Page 44 of Drop Three

I pepper soft kisses across Navy’s back as my hands knead and massage her perfect little tits. They fit right, like I know her pussy will fit perfectly wrapped around my cock.

Soon.

Realizing I’m missing out on the view, I turn Navy rapidly and pin her back against the wall. My growl turns animalistic at the sight of her rosy pink nipples that have turned to sharp peaks, ready to be sucked.

“I had to see them.” Adrenaline courses through my body, trying to slow down my doubling heart rate and take her in—to appreciate the jaw-dropping view standing almost naked before me.

Navy’s skin is washed clean of mud except for her legs. The clean slate allows me to witness the ramifications of my kissing and biting across her body. She trembles in mind-numbing pleasure and her eyes are hazy with lust.

I’m likely her doppelgänger because I feel equivalent.

It’s almost as if in this moment we’re taking a breather and letting the extent of how far we’ve gone settle. This woman is the entire package, and yet she’s granting me the honor of seeing her this way—vulnerable and bare.

It’s a beautiful indication of her trust in me.

My trust in her is the same. My guard around Navy was lifted long before I realized it, making me comfortable enough to risk any long-term problems.

I stalk toward her again, watching as her eyes graze over me. “You should take something off. It’s only fair,” she says.

I should.

My lips smirk and I know she sees it because she moans again, deliriously anticipating my next move.

“That would make it too easy for you. Gotta keep you on the edge, sweet girl.”

Navy bites back, “Fuck you, Bodhi.”

“Trust me, I’m trying. These things take time, and I like toenjoymy favorite things.”

My tall frame meets her front as I bend down to take her deliciously swollen nipple into my mouth.

“You…are…an arrogant…tease,” she whimpers on bated breath.

I chuckle at her. “Happy to serve you.”

“Oh, god. Bodhi. I’ve wanted you for so long, and to finally have you like this…it’s everything.”

My lips cover her tight bud as my tongue licks and sucks it into my mouth.

“You feel perfect on my lips.”

“Mhm.Jesus fuck. That feels so good. Again, please,” Navy pants out.

Goddamn, she tastes like sin. Delectably sweet with her lingering eucalyptus incense flooding my senses. The warmth of the vanilla body wash I lathered on her and the earthy scent from the mud creates a grounding aroma that feels toxic for my infatuation.

“Your taste is debilitating. Makes me want to fall at your feet and worship you, Navy.”

I shift to her other nipple.

“Maybe you should, catcher. On your knees is a useful place to be.”

Navy’s right hand firmly grips my hair as the other holds onto my shoulder, using me as a stabilizer for her overload of pleasure.

“Likewise.”

I run my tongue up the length of her toned stomach as I wait for her to tell me what she needs.

I don’t want to push Navy too far or expect something more than she’s willing to give me.

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