Page 69 of Wings
"Fuck, Kiara."
"That's the idea." The little minx actually smirked as she worked my jeans open. "Want to taste you. Been thinking about it all day."
"Out here?"
"Just us and the butterflies." She freed my cock, already hard and straining. "And they won't tell."
Her hand wrapped around me, small and perfect, and my hips bucked involuntarily. She made a pleased sound, stroking experimentally. "So hard already. Is this for me?"
"Always for you." My voice came out wrecked. "Only you."
That earned me a smile of pure feminine satisfaction before she lowered her head. The first touch of her tongue to my tip had me seeing stars. She took her time, exploring like this wasanother form of art. Long licks from base to crown, little kitten licks at the sensitive spot just under the head.
"Jesus." My hand found her hair, not guiding, just needing connection. "Your mouth . . ."
She hummed around me, and the vibration nearly ended things right there. Then she got serious, taking me deeper, cheeks hollowing with suction that had my balls drawing tight. Her free hand cupped them, rolling gently, and I had to fight not to thrust.
"So good," I gritted out. "Such a good girl, taking care of Daddy."
The praise made her moan, and she doubled her efforts, instantly finding a rhythm that had my vision going white at the edges. But when she pulled off to catch her breath, I saw the need in her eyes matched my own.
"Come here," I growled, pulling her up. "Need to be inside you."
"Yes." She was already reaching under her dress, tugging panties down and off. "Please, I need—"
I flipped her onto her back, dress rucking up around her waist. The sight of her spread out on our picnic blanket, skin flushed and eyes wild, nearly undid me. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"Gabe." My name was a plea. "Don't make me wait."
I notched myself at her entrance, finding her soaked and ready. One smooth thrust had me buried to the hilt, both of us groaning at the connection. She was tight, perfect, made for me in ways that defied logic.
"Move," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders. "Show me I'm yours."
Each thrust drew sounds from her that echoed across the meadow—gasps and moans and my name repeated like prayer. The sunset painted her skin gold and rose, turned her into something mythical.
"Look at me," I commanded when her eyes started to flutter closed. "Want to see you."
She forced them open, green gone dark with pleasure. The vulnerability there, the complete trust even as I took her apart, threatened my control. This beautiful creature who'd given me everything, who trusted me with her pain and her pleasure equally.
"Mine," I growled, hiking her leg higher to go deeper. "My baby girl. My perfect angel."
"Yours," she agreed, then gasped as I found that angle that made her whole body tighten. "Oh god, right there, don't stop—"
I didn't.
Couldn't.
Drove into her with purpose now, feeling her climb higher. Her hands clutched at me desperately, and I could tell she was close. So was I, balls tight and spine tingling with impending release.
"Together," I gritted out. "Wait for me, baby girl. We go together."
She whimpered but nodded, holding on by sheer will as I chased my own edge. Three more thrusts, four, and then I felt it—that moment of perfect suspension before the fall.
"Now," I commanded. "Come for me now."
She shattered with a cry that probably scared birds from trees, internal muscles clamping down so tight I saw stars. My own orgasm crashed through me, pulsing into her as spots danced in my vision. We clung to each other, riding wave after wave of sensation that seemed to go on forever.
When I could think again, we were tangled together on the disheveled blanket, her dress twisted around us, my jeans probably somewhere in the wildflowers. She pressed lazy kisses to my chest, humming with satisfaction.
