Her body vibrated beneath him with soft laughter. “No.”
He groaned, lowered his face so they were nose to nose, staring at each other. Each, perhaps, a little freaked out. Her hair had escaped the ponytail and lay spread across his sleeping bag. He rubbed a strand between his fingers, soft and silken. “God, you are so beautiful.”
Ali’s eyes skittered off, nervous with his praise.
“Say, thank you,” he prompted.
“Thank you.”
“Say, kiss me.”
A smile curved her perfect mouth. He saw stars, dots dancing through his field of vision. This woman made his knees weak. Thank God he wasn’t standing.
“Kiss me,” she said.
“Whatever you want.”
Daniel angled his head, brushed his lips over hers, getting the feel for her. He eased her into it, taking it nice and slow, making up for his earlier bad behavior. Sweetly, lightly, he licked at her lower lip, a nibble here and there. He was a man determined. She would never hesitate to throw herself at him ever again. Throwing her clothes to the wind would be the norm. He was a man with a plan to woo.
Hal elujah.
And the plan went straight out the window when she gave a growl, shoved her fingers into his hair and her tongue into his mouth.
His dick kicked against his zipper and he gave up, ground himself against her. He moved his weight onto one arm, all the better to scoop up an ass cheek and grope to his heart’s content. She had the nicest ass. Her long legs wrapped around him. He could spend hours with her doing just this. Days. Sucking on her tongue, drawing her in, giving her absolute access to him then taking the same and, oh, yes. She gave.
And then some.
Kissing her was something he could see himself doing for a good, long time.
Daniel licked at her, stroking her tongue with his own. He explored.
Her hands trailed down his back. Pulled at his t-shirt.
She broke off the hot and heavy kiss to drag it over his head.
“Daniel,” she panted, palms smoothing over his ribs. Her nipples poked at his chest through the thin material of her bra. “Your body is beautiful.”
“Glad you approve. Let’s lose the bra.” He rolled them onto their sides, then attacked the clasp on her back and peeled the straps down her shoulders. She shrugged it off, tossing it to the wild blue yonder.
Sweet heavens her breasts were gorgeous, generous. They filled his hands like a dream. Alabaster pale against the tan of his fingers, nipples beaded hard against his palms. She was a fucking feast.
“Pants,” she said. “Hurry.”
Daniel dragged his gaze back up to her face. It was a very determined face, mouth set and eyes serious. “What?”
“Get your pants off.”
“Right.” He reared back on his knees and made quick work of the button and fly, getting his pants and boxers off while his girl did likewise.
Holy shit, the wriggling and wrestling, he couldn’t watch or he’d blow. His dick tapped his bel y as it was. But he couldn’t look away.
Ready, willing, and peeling off her jeans, kicking them off. Hooking her thumbs in a black pair of panties and shimmying them down.
“Dan?” Big eyes blinked at him. The panties went down. His mind … going, going, gone. Because oh, yes. A dark tuft of pubic hair and not much else visible in this dark, but he could feel his way just fine.
And hell, he wanted to take his time.
Yeah.
His face belonged between those thighs. He needed to nuzzle the glossy wet lips of her sex. Licking and laving and breathing her in were all that mattered now. Hell, he would imprint himself on her if he could figure out how.
“Why are you waiting?” His girl tilted her head, mystified, reached up and grabbed his hand. “I want you in me.”
So when it came to talking he said the only thing he could possibly bring himself to say. “Yes.”
He collapsed back down on top of her, taking his weight on a hand at the last.
Ali grinned, planted a kiss on his mouth and pressed his hand to her hot, wet sex. He set about making her hotter and wetter. A finger ran up and down the lips of her sex, making her squirm and pant. Two fingers pressed slowly inside her. She squirmed against his hand, taking more, faster. Forcing the pace.
“Easy, babe.” His thumb stroked her clit, working it side to side till her back arched, offering up her breasts to him. He hunched down to suck a sweet, stiff nipple into his mouth and worked it with his tongue. Her noises were perfect; all the moans and gasps building him to a fever pitch. He was already barely hanging on.
“Dan. Please. Hurry.”
“Soon, babe. Very soon. Come for me first.” The need to be in her was driving him mad, but there was no way in hell he was going to give in and mess this up.
Daniel swirled his long finger about inside her, searching out the sweet spot, right behind her clit. He worked her from inside and out till she was trembling, shuddering and panting his name. “That’s my girl.”
He slammed his mouth down on hers when she came, muffling the cries as her * convulsed around his fingers.
Perfect.