“Yes,” she hisses and her full hips thrust up, bumping into my hips and thighs. “Don’t stop.”
I should stop. I should. But I can’t. Instead my shaking hands pull at the fabric and lift it up over her head. Her hair flies around her in a golden cloud and I groan, wanting to bury my fingers in the silky strands and hold onto her tight.
Dipping my head, I run my tongue across the smooth, pale skin of her breast, holding the other one and clenching my fingers lightly, running my finger across the diamond-hard tip of her nipple. Her hips push up again and her fingers bury themselves in my hair, tugging at it until I feel zapping electricity and zinging pain where she’s pulling.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. So damn pretty.” I move down her body and her fingers twitch in my hair.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks.
“I need to taste you. Let me taste you, Firefly. You smell so good,” I groan and my nose runs along her spread thighs. She trembles and I glance up to find her watching me with dark, needy, hungry eyes.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I want to bury my tongue in your sweet pussy and drink down every drop of your juices. I know I don’t have to but I need it. Need you.”
Her hands settle on my head and she nods slightly when I glance up at her.
That’s all I need. I can smell her sweet, tangy scent on the warm night air and my mouth waters like a wild dog.
I run my tongue up her thigh and around her pussy lips. She twitches hard and then stills as my tongue pushes inside her soft lips. My thumb runs up and down her tiny hole and then grinds down on the little bundle of nerves at the top.
“Oh, my God,” she breathes, her lithe, curvy body strung so tight that it feels like a bow ready to spring free.
“Oh, Lassiter… my god.” Her voice breaks and then she screams and writhes under me. Her pussy tightens and then flutters wildly, pulsing with her orgasm, her sweet juices flowing into my mouth as I drink down her nectar like a man dying of thirst in the desert, lapping at the tender little bundle of nerves until she flails and comes again, her body so taut that her back bends and strains, shaking with every pulse of her pussy.
I groan and bury my face in the sweetness of her thighs and forget everything but her and how she tastes on my tongue.
Wild and sweet and perfect.
NINE
VERITY
Opening my eyes,all I can see is dark and shadows. But I can feel him above me, his dark form hidden in the soft light of the moon and the lantern. His broad shoulders loom over me as his head dips to rest his forehead against mine. I can feel his warm breath against my cheek and I close my eyes, sinking into his touch. Overwhelming hunger wells up in my body and I groan.
My fingers run up his arms and tangle in his soft hair, tugging at the strands. “Come to me, Lassiter. Please. Touch me. Take me.”
His dark head shakes and I see the pale gleam of his eyes. “I shouldn’t…”
“You definitely should.”
“You’re leaving.”
“Not tonight.”
“It’s too much.”
“I need you. Make me feel good again, Lassiter. Make me forget. Just for a little while. You make me feel like a woman again and it’s been so long since I felt anything but sad. Or mad.”
He drags in a breath and I see his eyes close, his forehead resting on mine. “You deserve more than one night, Firefly.”
My lips twist. “I deserve to feel good for once. You make me feel beautiful.”
He leans down and his warm breath warms my throat as he kisses it gently. Closing my eyes, I fight tears, my heart aching. “You are more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. And your ex has to be the biggest dumbass out there or he never would have let you go.”
I giggle and he groans against my throat. My smile fades and I lean up until I find his lips again. “Please,” I whisper against his lips.
“I shouldn’t…” But his hands run along my sides and then he growls, “You’re so damn beautiful, Firefly.”He rips his shirt off and throws it across the tent.