“Shit…yes.” I lick my lips and tilt my hips.
“Then give me another one. Come,” he says roughly, and dips his head, sucking my nipple through my bra.
“How?” I whisper, feeling the pull in my stomach. He grinds down, rubbing on my clit. I stare at the sky, having no idea how he can play my body as well as he does. I tip over the edge and claw his back.
“Just. Like. That.” I move across the ground with the movement of his hips. “Haven,” he roars, placing his hands on the grass. He pushes his chest up, keeping his hips against mine, and drops his head back. My mouth parts as I ride the orgasm until the end, and watch him lose control.
His body shudders, and then drops. I squeeze him tightly and press my lips to his chest. I'm covered with his big, tattooed body, and have never felt so safe.
Loved.
Wanted.
His demands gave me the freedom to just feel. I didn’t have to think about my next move or how I looked from the angles he put me in. My mind was consumed with nothing but him. Usually, my brain can’t shut off long enough to enjoy sex. My doubts are fading quickly, and I know Bane and his brothers willtake care of all my needs. I relax, gliding my palms across his shoulders and down his back as far as I can reach. His breath coasts over my ear and ruffles my hair.
“You okay, Butterfly?” he rumbles, and I smile. I love the nickname.
“Perfect,” I breathe, and he chuckles.
“Good to hear.” He shifts to the side slightly, and I don’t want to lose him. “You want me to stay inside?” he asks, grinning at me.
“Yes…Daddy.” I smile, and he stops moving. Palming my cheek, he brushes his thumb over my skin.
“I love that,” he whispers. “Thank you for calling me that. It means something to me.”
“I wanted to.”
“You please me, mate,” he rasps.
I feel the burn in my cheeks. I don’t know how I can blush after what we just did.
“We’re outside,” I state.
“Yeah.” He continues to caress my cheek.
“I’ve never had sex outside,” I mumble, and he stops moving.
“Let’s make a rule,” he says roughly.
“Rule?”
“You won’t ever talk about anyone else having sex with you.”
“I can do that.”
“Appreciate it,” he rumbles, and kisses me. He eases back, and I groan as he pulls out of me. “I would love to stay inside you the rest of the day, but it’s getting cooler.” I turn and notice the fading light. “Get dressed.” He moves away and picks up my pants. I sit up and hold up my ruined underwear, lifting a brow. “I’m not sorry.” He grins. “It would be easier if you never wore any.”
“That’s probably not going to happen,” I say, shaking my head.
“Shame,” he sighs. I adjust my shirt and take my pants out of his hand. He winks and retrieves his clothes. It doesn’t take long before I’m standing and waiting for him. “You like to watch too.”
“What’s not to like,” I say, biting my lip. He walks toward me as he pulls his shirt over his stomach.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks, resting his palm on my waist.
“Couldn’t you tell?” I sass.
“Mmm…” He tightens his grip. “We will explore this bratty side you are showing.”
