Page 61 of Forever Wild
Her ragged breathing ceases as I drag my finger back and forth over one, then the other.
She moves like she’s going to take it off.
“No,” I say, catching her hand. “I want to unwrap my own present.”
She makes the sexiest noises as I drop open-mouth kisses on her stomach and neck, avoiding all the places she wants me most.
“Fucking temptress, that’s what you are.”
She’s everything I shouldn’t want and everything I crave.
Thick blonde hair that I want to fist.
Big hazel eyes that see right through me.
A mouth that I want wrapped around my cock.
Her curves, her fight, her fucking everything.
Everly Kent drives me fucking wild.
And she knows it.
She takes my hands and places them over her breasts so I’m cupping her full tits through the suit.
“Take your greedy hands off what’s mine, temptress.”
With a groan of protest, she slides her palms down. Her fingers latch on to my forearm, nails digging into the skin. I slide my hands up to the tie around the back of her neck. My fingers work the knot free as I lick and suck the column of her neck. She smells like sunscreen and sunshine, and tastes like heaven.
The strings come apart and I pull the top down, exposing her to me. I stare at her, finally circling my thumb around one nipple and bringing my mouth to the other.
“Jack.” She pants and arches into me, feeding me more of her fullbreast. My teeth scrape the sensitive peak until she cries out.
I worship her perfect tits, licking and sucking and biting, until she’s writhing under me and begging for more.
I work my way down her body to the top of her shorts. She tries to help me get her out of them, but I swat her hands away. I wasn’t lying. I want to unwrap her all on my own.
“You just can’t help but fight me, can you?”
“If you were doing it right, then I wouldn’t need to fight you.”
I chuckle softly and nip at the skin above her hip bone.
Her pink bikini bottoms wait for me underneath her shorts. Any ideas I had about taking this slow disappeared right along with my good judgment.
She sits up on her elbows and watches me with hooded eyes. I hold her gaze as I bring my mouth down over the material of her suit bottoms and suck her clit.
Her lips part but no sound comes out.
“Am I doing it right, now?” I ask when I pull back again.
“Less talking,” she says, pushing my head back where it was.
Damn she’s gorgeous all splayed out for me, face and body flushed, nipples hard, looking at me like she wants me as badly as I want her.
Considering I’ve never wanted anyone more, that look says it all. I don’t know how it happened, but I can’t seem to get her out of my head and I’m tired of fighting it.
I peel her bottoms off and then toss them up at her. She smirks, but it disappears as I lift one of her legs and put it on my shoulder.
