His dark eyes twinkling, he pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle his thighs. “All right, that’s enough. I didn’t bring you here so that you could bully me over my reading habits.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a crooked smile. “Why did you bring me here then?”
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and crushes his lips to mine.
Everything feels so good in the moment. The heat from the fire, the heat from his mouth, and the way my body melts effortlessly into him.
His tongue lashes against my own for a long while. He's eager but unrushed, as if he knows he’s exactly where he’s meant to be. He slides his hands under my layers of clothing and wraps them around my bare ribcage, his fingertips teasing the underside of my breasts.
Tingles rush over my whole body. How is it that one light touch from him is enough to take me from zero to one hundred? Maybe it’s the way he never tries to force pleasure. He takes his time and coaxes it out. He knows exactly how to read each quiver, gasp, and moan I make. Sometimes it feels like he can even read my mind. And that makes me wonder if he can sense the things I’m still hiding from him.
Grabbing his massive shoulders, I kiss him harder, pulling myself back to the present. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here in this moment right now.
He moves his hands higher and cups my breasts. He sucks in a harsh breath through his nose and makes a small groan in the back of his throat. The sound is so sexy, and I scoot close to press our hips together, searching for the friction my pussy craves.
He’s hard as a rock. The jeans we’re both wearing are highly annoying barriers, but they don’t stop me from grinding up against the ridge of his cock as best I can.
Nero makes a frustrated noise and pulls his hands out of my shirt. He undoes the button and the fly of my jeans and tries to shove his hand inside, but the angle I’m sitting at doesn’t allow him much access.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “How much do you like these jeans?”
“Hmm?” I blink dazedly at him. “Why?”
There’s a hard tug and a sharp tearing noise.
“Oh. A lot actually.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He grins and slides his hand inside my panties. “There you are.”
My lungs empty out as he teases his fingers over my slit. “You could have just brought us inside, you know.”
“And miss the view of you coming apart for me beneath all these stars?” He looks up.
I follow his line of sight. He’s right. The sky is full of twinkling lights. All those worlds and galaxies are witnessing what this man does to me without any judgment.
A shaky breath leaves my chest as his touch grows firmer. He dips his fingers inside me, and then pulls them out, and moves them to massage my clit.
I’m buzzing so hard that it won’t take long. Each swipe gets me closer and closer to that blissful edge. I thread my fingers through his hair and stare into his eyes while he works my body into a frenzy.
The fire burning behind me is reflected in his gaze. “You’re so damn gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I love how wet you get for me.”
My head lolls to the side as he applies more pressure and makes me mewl. When he slides his fingers back inside me, I’m so worked up that I start fucking them as if they’re his cock.
Lust darkens his eyes. “Do you need something else, baby? Something bigger for that hungry pussy?”
“Yes,” I whine, beyond shame.
I reach between us, undo his jeans, and slide my hand inside his boxers. My palm curls around his silky shaft, but I can’t quite get him out.
“Hold on tight,” he commands as he lifts his hips off the bench with me still sitting on him and uses his free hand to shove his jeans over his ass.
“Didn’t want me to try and rip yours?”
“I would have loved to see you try,” he says in a low voice as he pulls his cock out.
Watching his tatted hand wrapped around his shaft is so erotic it makes my mouth water. He rips my jeans farther down the seam, completely exposing my drenched panties.
And then he rips those as well.
