Page 31 of Fearless
“Do you ever worry about someone seeing you?” She glanced behind her at the window.
Only the midnight blue of the sky dotted with billions of stars looked back at us. Underneath, the landscape was dark, murky and unknown.
“Nah,” I told her. “This side of the house faces the desert outside Sheol. It’s the main reason why I picked it.” I brought my lips to her ear. “Only gods and stars can see us, but we can see everything.”
I sucked her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp and bringing her arms around my neck. She went wild every time I kissed this area of her body and I intended to fully take advantage of it. Her thighs squeezed around my hips as my mouth found the tender spot between her neck and shoulder. My hands came forward, running up her ribs to graze the undersides of her breasts, my thumbs sweeping over her nipples.
“Jandro…” She rolled her core over my dick, which was fighting like hell to get free of boxers and jeans. Her small hands went everywhere as if wanting to touch me all at once.
“Mari,” I answered, my mouth now against her sternum as I lifted us and turned.
I held her by the waist, lowering her back to the bed while our lower bodies refused to separate. Her thighs remained glued to my hips, the friction of all our movement inching my jeans down too fucking slowly.
I pulled away from her just to get out of my damn pants, while she took the opportunity to do the same.
“Ha, I’m faster,” she joked, flinging away her pants while mine were still around my calves.
“Fuck, I hope so,” I said in a tight whisper, kicking them away as I lowered to hover above her again. “You got me feeling like I’m going to explode already.”
“Well, we’ve got all night, don’t we?” She curled one leg around my waist, running her foot down the back of my thigh. The same movement drew my cock to rub against her hot core. Fuck, her panties were already slick. I couldn’t tell what was her wetness and what was my pre-come.
“That’s certainly what I was hoping for.” I palmed her breasts while I kissed the valley between them. “Is my bed comfortable?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, massaging down the back of my neck and shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind a sleepover.”
“Good.” I dragged my tongue to a nipple, rolling over the tight little peak before grazing it ever so slightly with my teeth.
With a soft gasp, she dug harder into my back. Her fingers brushed over the still-healing scar she stitched up last week—the gunshot wound I took to protect her during the Razor Wire ambush. The tenderness of the wound made me flinch a little, bringing my eyes up to hers.
“I’m sorry,” she pulled her hand back, “did I hurt you?”
Did she ask me a question? I couldn’t say.
“Fucking Christ, you’re beautiful.”
All I wanted to do was look at her, and just marvel at the warmth, care, inner, and outer beauty of this woman. But I couldn’t kiss and please her if I was too busy staring. Damn the choices a man had to make.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she giggled sweetly. “And this has been a beautiful day with you—“
“Shh, it’s not over yet.” I moved lower, gliding the tip of my tongue just under her breasts now. “Not even close,Mariposita.”
Her curves could make a grown man cry and I wanted to make sure she knew that. My hands ran up and down her sides, taking in every dip and swell from her perfect teardrop breasts to the edge of her panties at her luscious hips. All the while I kissed a trail down her belly, slow enough to torture myself as well as her.
She tried to wriggle and writhe underneath me but I kept her still. And when I finally gripped the edges of that flimsy fabric and peeled them away, my mouth followed right after. Hot and delicious, her freshly uncovered skin was soon covered again by my lips and tongue, reaching lower until my kiss reached her clit.
Her legs sealed shut, she tried to buck against my mouth, but it was no use against me holding her down. I allowed her legs to stay closed only to slide those panties down and away, then opened her up again like a Christmas present.
“Jan—ah!”
Whatever she was going to say cut off as I sealed my whole mouth against her center, sucking on her lips and dragging my tongue up and down her slit. I wasn’t even completely concerned with her pleasure at that moment, I just wanted to get drunk on her taste. She was absolutely delicious and I could not get enough.
I hummed and moaned against her sensitive skin as I lapped and sucked at her pussy, knowing the vibrations would drive her wild. Her nails dug into my scalp in a way that urged me on, tingling with a pleasure that bordered on pain. She was probably moaning but I couldn’t be certain—her thighs made great earmuffs.
Bringing one hand in, I kneaded the inside of her thigh as I dragged my mouth away, kissing the crease between her leg and hip.
“Why are you stopping?” she panted.
“Because I need to breathe.” I shot her a teasing grin. “I’m no good to you if I suffocate, am I?”
