I’m on the verge of coming, so I ease her off, wanting to save that particular selfish act for another location, if she’s willing to let that happen.
“Was that okay? You didn’t come.”
I sit down on my shorts, which are draped over the log, and lift her so she’s straddling me again. My wet cock rests against the inside of her leg, the head pressed up against the bathing suit material.
“I didn’t come because I didn’t want to.”
“Why wouldn’t you want to?”
I kiss her puffy, wet lips. “I want to be inside you for that. I want your mouth on mine when I come.”
“But it was okay?”
“You were a million times better than okay.”
Her smile is more radiant than a sunrise.
I pull the ties on either hip and the front folds down, exposing her pink slit. I slide a knuckle low, rubbing her clit as we kiss. When she starts making those soft noises, I slip one finger inside her and then another to make sure she’s ready.
And then I remember I don’t have a condom with me.
Again.
Motherpucking fail.
CHAPTER TWENTY
LOG RIDE
I keep moving my fingers and kissing her, trying to come up with a way to make this work. I wanna get inside her so bad I can taste it. I can smell her, not in some weird creepy way, but my fingers are in her *, and she’s wet. I kinda want to go cookie diving for a while, but the log is rough, and there are bugs, so that’ll have to wait until later.
But I can pull out.
Maybe.
No.
I shouldn’t.
Pulling out is a bad idea. That’s how people end up having fourteen kids and being all, “I don’t know how that happened!” Except Sunny told me she’s on the pill. And I saw it in her medicine cabinet when I stayed there last weekend—right between the toothpaste and her face wash.
Sunny’s responsible. She doesn’t forget things like I do. Still, it’d be safer to dome up. I figure I can keep going like this and get her off, then we can go back to the cottage and have some super-gentle sex to avoid prolonging the recovery of my balls.
“Miller.” Sunny’s hand covers mine. She pushes my fingers deeper and shifts her hips, helping me out.
“That feel good, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” She winds her other arm around my neck and bites along my jaw. It’s covered in scruffy, unkempt beard, so I can barely feel her teeth. “I want you in me.”
This is one of the things about Sunny that I appreciate. She doesn’t use trashy words the way the bunnies do, like they’re trying to impress me with sluttiness. Sunny is her sweet self, and she doesn’t try to be a porn star in bed—or on a log in the forest.
“I want the same.” I move my fingers faster and circle her clit with my thumb, trying extra hard to get her off. I don’t want to leave her hanging before I propose going back to the cottage to finish things.
I go with some toned-down dirty talk, because it might help me get her there quicker. “All I could think about this week was how good it was gonna be when I could put my hands on you again. I missed the way your skin tastes.”
She moans and grinds herself harder on my hand.
“I love those sounds you make when you’re getting close, and how soft your mouth is, and that thing you do with your tongue when we’re kissing. I wish you could see how amazing you look, naked like this, ready to come on my fingers. When we get back to the cottage I’m gonna eat your—”
Sunny groans and crushes my mouth to hers. Every muscle in her body vibrates with tension. She keeps shifting, riding my hand until she goes lax, then she slumps against me. I rub her back and kiss her shoulder, smiling with private satisfaction.
Sunny lifts her head and gives me a dopey smile. “I think you’re my orgasm soulmate.”
“I’ll be whatever kind of soulmate you want, Sunny Sunshine. I told you I’d make you feel better, didn’t I?”