Page 14 of Patio Lanterns

He gulped, his eyes wide as he stared at her lips. “Christ, you really have a mouth on you.” His voice rumbled low. “And I mean that in the best possible way.”

In a wild frenzy of lust, he seized her by the arms and pulled her to him. His mouth came crashing on hers, his hot, insistent tongue plunging between her lips with renewed fervour. It electrified her knowing, tasting, feeling how badly he wanted her, a certainty that set her on fire, burning so white-hot deep inside that it seared into her bones. It made her want him all the more.

“Fuck, I can’t take much more of this,” he gasped, his breaths coming hard and fast. “I want you in my bed.”

“Or we can stay here and fuck each other’s brains out in the great outdoors.” She bounced her eyebrows. “You and me next to the fire. It’ll be so uninhibited. So primal.”

“But inside is warmer and softer. And more private. I do have neighbours you know…”

She frowned. “I don’t give a shit about your neighbours.”

He laughed softly. “Well, I do.”

“They’ll think it’s nothing but two wild, horny animals in the bush,” she said. “Which we are, aren’t we?”

She plunged her tongue back into his mouth for another round of deep kissing. He palmed her breasts, until the throbbing demands of her deprived pussy were becoming too strong to ignore. “God, I want you so bad,” she whimpered. “Do me, please.”

“I—I want you too…” he stammered, “But, uh… are you on something? Birth control, I mean.”

“Condoms,” she said. “I brought condoms with me.”

“You brought condoms? Here?” he asked. “How did you—?”

“I didn’t,” she said. “That’s why I always pack a few. You just never know.”

“Smart.” He nodded. “Where are they?”

“In my purse. Inside.”

A grin spread across his lips. “Inside, you say?”

She grunted, stood up, and retreated to pick her bra and shirt off the grass. “All right, you win,” she sulked. “We’ll move inside.”

“It’s only because I think you deserve more of my focus and attention, that’s all.” He stood and, with a grimace, carefully arranged himself so he was able to zip up. “I want to make it good for you. I want to take my time touching you, tasting you, exploring your beautiful body.”

Oh. Well, when he put it that way, it was rather endearing. That was the difference between being with a real man and the guys who were satisfied with a whiplash “hit it and quit it.” And, she had to admit, Rick was probably right. Rolling around in his bed sounded a hell of a lot more comfortable than getting down on the ground.

Clutching her clothes to her chest, she took a few steps towards the cottage before throwing him a naughty smile over her shoulder. “Last one in is a cunning linguist.”

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Like a ravenous bear on honeycomb, he seemed determined not to leave any part of her untasted. She fisted the bedsheets on his California King, writhing as his gently-sucking kisses rained down on her lucky clit, his long fingers gliding in and out of her blissfully pampered pussy.

If her hips lifted off the bed, he gently held her down, reminding her that he wasn’t through taking her to whatever heights he intended her to reach.

Now she understood why Rick had been so adamant about getting upstairs. The wide receiver, whose head was buried between her quaking thighs, was one hell of a giver. And now, as she squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed her head against the pillow, she mumbled an incoherent prayer of gratitude that this man was equipped with an unhurried tongue and an aim to please.

That was certainly new, being with someone who took their sweet ass time. Maybe that was something that came with experience. Maybe it took time for men to realize that using their tongues and hands were just as important, hell, maybe even more important than using their dicks. Not that she couldn’t totally go for a good, solid drilling right now. And Rick’s steely pecker looked like he could definitely drill, baby, drill.

He coaxed increasingly loud moans from her, pinching and flicking one of her nipples in time with the strum of his tongue against her heavy, swollen need.

She hissed, her taut legs shaking and body trembling under his possession. The higher he took her, the tighter she spiraled, and she never wanted him to stop—Oh God, please never stop.

“Ooh yeah, baby, that’s it, come for me,” he commanded as she clenched, and then a mind-blowing surge overtook her. Darkness suddenly became screamingly, blindingly bright, as heaviness gave way to lightness, and every tension broke free.

“Oh fuck,” she cursed and cried out at once, helplessly surrendering, coming undone, rolling with every intensely sweet shudder.

Before every twitch and tremor subsided, her legs wrapped tightly around him, willing him to move above her. He looked down at her and smiled. He was so handsome; face flushed, hair disheveled, his chin glistening wet, and in that moment, she was quite certain that he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes on. “I’ve never levitated before tonight,” she told him breathily. “You did that to me.”

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