He kissed his way down her stomach. He felt her start to suck it in, and he gave her a light slap on her butt.
“Don’t,” he growled.
She felt self-conscious in her plain white cotton panties and bra, almost naked in the moonlight under Austin’s hungry gaze, but that sense of awkwardness slipped away as he pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her with sweet, languorous intensity, his lips warm and firm and demanding against hers. She couldn’t hold back a whimper of desire, and as her lips parted, he slid his tongue against hers, sending a thrill of sensation dancing down her body. She twined her arms around his neck and pressed closer against him, relishing the feel of his muscular form against her yielding curves.
He drew back and looked down into her eyes, and she thought she saw something haunted in the inky depths of his pupils, blown wide with desire for her. She thought he was going to say something – not his usual sharp-edged banter, but something bittersweet and full of longing. But instead he dipped his head and kissed her again, hungry and relentless, as if he wanted to eat her up.
She moaned again and squirmed in his arms as he trailed his lips over her jaw and down the curve of her throat, nipping at the pulse point and scraping his teeth over the tender flesh. She tugged at the tight white T-shirt that clung to his muscular torso, and he drew back for a moment to yank it off over his head and discard it on the forest floor beside them.
He kissed his way down her body, his breath stirring the almost invisible down on her skin and making her shudder with need. When he trailed his lips over her stomach, she sucked her tummy in and curled away from his touch, suddenly struck by shyness again.
She gasped, and her pussy clenched as he gave her a light, stinging slap on the hip. “Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t suck it in. You’re glorious. I want every inch of you.”
He pulled back, eating her up with his eyes as he kicked off his motorcycle boots and pushed down his jeans. His gaze lingered on her curves, and from the flush of color high on his cheekbones and the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest, she could see how much he wanted her. He really did think she was beautiful and desirable.
As she let her eyes wander lower, she saw all the evidence she needed of that. His cock was long, thick and achingly erect, standing up proudly from a thatch of dark curls. Her mouth watered as she imagined wrapping her fingers around it and sucking the head like a lollipop, but she didn’t have the chance – as soon as he was naked he was on her, over her, rocking his body against hers and driving her wild with the touch of his lips on her skin.
He unhooked the front fastening of her bra and his mouth found her breast as his hands got busy peeling down her panties, his fingers playing in the fiery red curls of her pubic hair before delving between her pussy lips, sliding tantalizingly through her slickness.
She gasped and arched against him, his cock sliding against the soft flesh of her belly, and he growled a helpless curse and urged her legs apart, circling her clit with his thumb as he pressed two fingers smoothly into her wet, welcoming channel.
“Ohhh,” she whimpered.
He curved his fingers to press against her inner wall, moving them in slow, tantalizing strokes. She bit her lip. She wanted to scream her pleasure aloud. She wanted to buck against him, to urge him on, but she forced herself to hold perfectly still as he stroked her again and again, his fingers running right over her g-spot. The pleasure was like nothing she’d ever felt before, it was so intense that it was almost pain, and she reveled in it until she couldn’t hold back any more.
“Please, Austin,” she gasped. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you inside me…”
With an inarticulate groan, he worked his cock against her pussy until he was slippery with her excitement. Then, bracing one hand against the mossy forest floor, he pushed inside her. Slowly. Smoothly. Filling her completely until they were locked together, their breath fast and their hearts thundering against each other.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was harsh and guttural. “So wet. So sweet.”
He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, eyes closed, then started to move inside her. With every thrust, she caught her breath, tensing the muscles in her thighs and arching up to meet him. She ran her fingers down his back, exploring the sweat-damp line of his spine and the flexing muscles beneath his skin. The scents of nature surrounded them – leaf mulch and damp earth and the dank smell of the crushed moss beneath their bodies – but what overwhelmed her senses was the distinctive smell of Austin’s skin, wild and beautiful and dangerous, like a storm.
Tension coiled between her thighs, winding tighter with every touch of his lips to her skin, every stroke of his rock-hard cock inside her. Her pussy ached as her arousal built, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him further inside her with wordless cries. His ragged breath was warm against her throat, his body furnace-hot above hers as he drove relentlessly inside her, holding her closer, working his hips to get deeper.
As the tension broke in her core, sending whiplash waves of pleasure through her limbs, she went rigid, her muscles locking, and stifled her long cry of completion against his shoulder. He was only moments behind her, jerking inside her and letting out a staccato growl as he came, losing himself in her body.
For a long time, they lay there without speaking. Neither of them was ready to move. Ready to let the other go. The fading pulses of their orgasms played through them. Austin was a warm, pleasant weight as his breathing settled and he gently stroked her skin and wound his fingers in her hair. Savannah gazed up at the dancing fireflies, like their own private galaxy of stars, letting the moment linger as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
They dressed in silence. Savannah smoothed down the rumpled pink dress. She hoped Jessamine wouldn’t take one look and know exactly what they’d been doing. She didn’t want it spoiled with dirty jokes and sibling teasing. She wanted to tuck the memory away and keep it for herself and take it out only when she was alone.
Slowly, they walked back to the party. They were a few feet apart from each other, but she could still feel the pounding of his heart beat as if it were her own.
