She blushes. Her eyes are already glued to the angry ridge in my pants.
Fuck, everything about this woman is damn right adorable.
Once the fire is extinguished, she gets up, ready to go to my room.
I lead her back to our spot with wonder in her eyes.
揥hy take you inside when I can have you under the stars??I whisper. 揧ou抳e brought a perfectly good blanket.?
She bites her lip and doesn抰 protest as I throw it over the grass next to the rocks.
Then, with one last lingering feral look, it抯 fucking on.
I lean over her, tearing off her dress, stamping my hungry mouth down her bare flesh until her leg curls around my waist. I trail kisses down her body until I抦 on my knees, stopping over her panties to inhale her deeply.
Her scent fucking unglues me.
My fingers barely have the patience to shove her panties aside before my mouth is on her, loving how she gasps. Her knees give instantly and I fold my arm around her ass, holding her up against my shoulder as I eat my fill.
揅ole! Holy shit棓
I抦 glad that my tongue on her clit chokes her off. There抯 nothing remotely holy about what I抦 doing to her pussy, growling as I push my face into her.
I make her ride my beard, dragging its roughness against her inner thighs each time I breathe before my tongue plunges into her again.
I could tongue-fuck Eliza Angelo morning, noon, and night.
Her taste, her cream, the way she tenses as my mouth sweeps over her drives me to the brink of insanity.
Maybe that抯 why I抦 so urgent to push her over the edge, too far gone to stretch this out as much as I抎 like.
I want her to come for me, dammit, to paint my fucking face with the force and the glory of her fireworks.
So when she rasps 揅ole!?I grab her ass hard, digging my fingers in, holding her up like a willing prisoner as I drag her nub between my teeth and lash her with my tongue.
Her hand finds my shoulders and her fingers dig in梙ard enough to bruise.
I need it, honestly.
I need the hint of pain because it抯 the only thing that keeps me from shooting off in my pants, my cock straining against the fabric when her legs shake frantically and her head tosses back.
She screams herself hoarse into the night.
Then it抯 all Eliza coming real sweet for me, her pussy convulsing on my face, leaving me drenched from nose to chin.
I am this desperate, damned thing, drinking every bit of her as she comes apart, as she gives up the first orgasm of many I promise to thieve out of her tonight.
When she抯 coming down from her high in my arms and I抦 breathing again, I hold her, stroking her soft mahogany hair while the breeze licks our slick skin.
揅ole. God. I抦梩hat was棓
I hold a finger to her lips, loving how she stutters.
揂 favor. Now here抯 your chance to return it,?I say, falling down on the blanket, a hard-on like steel still trying to rip through my pants.
Her shocked look turns to glee when her eyes rake over me.
I can抰 believe how much I enjoy the feeling of her hands opening my pants, parting them, releasing me.
She gives my dick a few rough strokes with her eyes gleaming before I mutter one word.
揝uck,?I order, lacing my fingers through her hair as she leans over me.
It抯 goddamned glorious watching her figure out how to take me.
She doesn抰 have it easy, but she tries, slowly fitting my swollen head in her mouth.
I never even push her head down, but she still gags.
Probably ten times before she抯 able to work her way even a third down my shaft, her eyes glowing with determination.
And it抯 the way she looks at me with my cock in her mouth that makes my balls pull up, the come inside them burning me from the inside out.
I don抰 know how I keep it together with her tongue swiping under my crown, her soft lips pulling at my flesh, her hair hanging wildly around her face in messy tufts.
She抣l still look like a woman who抯 been freshly fucked for sure, regardless of whether I throw my load down her throat.
A couple minutes in, and my throat becomes sandpaper.
My hands dig at the blanket, the ground.
I抦 shaking with a low murmur trapped in my throat as she finds her rhythm, her little hand caressing my balls as she sucks.
揈liza, goddammit,?I rumble, fisting her hair. 揘o.?
I jerk her head back just when I抦 on the brink.
Her wet pussy won抰 leave my head, and I抦 ravenous to fill her up, as much as a sinister part of me also wants to leave ropes hanging off her face.
She looks at me, eyes asking if she抯 done something wrong.
I reassure her with a deep, growling kiss before I flip her over, making my intentions clear.
I push my boxers down梤emembering to rummage around in my pocket for a condom at the last second.
Fuck.
I抦 so far gone I almost pushed inside her raw, and if I had, I would have spilled every drop of come in her womb.
It抯 like she knows it too. She moans as I roll the rubber on and bury myself inside her, ass up and pussy tight and ready.
Fuck the moon and stars and sea breezes and torch light. This might be the most romantic place on Earth, but for us, it抯 debauchery central.
I can抰 bring myself to fuck her slow, knowing I won抰 last long.
I drive in, making her lush ass ripple with every impact, loving how she meets every punishing thrust.
We move together.
Melt together.
Rut together.
We cling to each other as we fight for breath, her little hands falling into mine as she reaches over her head.
I hold her tight as I drive into her, our breath drumming into the night as the pleasure intensifies.
Soon, she butchers my name with a shriek that announces her orgasm.
Ecstasy picks me up and slams me back into myself as her pussy tightens around my cock, throbbing and squeezing, sucking me off.
My spine goes electric.
White-hot fire hits my brain, and then I抦 just one long growl, spilling myself inside her, both of us seeing stars that belong to something far darker than the night.
We don抰 even speak when we抮e sane enough to stand again.
I just wrap her in the blanket and fix my clothes, carrying her to my room.
There, we pick up right where we left off.
We don抰 even stop for dinner, barely breaking for water to replenish the sweat soaked into the sheets. I抳e fucked her three times梕very which way from Sunday梑efore I take the notion to pull her into a cool, crisp shower and call in a late-night food order to the kitchen.
I never showered with Aster. She was so private, always pushing me away when I offered.
With Eliza, it feels too natural, the way we take turns washing each other off between kissing and wandering hands. And when we抮e finally clean, we have to get dirty again, my hands guiding hers to the wall and my lips against her ear.
揇estiny lied. There抯 no badger in you. You抮e all fucking honey,?I snarl. 揧ou, Eliza, are becoming my fucking addiction.?
She replies with a loud moan, and I show her just how dependent I am, pounding her into the wall.
I wish we could spend an entire week like this, locked in the room naked. One long conversation spoken in shrill whimpers and guttural groans.
But she leaves around sunup, before there抯 a chance to truly discuss anything.
This pattern continues for a few more days梒arefully avoiding her during work hours so I don抰 have to talk about exactly what the hell it is we抮e doing at night.
I抦 worried my addiction might be literal. It hurts to go twenty-four hours without her.
Then one morning, I wake up to the hot sun pouring through the window, painting Eliza in a warm glow. She抯 still nestled in the covers with my arms around her.
She stayed.
More than that, I realize how much jealousy pulses through my blood, how I don抰 want her to be anywhere else.
I pull her closer, cradle her to my chest, and plant a kiss on her head.
This is the most taboo kind of ecstasy.
Not just because she抯 an employee.
My wife梩he only other woman I抳e ever shared this bed with梔ied within walking distance of here.
Having another woman here should be the worst kind of mind fuck.