Page 44 of Midnight Surrounds Us

I groaned. “Yes,please.”

Moaning in my ear, he unhooked my legs and set me on my feet. I swayed and reached out for him again to steady myself as he took my hands and placed them gently on his shoulders.

And then for the second time in less than two weeks, he got down on his knees for me and began to undress me.

“Ever been naked in here before?”

I shook my head, unable to speak while I watched his eyes eat up every inch of my body when it was revealed to him.

“Mm. I like that. It’ll be our first time together in more than one way.” He tossed my shoe behind me, and then tugged the other one off my foot and tossed it too. “If you’d fucked anybody else in here, I’d have to rut you like a stud bull to stake my claim. I’m gettin’ harder just thinkin’ about it.”

He unzipped my mom jeans, leaning forward to kiss my stomach. I tried to hide it, to move my hands in front of the loose skin below my navel and the disgusting fat pocket I hadn’t been able to get rid of, no matter how many diets and exercise routines I tried, but he pushed my hands away.

“Don’t you dare. I have dreamed of this body for far too long for you to hide it from me now. I understand your tummy ain’t your favorite feature, but you need to understand that I think it’s sexy as hell. We’re just gonna have to agree to disagree.”

The serious-as-a-heart-attack look in his eyes had me nodding my consent, and he went back to kissing and dragging his lips and scratchy beard across my skin.

Slowly, he pulled my jeans down, catching my underwear with two fingers and pulling them down, too, until he removed them completely, tossed them away, and nuzzled his beard between my legs, looking up at me like I was a goddess and he was on his knees at my altar, ready to worship.

Rye gave me courage, so I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it, unsnapped my bra and tossed that too.

He studied my breasts like he’d never seen a pair before, his mouth working to hold his tongue inside. They were okay. I’d never thought much of my breasts. A little saggy from pregnancy forever ago, but not too big, not too small. There were visible stretch marks, but Rye seemed to think they were the best things since sliced bread if the clenching of his jaw while he looked at them meant what I hoped it did.

“Arms up,” I told him, and when he complied, I bent to lift his shirt, too, and he latched onto my hip with his mouth, sucking and licking and working his way north.

Lord above, the chest on this man!

His muscled pecs and shoulders, and, truly, I’d had no idea trapezius muscles could be that hard and strong.

He was the most beautiful human being I’d ever seen. And the tattoo covering his whole upper right arm and pectoral muscle was so sexy, I had a hard time looking at anything besides the life-like black and gray rendering of the Tetons, with tiny cows grazing in the valley below, and a banner with the phrase “where the heart is” below it.

Lust slipped between my lips in a moan, and Rye tilted his head. He looked up at me, and I pushed my fingers into his hair and fisted it in my palms.

“Like what you see, Spitfire?”

“Mm.”

“It’s all for you. It’s always been you,” he whispered, and he slid his hand between my legs, growling when he felt how wet I already was for him.

I pulled him closer, he nuzzled his mouth between my breasts, and I widened my legs as he slipped a finger inside me.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his lips whispering against my skin. “That’s what I’ve been dreamin’ about.”

“B-but your jeans.”

“What about ’em?”

“They’re still on.”

“They’ll come off soon enough, but first, I want you ready before I fuck you, so you can take me easier.”

“O-oh okay.”

He chuckled and got to work with his mouth on my clit. He held me up, stopping me from falling over because it didn’t take long before waves of euphoria began to pulse through my bloodstream.

His tongue should’ve come with a warning: *Slippery when wet. Do not use unless you’re prepared for utter satisfaction, and please beware that just when you think you can’t take another second, this tongue will double down. *

Sure enough, he did. He thrust another finger inside me, and his tongue fluttered against the most sensitive part of my body as quickly as a hummingbird’s wings. His saliva coated my pussy and dripped from his mouth, and he rubbed me with his chin, his bristled beard doing things to me I’d never even imagined.

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