Page 30 of Silver Brewer

He strokes up my spine and brushes back my hair from my shoulder. My leg hitches higher on his thigh.

“Dammit, woman,” he hisses, and I pull back my head.

“What? What did I do?”

“Just being you. I’m rock solid again.” He scrubs a hand down his face and lifts to kiss my forehead. My knee inches upward, nudging the sac contained in his boxer briefs. The firm length of him can’t be mistaken. He’s huge, hard, and straining.

“Should we do something about this?” I gently nudge upward again with my knee, and he groans.

“I promised myself I’d be good tonight. No more taking advantage of you.”

I perch up on my elbow and peer down at him. Cupping his bearded jaw, I turn his face so he looks at me. “Is that what you think? You think you took advantage of me?”

“I didn’t exactly ask permission the other night, and then last night…” His voice drifts.

“You did ask, with your hesitation, and then your consideration of me last night. I already told you I enjoyed being with you like that.” My voice lowers as I speak the next words. “Please, don’t take this experience away from me, okay?”

“What experience?” he questions, his voice rough.

“All of it. The camping, hiking, ax throwing, and the sex.”

“Dammit,” he grumbles, clamping his hand under my thigh, and then flipping me onto my back. One of his broad legs slips between mine as he holds himself up on an elbow. His thickness digs into my pelvic bone, and then he shifts his body, slipping the other leg between my thighs and positioning himself at my core. He brushes my hair back, peering down at me.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice deepens as it lowers, and my face heats like a schoolgirl. I can’t remember the last time someone called me pretty. His mouth meets mine. Hesitant. Sweet. Prickly from his beard. Then his tongue comes forward, and I open. The fire ignites as the kiss flames. The pressure down below builds as his heavy shaft rests against my achy center. His tongue swirls with mine, and my hips shift, finding friction against him, but it’s not enough. He kisses and kisses, and my leg hitches over his hip, opening myself to him. He curls a hand under my thigh and lifts it higher, pressing harder at my covered core.

“Never been kissed by a bearded man,” he reminds me, groaning against my mouth as he rubs his firm length over my damp thong. “Can this bearded man give you a few other new experiences?” He rubs his hairy chin over my cheek and down my neck, then sucks at my skin to soothe the bristle brush sting. He lowers into the sleeping bag, skimming both my breasts over my sweatshirt until his face is level with my midsection. Then he presses the soft material upward.

“Take this off,” he commands. “And open this bag a bit.” I lift to remove my sweatshirt and then unzip halfway down each side of the heavy bag. He flips the thick material backward and scrapes his scratchy face up my stomach before rubbing over one breast with his chin. It tickles and teases and then his mouth opens for a swollen globe. His large mouth covers an equally large breast, and I’ve never felt so consumed. His tongue twirls over the nipple before he pulls back to suck the tip, already peaked and tight. His tongue traces around the stiff nub, flicking over the firm swell before returning to suck the fullness. He releases my breast with a pop before moving to the other one, dragging the prickly hair of his chin over my skin to mark me once again.

Releasing me, he moves down my body. His scruffy jaw scribbles on my skin, writing words I’ll want to remember. He wants me. He’s going to devour me. He’s going to ruin me. My sex clenches with anticipation, and my knees open wider, allowing his broad shoulders to slip between my thighs. The stubbled jaw tickles as he rubs his chin over my sensitive skin before his tongue follows. Hesitant like his first kiss, he takes his time, torturing me with a lazy lick and a teasing twirl. Then his tongue flattens, and he laps up my seam. My hips buck, and my head lifts.

“Giant,” I hum, slipping my fingers into his hair. He continues to flirt with me until finally his tongue settles in and splits me open. His enthusiasm begins—licking, lapping, lusting. My eyes roll back as I tug at his short locks, singing praises to a higher being until I can’t take it any longer. My orgasm rushes me like the thunderstorm from last evening, rolling out of nowhere to roar between my thighs. I cry out as my head lifts again, and I hear him eagerly savoring me. I’m so turned on another ripple immediately follows the first.

“Giant. Oh God, Giant, another one is coming.” I exhale. This never happens. “I’m coming again.” Shocked and overwhelmed at the sensation, I lose control of my body as a second quake strikes as intensely as the first. Stars dance before my eyes in the dimly lit tent, and I fall back to the pillow. My legs shake, and my center drips. I’m spent, and eventually, Giant releases me to suck at my inner thigh. His scruffy beard will leave more marks, and I want them all over me.

Returning north, he presses kisses into my flushed skin as he moves up my body. When he reaches my mouth, he asks, “May I kiss you?” My brows pinch at the question.

“Please,” I beg, willing to taste myself on his lips. With equal excitement, his mouth captures mine, and we kiss for several minutes before I pull away.

“My turn,” I say, pressing at his shoulders to encourage him to roll to his back.

“Cricket,” he warns. “You don’t need to do this.” Again, I’m uncertain of his cautious tone, but I reassure him.

“I want this.” I tug his T-shirt, and he sits up to remove it. Working my way down his broad middle with kisses of my own, I want to do this. I twirl my fingers through the hair on his chest and stroke over his deep treasure trail. This is one of the sexiest parts of a man, and on Giant, it’s a trove of lush dark hair leading to gold. I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down his hips. He lifts, and once I have them to his knees, he wiggles his legs to kick them off.

He’s big. Huge. Ginormous. It’s ridiculous to think he won’t fit as he’s already been in me, but my mouth is different. Still, I want to taste him. I want to please him. I want to give to him what he’s given me.

“If it’s too much—”

I cut him off with a lick of the smooth head, wiping the worried tone from him. Circling round the mushroom edge with my tongue, I hum before I draw him in. Knowing I can’t possibly take him all in, I cup his balls and gently squeeze while I suck most of him. His hands cover my hair, stroking back the falling tresses. He bucks once and then apologizes, but I don’t want him to be reserved.

I suck harder, pulling him back as far as I can.

“That feels so fucking incredible,” he groans as his hips set a slow rhythm, tapping his tip at the back of my throat. My cheeks hollow and increase their suction. Within seconds, he sits up and yanks me off him.

I’m on my back before I can shriek, “I wasn’t finished.” My mouth drips with the flavor of him. He should bottle this blend at his brewery. I’d drink a full keg.

“This is how I want to finish.” He holds himself at my entrance, the wet tip easily slipping through my eager folds. “I’m sorry about no condoms. I had a vasectomy, though, and I haven’t been with anyone in so long.”