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“Wild child, huh?” I tore the shirt over his head, immediately tossing it aside before dragging the tip of my tongue across one shoulder blade then down the center of his chest. When I used both hands to grasp his waistband, he shook his head.
“How many times do I need to tell you that you’re not in charge?” I adored the way he cupped both sides of my face, bringing me onto my tiptoes. It was so controlling, yet it made me feel like I was walking on clouds.
I can’t believe I’d used the term even while thinking. But that was the way he made me feel, as if I was floating on air. There was no sense to it and I was finished with trying to understand.
He lowered his head, pressing his lips against mine tenderly, brushing them back and forth. I parted my lips without being asked, but I was the one darting my tongue past his while I slid my hands under his shirt once again. This time he didn’t stop me as I kneaded his sculpted flesh, marveling in the tingling vibrations that went all the way to my toes.
Every time he was gentle, I wanted to beg him to take me like a wild animal, but he was insistent this time, his wants entirely different. It was impossible to resist his gravitational pull, the draw of current that kept me dangling too close to the edge. I couldn’t lose myself around him. If I did, it could be dangerous for both of us.
He pulled away by less than an inch, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my chin. As he backed away, I could tell he was now fully in control, and another shiver slid all the way to my toes. I could marvel in his rugged good looks for a long time, but there was a sense of urgency that continued to shift between us.
Why did it feel like that was because we were on borrowed time?
I shoved the ugliness away as I caressed his chest, slowly licking up the side of his neck, biting down on his jaw. His entire body was humming as if he was a live wire. When he reached around my back, snapping my bra, I sensed he was losing his ability to make this a tender moment.
His breathing was labored, every sound he made low and husky, barely audible yet the vibrations continued to hum in every muscle. The second he tugged off the tight confines, he blinked several times, a split second of a haunted look crossing his face.
There was no more patience on his part. He grabbed my jeans, not taking no for an answer as he unfastened them.
“You need to let me take my boots off,” I half whispered.
“Then you better hurry,” he grunted before taking a step back, nimble enough to remain standing while he ripped at his combat boots.
I wasn’t as graceful as him, almost falling over in my effort, twirling around until I landed on my butt on the blanket. He was wasting no time, already peeling out of his jeans before I had a change to drag mine over my hips. I sensed he believed I was stalling, the single shake of his head admonishing me. When he dropped to his knees on the blanket, I stopped all actions, my gaze falling to his fully throbbing cock.
A part of me wondered if I’d ever get tired of looking at the marvelous feature, my mouth watering. He pushed me down with a single hand, offering a look of consternation before taking over the removal of my clothing.
“Are you in a hurry?” I cooed.
“I might be.”
“Why the John Wayne impression? You know, a man of few words? Grunting more than speaking?”
He narrowed his eyes briefly before running his fingers down the inside of my leg, using his massive hand to spread them apart. “It’s not an impression and the reason I’m in a hurry is because you’re very wet.” To prove his point, he drove two fingers inside my pussy, ignoring any concept of foreplay.
I was shocked how incredible the rough act felt, gasping as I leaned back, spreading my legs even wider. I was sitting on a blanket in the middle of nowhere, darkness slipping across the sky and all I could think about was having his face buried between my legs.
He rolled the rough pads of his other fingers along the inside of my other leg before pressing his hand on my stomach, encouraging me to lie down. As I stared up at the sky, he added a third finger, curling the tips as he pumped them several times.
I continued to shiver all over, mostly because of the dirtiness of what we were doing. But I loved it. He didn’t need to command me to lift my legs. I pulled them all the way against my chest, taking shallow breaths, trying to watch what he was doing. He finally dropped to his stomach, swirling the tip of a single finger around my clit several times. Then he engulfed the tender tissue, sucking as he slid his arms under my legs, curling his forearms around them. He was keeping me wide open and ready, his fingers digging into my skin.
Between the level of excitement and the rush of adrenaline, I was lightheaded, laughing softly as goosebumps popped along every inch of skin. I couldn’t seem to stop panting as I rose onto my elbows. His eyelids were half closed, and he was enjoying every second of his feast.
The thought of fucking him here was delicious, leaving me in an early rush of bliss. He was taking his time, licking up and down the length of my pussy, languishing in the taste as he drifted his head back and forth.
Meanwhile, he was driving me crazy, alternating between sucking on my clit and pinching. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much. I licked my lips, realizing they were already dry, and he’d only been engaged in carnal activity for a couple of minutes. He had a way of turning me hot as molten lava, keeping me guessing as to what he would do next.
What I knew was that with every thrust of his tongue, every push of his long fingers, I was driven so close to nirvana that my breath was taken away. I drifted into a beautiful place of bliss when he plunged all his fingers into me, flexing them open as he licked me fervently. But as he’d done so masterfully before, he pulled back just before I lost control, leaving me aching inside, my mind turning into a frazzled mess.
“So good. I need to come.”
He didn’t respond at first, but when I lifted my head, the way he was looking at me was a clear indication he wasn’t going to allow me to bask in extreme pleasure just yet. He was a torturous beast that way.
As he continued driving me crazy, stars floated in front of my eyes, and they had nothing to do with the bright blips of light floating into the darkening sky. “Oh, God. I can’t hold it.”
The quick slap of his fingers against my pussy lips was startling, the sharp pain entirely different than I’d felt before. Then he resumed ravaging my pussy, every sound he made completely animalistic. I jerked up, wiggling in his hold, the torment almost too much to bear.
“Please.”
