He cradled her in his arms, laid her on the blanket.
“Arms over your head,” he said. “Spread your legs. I’m gonna eat you so fucking good.”
“Eat me, fuck me, I’m dying for you,” she bleated.
Planking over her, he kissed her long and deep. His tongue claiming her, making her cry out with wild anticipation.
When the kiss ended, she lay there panting. “Wow, you kiss good.”
He couldn’t stop caressing her silky skin, couldn’t stop exploring and touching. As he ran his fingers down one breast, he scooped her other nipple into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the louder she mewled. Her sexy-as-hell sounds unleashing his inner beast.
He kissed her abs, trailed his fingers along her inner thigh to her sex.
“Oh, you’re making me crazy.” She arched off the bale of hay.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid.
She rasped in a breath. “Please, I’m begging you.”
He pressed his lips to her wet pussy and kissed her soft flesh. His insides were throbbing hard, and he ground out a gritty groan. Licking her soaking core had his balls drawing up tight. He hadn’t been with a woman in a long, long time.
Tonight, he was giving himself permission to get wild.
Brit tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of her. When he brushed his tongue over her clit, her response was immediate and intense. She started moving beneath him, her ardent cries urging him on. Sliding two fingers inside her made his dick ooze.
“Soooo good,” she whispered while bucking beneath him.
As he increased his finger-fucking speed, he licked and flicked her clit before sucking on the hood.
“I’m gonna come.” She thrust her pussy into his mouth, released a guttural groan, and shook through her orgasm.
Her aftershocks elicited a series of garbled utterings, then she grew still. He slowly withdrew, kissed her tender flesh, and dropped a trail of soft kisses up her abdomen, her breasts, her chest, her mouth.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him while her kiss turned brutal. She bit his tongue, sucked it hard. Then, she started moving beneath him.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
He’d never had sex in any of his club’s playrooms, but that was about to change. One night of Britain Skye meant anything goes.
“Hurry, before someone finds us.” Her urgent tone and fiery eyes spurred him on.
When he dropped his boxers, her moan caught his ear.
“Mmm, baby,” she murmured. “You’re a big boy.” She caressed his hard flesh with gentle fingers, her soft touch shooting him to the moon. With her gaze rooted on his, she said, “From behind, first.”
As he rolled on a latex-free condom, she moved into position. Craning around, the intensity in her heated gaze turned him into an animal. Kneeling behind her, he ran his fingers down her beautiful bare back and full round ass. With cock in hand, he stroked her opening with its head.
“I love that,” she said. “I’m so ready for you.”
He pressed inside, then withdrew. Her orgasm had made her tight, or she hadn’t had sex in a while. Either way, he’d go slow. He pushed farther in, the onslaught of pleasure careening through him.
She dropped down. “All the way in, Joaquin.”
Hearing her say his name had him tunneling inside her hot, silky flesh.
“Yassssss,” she hissed again.
