I lift my head and peek up at her as I move to her other breast, giving that nipple the same attention. A continued slow, sensual assault on a hyper-sensitive area that has her body undulating, her breathing more labored.
This is the type of attention I didn’t have the restraint for last night.
I never understood what people meant when they said that they lost their minds around a woman, that they went feral and slipped into some mindless biology driven and lust-filled frenzy, but that’s exactly what it was. That’s what I became—some primitive beast with only one thing on my mind.
It’s why I stayed away from her today, why I had to, because I would’ve had her like this the entire time if I hadn’t.
On her back…
My mouth on her…
Every fucking inch of this luscious woman mine for the taking.
I finally release her nipple and slowly work my way down her stomach, kissing and licking and grazing my lips over her warm, soft skin until I find a tiny strip of fabric covering her cunt.
Lace.
Raven Perry brought a barely-there lace thong to the top of McBride Mountain…
I slide my fingers along the edge of it, making her hips buck at the gentle glide of my callouses against her. “I told you to pack an emergency bag and this is what you brought?”
Her mouth falls open, and she glares at me. “You didn’t give me any information to go on or tell me anything about where we were going. I packed the first thing my hand found in the drawer.”
A grin pulls at my lips, and it feels so foreign, something I haven’t done in so long I’m surprised my body even remembers how to. “Believe me, Firefly, I am not complaining.”
The sexy little piece of fabric couldn’t be more out of place on the mountain, especially in this cabin, but on her, it’s sheer perfection.
Literally.
It can barely even be called a thong. It’s more of a thin line of lace that allows me to feel how wet she already is when I graze my fingertips along her core.
She groans as her eyes drift closed, her hips rolling into my touch, and I lower my head and kiss the spot just above the edge of the fabric as I slowly pull it down her bare legs.
I kiss lower.
Skimming her thighs.
The sides of her knees.
Her beautiful ankles.
All the way down to her red painted toes before I drop the only thing separating me from Heaven on the floor and lean back on my knees.
Spread out before me, almost completely naked, my shirt still covering her arms, her blond hair laid across the pillow like a goddamn halo, it’s hard not to wonder if the woman I thought was the fucking devil in my life was actually some sort of angel sent by a God I don’t understand, who has one really fucked up sense of humor.
Because what I said to her was true…
The only time I’ve felt alive the last few months, the only time I’ve felt anything but pain and guilt, has been during my arguments with her. And then getting inside her last night and having her hot, tight pussy squeeze around me.
But if I spend too much time thinking about that, I’ll never get to what I really want. Now that I can see her glistening cunt in the light coming from the computer screen, I need to bury my face between her thighs and taste her.
I slide back until I can do just that, and the first swipe of my tongue through her soaked core almost makes me come in my jeans.
Good fucking God…
Her arousal coats my tongue, the taste enough to make my mouth water for more. I lick again and suck on her flesh, desperate to get more, to suck off every damn drop.
She groans and tugs on my hair, trying to direct me up to where she wants me to go, but I hold my ground, refusing to give her what she wants: a quick, hard orgasm.
