Page 59 of Live, Ranch, Love

Brushing her hair out of the way gently, I bring my lips to Aurora’s neck, just above where the trail of black butterflies lies, kissing and sucking. Her back arches, ass pressing back into me more, the friction making it even harder to not lose control just yet.

I wrap my hands around her, bringing one up to caress her breasts, which are the perfect handful, like they were shaped to fit so naturally in my hands. Exactly like I expected.

Even though blood is pumping through me at an alarming rate, I don’t rush with exploring her body, feeling every inch of her freckled, golden skin. Perfection needs to be appreciated.

Slowly, I slide my other hand down her stomach, waiting for permission.

“Wyatt…” Aurora whispers, almost in a gasp.

It sounds similar to when she cautioned me while we were dancing, but now I realise it wasn’t a warning at all. If the way she’s pressing back against me right now, whimpering, says anything, then it’s an invitation.

“Tell me what you need, Princess.”

Her breath shakes. “I—I need you to touch me.”

Thank fuck.

Without hesitation, I slip my hand under her thong, eliciting another sweet whimper from her. I hiss at how soaked she is.

For me.

I think my brain actually short circuits and I freeze.

“Um, Wyatt?” Aurora asks.

I flip her around, ushering her back. Her body is just unbelievable. Small, perky breasts pushed forwards, that little butterfly tattoo sitting between them. Round hips that are just begging to be grabbed and rolled against me. And her toned legs lead up to where that pretty little pussy of hers is dripping for me. The sunset frames her again, and if I needed a sign right now that I’m on the right path, I know this is it.

She’s it.

I take Aurora’s face in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her jaw. “You are divine.”

Again, she’s watching me with raised brows, but there’s a trust in her expression, in her obedience, that makes me feel far more worthy than I deserve. I kiss down her beautiful body, nipping at her peaked nipples as I work her thong down her legs. I drop to my knees, grab the back of her thighs, and look up.

“Hold on to the fence, Princess.”

Her eyes flash and she grips the fence, then I hoist her up, settling her legs on my shoulders.

Slowly, I drag my tongue up her centre, kissing her clit, and she immediately moans, one hand sifting through my hair. Fuck, she tastes so good. My cock pulses for her.

I work her clit with my tongue and bring one hand away from where I was grabbing her ass to stroke a finger through her centre.

“Is this all for me?” I ask, almost growling.

Aurora makes an innocent noise of confirmation, gripping my hair tighter. I plunge my finger into her, curling it and stroking inside gently as I return to licking her clit. When her body relaxes more against me, I slip a second finger inside and increase the pace. She’s breathing so heavily above me, moaning louder when I suck on her clit and her body twitches. I can’t get enough of the taste of her.

I can’t get enough of her.

Saying she was the most perfect girl I’d ever met was an understatement. There are no words strong enough to do the beautiful existence of Aurora Jones justice.

I’m not even sure how long I’ve been down here, so lost in the way my body buzzes from the feel of her. From finally getting to devote myself to her pleasure like I’ve been dying to.

As I start to feel Aurora tense above me, she goes quiet. Her fingers are gripping my hair so tight, frozen in their hold. Then she whispers, barely getting the words out, “Jesus, Wyatt, I think I’m gonna…”

I keep up the exact same rhythm in everything I do, even as she gasps and shudders, crying out as her orgasm hits her, my name leaving her lips. I want to drown in the way her eyes roll back in her head and her copper waves fall over her face.

Still, I can’t help but smirk—can’t finish without a vibrator, hey?

Gently, I lower Aurora to her feet, though her legs are shaking. I have to stay on my knees for a few seconds longer as I look up at her, realising that I could get used to worshipping her like this far too easily. She cradles my cheek as I stand and then pulls me in, kissing me deeply.

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