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I moved to the other one and sucked strongly. The cotton worked like a barrier to allow me to get my head back on straight. The hem of her shirt shifted up, showing off her fragile midriff.
If I just pushed it up a little and got one taste, I should be fine.
Surely, I wouldn’t strip her bare and spread her out.
I dragged my chin across the slice of skin and she undulated her hips. A tiny rip at the hip seam of her jeans showed another hint of skin.
She was bare under there.
I knew firsthand there was only denim covering that sweet slit. She’d been greedy for my fingers. Just how would she react to my mouth?
I fumbled with the snap of her jeans, ripping the zipper open to get a look at what I’d touched less than an hour ago. I still had her scent on my hands and now it filled my head. Flowers and salt. So delicate and yet it was more of a siren’s call than any other woman I’d taken to my bed.
Even as my brain warned me not to take it further, I peeled her jeans open and flicked my tongue along the softness where her thigh met her pussy. Her lilac scent was sharper and headier there.
Not yet.
Don’t take her yet.
I licked that seam and arrowed my nose up to her hip, rolling her so I could pull the jeans down.
Just a little.
I just needed a little more of her.
She was toned and tight with a heart-shaped ass made for gripping. My big, scarred hand on her looked wrong, but it felt so right. My fingertips dented her skin. I wanted my marks on her. It shook me how much I wanted to leave indelible proof that I’d been allowed entry here.
She craned her neck to watch me, her lips parted in shock and hunger as I lowered my mouth and grazed her firm cheek with my teeth then tongue before setting her back on the blanket.
Her hips lifted for me.
“So eager to get my mouth on you.” I nipped her hip. “Almost as bad as I want your wetness on my tongue.”
She flung her head back as pink stained her cheeks before she covered her face with her arm.
I straddled her and moved up to pull her arm down. My dick was throbbing behind the stiff denim of my dress jeans. No worn denim here, not like hers that invited my touch and slipped from her hips without any effort. Mine were a starched prison, but that was a good thing.
I needed the barrier.
“No. No embarrassment here, Helena. Watch me taste you.” I dropped to taste her mouth first. My tongue slipped in to sip from her heavy lower lip and teased her sharp bow-shaped top lip until we found a rhythm with lashing tongues and shuddering breaths.
Knowing she needed the steady helped me to even out as well.
My cock surged against my zipper painfully, but I rode that pain. It kept my brain sharp. I didn’t dare give myself room or relief.
If I did, I’d surely be inside her and I wasn’t prepared for that kind of action.
How I wished I was the guy who packed a condom in my wallet as easily as my driver’s license, but it had been a damn long time since I’d been this impulsive.
A family wedding didn’t inspire a whole lot of one-night-stand opportunities, so I hadn’t even thought to carry one, just in case.
I groaned as I backed up enough to lower myself to the blanket once more, trapping my dick into submission as I tugged worn denim over her thighs to her knees.
Her eyes were pure black with a ring of shining gold as I pulled one foot free and left the other leg caught, hoping the uncomfortable bunched material would help me behave as I took care of her. I’d never been a man to shy away from oral. The control of it fed the need inside of me. Watching a woman fall apart under my touch was the pleasure for me, but the eagerness with how I wanted her taste in my mouth rang a few alarm bells.
Lust was snapping under the leash I usually had on myself. I wasn’t sure a full audience would deter me right now. Not with how her chest rose and fell faster as if she couldn’t drag in enough oxygen.
I pushed her free leg up until her knee was tucked up against her breast. So fucking flexible. The ripple of muscle spoke of some elegant form of exercise like yoga or pilates.
