Page 76 of Last Mile

“I’m just glad I get to benefit from your preparation,” I teased.

He sank down beside me on the grass before rising onto his knees. With both hands he shoved my legs wide apart. “Speaking of preparation, I think it’s time I got you ready to take me.”

With a giggle, I said, “What you meant to say was ready to take that giant cock of yours, right?”

A wicked grin flashed on his face. “Damn straight.”

I winked at him. “Then do what you have to do.”

Before I knew it, Bishop had buried his face between my legs, causing a loud shriek of pleasure to escape my lips. I pinched my eyes shut and let the feelings overtake me as he licked and sucked my clit.

Not only could the man kiss, but he was a god when it came to going down on a woman. He didn’t even need to add his fingers to have me writhing on the grass, cursing repeatedly and calling out his name.

His mouth, and especially his tongue, was all he needed. Over and over, it lapped at my soaked center, darting in and out of me, sliding along my clit.

The pleasure seemed to go on and on because just as I would get close to coming, Bishop would pull away, letting the high build over and over again to where I thought I would eventually pass out.

Finally, when he felt I’d had enough, he let me come. Never had I let a man take over, or let myself be controlled. Never. But how glad I was to let him do what he truly did best.

Just as the last aftershocks of the orgasm flowed through me, Bishop rose between my legs. He then thrust hard inside me, stretching and filling me. “Jesus, you feel amazing,” he muttered as he set up a punishing rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his back, drawing him deeper inside me. My hips rose and fell with his thrusts. I was just about to come again when he stopped.

“What are you—” I started to ask, but Bishop silenced me by kissing me. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I tasted myself on him.

Slowly, he pulled his hips back to thrust slowly back into me. “Jesus,” I murmured. While the hard and fast fucking had been amazing, this was even better. I could feel every delicious inch of him as he worked in and out of me. But more than that, it was the way his mouth and tongue mirrored the actions of his hips and his dick.

Although I didn’t want to think about it, what we were doing now was more like making love than fucking or having sex. The fact that we were outside in a blanket of grass and under the stars made it all the more romantic.

He pulled away from kissing me to stare into my eyes. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt more connected with a lover. It was so intense

that I finally had to close my eyes and bury my face in the crook of his neck. Anything to not focus on the feelings ricocheting through me.

Bishop’s breath warmed against my ear. “Open your eyes, Sam.”

When I dared to look at him, he smiled. “I want to be looking in your eyes when you come.”

“Did you really just say that?” I demanded before I could stop

myself.

Bishop’s movement within me stilled. “It wasn’t some sort of line. I really meant it.”

“I know you meant it, and that’s the problem.”

He dipped his head to nip my bottom lip with his teeth.

“Woman, you’re not making any sense.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I whispered.

Bishop’s expression told me he understood exactly what I meant. “Stop overanalyzing it and just feel.”

“Okay.”

Without another word, Bishop started thrusting slowly inside me again. I kept my eyes on his. I even kept them open when he dipped his hand between us to stroke my clit to make me come. As my walls clenched around him, I still kept my eyes on his. I didn’t know when I had ever felt something more physically and emotionally.

A few more thrusts had Bishop groaning and coming inside me.