Page 107 of Wildest Dreams

“I’m done,” I pant, my brow creased in pain as I grip the heavy muscle that’s hanging between my thighs. I’m towering over her, one palm splayed flat beside her head, and the other tossing my cock as my eyes rake her up and down.

Her pretty khaki panties are twisted like a garter around her thighs.

I drop down on top of her, grunting like an animal as I finally snap, my release coming hard and fast as I pump roughly into my fist. Warm thick spurts release against her thighs and I hunch down to kiss her – trying to be soft and gentle despite the warm mess that I’m covering her in.

“Sorry, baby, I’m almost done,” I whisper, groaning quietly against her neck as I toss out another spurt.

When I’m finally done I leash my arm around her waist so that I can haul her against me as tight as possible. Then I’m kissing her slow and gentle, my free hand cupping her jaw while the last of the tremors ripple through me.

I pull back so that I can rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard as I envelop her in my arms.

“I’ve missed holding you like this,” I rasp quietly, pressing another kiss to her cheek when she nods breathlessly in response. I rub my thumb through the release on her thighs and have to take a few calming breaths before I finally speak again. “You got any towels in here, baby?”

Her pretty eyes flutter open and my heart pounds wildly when they meet mine.

It’s always felt like this.

I’ll never get over how beautiful she is.

My dream girl.

“Yeah,” she whispers, glancing over to one of her luggage bags.

She releases one of her arms from around my neck so that she can point in the direction of her clean laundry, and I’m immediately distracted by her love heart freckle, gripping my fist around her elbow so that I can lift it gently and kiss it.

“This – fucking – freckle,” I murmur against her soft skin, groaning at how sugary-sweet she tastes as she strokes her free hand over the sharp stubble on my jaw.

My eyes close momentarily while the beautiful girl wrapped up in my arms gives me that gentle loving that I’ve always wanted.

I kiss her freckle again, then her wrist, and then I work my way across each of her knuckles.

“Gonna grab a towel, stay here,” I murmur, reluctantly heaving myself up off of her and tucking the quilt back over her before I get to my feet. I pull my pants back up as I trudge over to Aisling’s luggage, wincing hard when the fabric brushes against my shaft. I grab the first towel on the pile, giving it a quick squeeze to make sure that it’s nice and soft, and then I’m settling in on my haunches between Aisling’s thighs, pulling the hem of her shirt just over her belly button and giving it a little kiss before finally cleaning up the situation on her thighs.

“Tanner,” she whispers, swallowing nervously as I stroke the towel over her skin.

I glance up at her from under my lashes, heart pounding as I take in the sight of her.

I give her a dimpled smile as she watches me nervously from the sleeping bag.

“Back to ‘Tanner’ again, huh?” I rumble quietly, hoping that she can’t see the crimson stain beginning to spread its way up my neck to the tips of my ears.

I love when she calls me Tanner, probably because I’m so used to hearing her say it when she’s giving me hell – and, yeah, okay, her attitude turns me the fuck on – but deep down I love it even more when she calls me Mason. I’ve never actually had a girl call me by my first name before. Unless they were to search it up when I was playing D1 college hockey with the Carter Ridge Rangers, I realise that none of the chicks that I waswith at college would have even known my first name. So having Aisling whispering my name when I’m kissing her or we’re being intimate… it feels like a sacred thing that’s just for us, and I’m head over heels for it.

I’m head over heels for her.

I rub the towel over her skin, cleaning off my cum before gently sucking the soft curve of her waist.

She’s so warm and sweet that a low growl spreads through my chest.

I toss the towel out of the blanket fort, tug the blankets back around us, and scrape my stubble over her soft skin, murmuring, “My fuckin’ woman.”

Aisling laughs quietly before tangling her fingers up in my hair and tugging hard, telling me to get my face up next to hers, right the fuck now.

I press another rough kiss against her belly button before heaving myself up beside her, easing her panties back into place.

As soon as I catch that amused sparkle in her eyes I immediately know exactly what she’s trying not to laugh about.

I groan into my hands as I throw myself onto my back.

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