Page 95 of Mr. Swoony

“Fuck, you’re turning me on, Lulu.” I use the name because it’s a deflection. I want to be the man she falls for, the man she deserves, but I don’t want her to think I’m perfect or that I’m not going to fuck this up sometimes. Mostly, I don’t want to hurt her.

“I lied when I said I don’t like you calling me that.” Her hands glide down my back, gripping my ass and pushing me against her.

“I know you secretly love it.” I drop a kiss to her lips, the heat between us growing thicker with every grind of my hips.

When our lips meet again, the world outside the tent disappears. All those worries lay just outside the door, leaving us in the cocoon of this moment. I deepen the kiss, cradling her jaw.

“I love these lips,” I murmur against her mouth.

She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but full of certainty.

My lips find hers again, this time with more urgency. When we have no choice but to come up for breath, I run my lips along her jaw to her ear. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

She pushes against my chest, and I roll to the side and flop down on my back. She tears off her cami, tossing it to the side by her book, and I waste no opportunity, molding my hands to her tits.

“I love this position.” I raise my hips off the air mattress.

Without a word, she leans to the side and flicks off the flashlight, and we’re plunged into darkness. I hear her moving around, and when my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see that she’s shed her pajama bottoms. I help her free my dick from my boxer briefs and it juts up almost obscenely. Her ass is on my thighs while she palms my dick.

“In the side pocket of my duffle. Put it on me. I want to watch you.”

Bending over, it takes Eloise a moment to find the pocket of my duffle in the dark, but I hear the crinkle of the package, then she straightens up. I watch her dark silhouette tear the foil open, get the condom out, and place it over the tip of my dick. It twitches when she makes contact, and my mouth waters from watching her roll the condom down my length.

“Now get up on your knees, line me up, and sink down on me.”

She does as I ask, and I cup her cheek, running my thumb over her bottom lip as she guides me into her wet heat and slowly lowers herself on me. I wait for her to get accustomed before my hands move to her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh.

“You want control?” I ask.

She anchors her hands on my pecs, lifting her ass, and my length slides out of her before she sinks back down.

“Shit, baby, have at it. Ride me.”

She does, and it’s a fucking turn-on, watching her come on a whisper before she collapses against me.

Definitely jerk-off material for away games on nights when she won’t be in my bed.

Thirty-Eight

Eloise

We arrive back at the condo after camping, and I have to admit, the whole roughing it thing grew on me. Conor tosses the pile of mail we grabbed from the box on the breakfast bar.

“That’s a lot of mail.” It looks as though he probably hasn’t checked it in at least a week.

“I always forget to grab it.” He chuckles.

“I’m going to shower,” I say, walking toward my bedroom.

I’m not even at my bedroom door before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his chest. “We’re showering together. I’ve had to have silent sex all weekend, and I want to hear you this time.”

I giggle, and my feet lift off the floor as he carries me through the bedroom door. “Do you ever get enough?” I’m joking because I’m certainly not complaining.

“Your room or mine?” He ignores my question, walking us farther into my room.

“Well, you clearly made the decision.”

“Shower in yours, sleep in mine,” he says, setting my feet on the floor and immediately lifting the hem of my T-shirt.

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