Page 63 of The Comeback Pact

She licks at the seam of my mouth, and I open for her, finally deepening the kiss while I hitch my hips into her.

Her body shudders for a moment before working against me again. The same rhythm I set before, she takes over. I hoist her up in my arms, and she wraps her legs as best she can around my large frame. “I got you,” I tell her, my lips moving over hers. She runs a hand up my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. She yanks a little, pulling me forward so she can return my deep kiss.

We breathe each other in, staying locked in an embrace until it feels like I’m going to explode. I don’t want to push her, but I can’t keep grinding against her without losing myself. With another long moan, I extricate myself, stand, and lead her to the side of the spring. “Do you trust me?”

Her lips are full, marked by my own. She gives me a nod, and I guide her to a seated position on the rock ledge. Staring down at her, I’m in awe. She feels like a treasure, something precious I need to take care of.

Her chest heaves when I lower to my knees, spreading her legs around either side of me. I inch my hands up her thighs and wrap them around the waist of her panties. I lift my brows, staring at her for approval, and she gives me the slightest nod.

My dick jumps. We’re both all too excited to taste her. To listen to her moan.

Silhouetted around her, the sky has turned dusky, a pink glow clinging to the horizon. It washes her in soft shades as I reveal her hip bones, then the V of her legs, the panties finally giving way to her naked form when I pull them off and set them next to her.

Her cheeks have reddened, but I give her a small smile in reassurance, then slip my hands under her ass so she can rest on me. Her legs automatically open, widening as I move closer. I kiss a trail up her thigh, and she leans back on her arms, watching. Waiting.

“West,” she murmurs, moving her legs farther apart. A quiver runs up her legs, and I squeeze her ass, moving her up to place more kisses on her folds, her pretty, pink skin soft and yielding. I trace my tongue across her core, catching some of her juices, and a strangled cry flees her mouth.

“West,” she says more urgently.

“Tell me.”

She fists her hands. “Oh God. Please more.”

I like the sound of that.Please. More.Those words thump in my brain while I give her exactly what she and I both want.

More.

I flick my tongue across her clit, and she lifts into me as if begging. “More here?” I ask, sitting back to look at her. I’m mesmerized by the shape of her. The taste of her. By her.

“Yes,” she breathes.

Pressing my lips to her pussy, my tongue circles her clit in slow movements, the outside world fading away. I focus on her breathing, the involuntary movements of her hips when I hit the right spot, the drip of her juices on my tongue and lips.

I’ve given oral before, but this is a different experience. It’s not about the end game, the climax before the whistle-stopping play. I’m savoring it like the high of winning. Every pant from her is a clap on my back. Every time she whispers my name, it echoes around me like a chant.

Suddenly, her thighs close against my head. “Oh God.”

I surge forward, gripping her to me, relishing the last remaining moments before her body gives in to pleasure. She cries out, her hips straining toward me when she hits the precipice. Glancing up, I take in her forehead knitted in pleasure, her mouth open, her chest heaving.

Then she looks at me, taking a deep breath while she lowers her hips back into my hands, and it feels like I’ve been served a decadent moment in life. A time-stopper. The kind of moment that will sit with me forever.

The shy smile she gives me afterward sends my heart thrumming.

“You’re, um…good at that,” she says between breaths.

My cock strains. I’m not the best with words on a good day, but right now, I can’t get my mind and my mouth to work together. I just stare, my gaze still taking her in. The thrum of her pulse at her neck, her breasts pushing into her bra, the way her legs have settled over the rocks as she lifts herself up.

I back away, and she follows after, lifting onto her feet. Her slight frame moves into mine, her neck hinged all the way back to peer into my eyes. The comfort I find there relieves all the pressure I feel to do the right thing, to say the right thing.

My hands find her bare ass and squeeze.

“I want to see you,” she says, her voice transformed into a throaty whisper. I’m soaked from the waist down, but if I wasn’t, I’d have the telltale signs of precum darkening my briefs.

Stepping back, she feathers her fingertips down my stomach to press against my hip bones. She traces the deep V cut that I’ve honed over the years. Women have worshipped me there, but this is an entirely different experience. My muscles jump under her touch, as if they can’t stand to stay still in her presence.

My cock is the worst offender. Blood pumps from balls to hilt, the desire overwhelming as she works my boxer briefs around the head of my dick and down. She sucks in a tiny breath, almost soundless, but I’m so attuned to her, I feel and hear everything.

Gripping my base, I try to relieve some of the pressure, but all I get is a jolt through me, a need. I stroke my length, unable to help myself.

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