Big Rock

She smiles back at me, her way of saying thanks.

“I do like the soft flesh of your ass though, and I’m going to need to spend some time here,” I say, drawing a line at the bottom of her right cheek.

She raises her rear higher, inviting me to kiss her. I lick a line around the curve of her cheek, first one, then the other, and she wiggles against me, a soft little moan falling from her lips. I press my teeth against the flesh and bite gently. Her moan rises in volume.

Lust beats a path through my veins. I’m hard, ready and eager, but I won’t rush things, because I’m loving every second of this. Pressing my thumbs against her cheeks, I lift up her ass and surprise her with a slow, lingering lick along her wet *.

She gasps. “Didn’t expect that.”

“I can tell. But I can tell you like it.”

“I do,” she says breathily.

That’s all I give her of my mouth right now. Instead, I return to her legs, wanting to work her up, to get her hot and wet from all-over kisses. I run my tongue down the back of her thigh. “Every inch of you,” I say softly against her skin. “I want to have marked and kissed and touched every single inch of your skin.”

“I want that, too,” she says on a whimper, her voice breathy, the way she gets when she’s heating up. I already know her cues, her signs, the way she responds to me, and it’s only been a few days. I love knowing her body, knowing her tastes.

Like this—the back of her knee is an erogenous zone. I brush my lips there, and she makes a tiny, sexy noise.

I move down her calf, and kiss her other leg all the way to her ass again. Then, I grip her cheeks, tilt her hips, and bury my face between her legs. She tastes silky and sweet as her liquid arousal floods my tongue, and her scent fills my nostrils. She rocks back into me, and my desire for her ratchets into this deep, clawing need in my chest, in my bones. All I want is all of her. I kiss her sweet * until she comes on my lips.

When I step away to strip, she flips over. Her lips are parted, and her eyes look glossy. Her skin glows. “Wow,” she says.

I wiggle an eyebrow in response as I shrug out of my shirt.

“I think I’m addicted to your mouth,” she says softly.

“Good. Because my mouth is addicted to you.”

When I reach my pants, she sits up and takes over, unzipping my jeans. “I want to do it.”

She tugs off my briefs, and my cock says hello to her.

She makes a sound like a purr. “Good to see you, too,” she says and darts out her tongue to lick. She swirls the tip of her tongue around the head, but before I get lost in the magical world that is her wickedly wonderful lips, I move quickly. I grab her hips, and flip her over. “Hands and knees, like a good dirty girl,” I tell her.

“Am I a dirty girl?”

“You are with me,” I say, as I move to grab a condom.

I stop, though, to admire the beautiful sight in front of me—Charlotte, on all fours, her gorgeous ass raised in the air. I smack it once, a light crack on the side of a cheek. She flinches, but lets out a sexy little cry. “Oh God,” she moans.

That sound. Her words. Her noises. This woman is a dream. She’s discovering how much she likes everything with me, and I’m learning how much I adore fucking her. I bend my head to her rear and press a kiss to the spot I smacked. Then in a flurry, I grab her wrists and push them down on the bed. “Changed my mind. On your elbows. Ass up high.”

She bends like a dancer, following my lead. I drag the head of my cock through her wetness. She moans and shifts closer, wanting me, inviting me, needing me. I spank her once again, and she yelps in pleasure.

I roll on the condom and sink into her. White-hot sparks shoot through my veins. The tightness, the heat—it’s astonishing. I growl, low and guttural, like an animal. “You,” I say on a groan. “You’re so sexy. I think I’m going to set up camp here all night.”

She laughs and moans at the same time. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m just fucking turned on beyond anything I’ve ever felt,” I say, my voice rough, as I start to pump.

She’s silent suddenly. No, moans, no cries, no wild pants. A small but clear voice asks, “Really?”

She cranes her neck to look up at me. My God, she’s all vulnerable, her eyes so trusting, her body bent in a downward slide. “Yes,” I answer as I slam into her, giving her all of me. My hands clamp tightly to her hips. “I swear, Charlotte. You fucking do something to me.” I pull back out of her so only the tip is in. She writhes, trying to draw me back. “You drive me wild. You make me crazy.” I thrust deeply, and her breath spills out in a gorgeous moan. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh God, I feel the same,” she says, and bends lower, lifting higher, offering more.