple. The heat of his tongue pulled a groan from my lips as I spread my legs and let him nestle between them deeper.
He sucked harder and my fingers dug into his hair. My hips lifted off the ground, grinding up against him because the ache between my legs was unbearable and I needed friction, needed pressure, needed anything he'd give me.
He gave it to me.
His hand slid down my stomach and popped the button on my jeans and worked inside my underwear, and the moment his fingers touched me, we both groaned. "You're dripping, Sara."His fingers slid through the mess soaking my folds, parting me open and spreading the wetness up and over my clit. "Did I do this to you?"
"All of it," I breathed. "Every bit."
Garret circled my clit with two fingers, pressing just hard enough to make my thighs fall open wider. I was swollen and sensitive and every pass of his fingertips sent electric shocks radiating up through my belly and down through my legs. He watched my face while he worked me, studying every twitch and gasp and adjustment of my hips, learning me all over again.
"Tell me how that feels," he said.
"It feels—" I couldn't finish because he slid two fingers inside me and curled them forward, and my brain shorted out. My back bowed off the ground and my hand shot down to grip his wrist, not to stop him but to hold him there.
He pumped his fingers slow and deep while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. The sensation built a pressure inside me that felt volcanic. It was so fast and sudden I couldn't hold back. He had barely touched me but I was on the edge that fast.
"Garret, I'm going to?—"
"I know you are." He curled harder and pressed his thumb down flat. "Let go."
Little twitches started first, in my belly and thighs, that spread to my neck arching back, and my toes curling inside my shoes and then it snapped. My body unfurled like a coiled spring that burst loose from its confines, unwinding outward so hard I writhed and jolted. Garret continued working me, thrusting and rubbingas he bit down on a nipple and grinded his dick on my outer thigh.
It was so powerful I found myself moaning and grunting through clenched teeth, spitting on myself until his lips covered mine in a heated kiss and swallowed the sounds. And when he growled against my mouth, it made me shudder from my head to my toes.
Slowly the convulsions slowed and waned, and Garret pulled his fingers out. I watched him bring them to his lips and slide them into his mouth, tasting me with his eyes locked on mine. The intimacy of it, the hunger on his face while he did it, made my stomach flip and my core clench with fresh lust even though I was still trembling from the aftershocks.
"You taste the same as always. Delicious," he said. "I used to think about that. How sweet you tasted. Drove me out of my mind."
I pulled him down and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. If he kept talking about how much he missed me I was going to cry. He seemed to understand what I needed without me asking, and he kissed me back until my lips were raw and his dick insisted on more attention.
I slid my hand into his jeans and gripped him, though there was little room to do much other than let my hand rest there, but it encouraged him more. He pulled back, undoing his jeans first to let me pull my hand free. Then he tugged my shoes off and set them aside before shimmying my jeans lower and lower until they were piled on the grass beside us and his hands were memorizing my curves.
His thumbs traced along the creases where my thighs met my valley, teasing my edges without touching where I was swollen and aching. I squirmed under his hands.
"Don't tease me, Garret," I told him.
"I'm not teasing," he coaxed, unbuckling his belt, and then he freed himself. My chest swelled and my groin screamed for attention as I looked down at his dick. "I'm savoring."
I reached for him and wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly from base to the tip, running my thumb over the bead of wetness gathered there and spreading it down his shaft.
His eyes closed and a growl rumbled up out of his chest. "Sara, if you keep that up I'm going to lose it."
"Then get inside me."
He settled between my thighs and lifted one of my legs over his forearm, opening me wider. I felt his dick press against my entrance, and then he pushed forward in one slow, devastating stroke that stretched me open around him inch by inch until he was buried completely.
The fullness of him inside me made my eyes roll back and my lips part on a moan that I couldn't control. He filled every part of me, pressed against every wall, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
