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"No." He turned his face away, capturing my hand in one of his. "You won't see my face. Not until you're justmine."
The water was cold, my nipples pebbling instantly, but his body against mine heated me. Steam rose around us. He washed me with those hands that were at the same time rough and calloused and worshipful. I pulled my wet hair over my shoulder, careful to hide Stone's mark from him even in my dream.
I loved him. And I ached to have his hands on me, to have his skin on mine. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, drawing his face down to me. I tried to kiss that hard mouth, but he evaded me.
He nuzzled my throat, his breath hot against my skin. "Don't you want to come? All you have to do is be mine, all mine."
My clit throbbed. I wasn't the only one who was so aroused; his thick erection pressed against my thigh. I missed being this close to him, feeling him touch me.
And I missed the sound of my name on his lips.
He kissed my shoulder, his mouth softening into a smile. "Perhaps I was too harsh," he said. His hand cupped my breast and he soothed my nipple with his thumb. "But I want you. I can't help being a jealous bastard."
"Runs in the family."
He barely seemed to hear me, since he was carrying me toward the bank of the lake. He deposited me on the grass, already spreading my legs open. He pinned me mercilessly, his mouth descending between my thighs to lick a path across my pussy again. I cried out, my hips trying to rock up, but he held me down.
I pushed my hands through his wet hair, gripping it tight. I had a vague awareness that my nails were digging into his scalp, but I was too far gone to care about what I was doing to him.
His tongue lapped at my clit as my orgasm built. The feel of his hair between my fingers, the way he cupped my ass as he slid his tongue over my clit, the way he nipped my thighs, the feel of his tongue fucking my pussy; all of it made the intervening years with Nathan feel like some stupid nightmare that was already fading into nothing.
And I didn't want it to end.
"I'm going to fuck you until you forget there's a past or a future," he said. "Only you and me, only now."
His hot breath bathed my pussy and I clenched my hands in the grass, trying to keep myself still. "Before I'm done with you, this pussy will belong to me."
He was right. My pussy was already clenching around his tongue, greedy for his touch. My body remembered his taste and my senses responded to his every move.
I'd missed hin so much.
"Please." My fingers curled into his hair, sliding beneath the mask to stroke his cheek. I wanted to see him. I missed his face so much.
He drew my clit into his mouth and sucked hard, sending a sensation so intense through me that I screamed. A violent orgasm flashed through me, and he kept going, licking and sucking.
"Please what?" he murmured. "What do you want?"
He pushed a long finger inside me, his finger stroking the place that turned my whole core to liquid need. He was pushing me to orgasm again so quickly, so hard it hurt, and yet I couldn't stop him. Wouldn't stop him.
"You," I gasped.
He slapped my greedy clit, before his fingers slid into my folds, stroking and teasing. I writhed, my fingers slipping through my hair, my breasts pushing toward the sky, but he was merciless. Stars exploded as another orgasm crashed over me.
"Get on your knees for me." His lips dipped to my ear. His voice was pure sex, deep and resonant, running through my body like the sheer pleasure that had turned every muscle boneless.
But he was already moving me the way he wanted me, lifting me onto my knees. The heels of my hands pressed into the wet earth here at the edge of the water; the scent of greenery and my own cum rose around us.
He pulled my long hair off my neck and nipped at my nape, then pulled it tight, exposing my throat to him. His mouth closed over his mark on my skin and I gasped, pleasure and pain meeting in my core at the feel of his lips there.
The moonlight caught the hard planes of his body and his cock. I moaned.
He rose to his feet, his hand still fisted in my hair. His cock teased against my mouth. I parted my lips and let him in, his tip resting for a second against my lower lip. He looked down at me and murmured, “Beautiful.”
When he thrust into my mouth, I took him eagerly, sucking hard then running my tongue across his tip. He watched me for a while, then began to move his hips, fucking my mouth.
"Yes," he said, stroking the back of my neck. "This is where I belong. Here." He pressed deeper into my throat, and I moaned around his cock. He drew back, only to thrust in hard again, his cock hitting the back of my throat. He drew back, but only to thrust in again. I sucked hard, letting my teeth graze his shaft.
I reached up to stroke his balls, to cup his ass and draw him in deeper, and he pulled my hair to stop me, hard but not painful. "I don't need anything but your mouth. Your mouth is my whole fucking universe, Amelia. And this cock had better be yours."
