Free Body Language: The Boot Knockers, Book 2 by Em Petrova

what he wouldn’t give for his camera right now.
    Under this light, she was a goddess. He worshiped her belly, licking a path around her navel. She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him down, down, to where she wanted him.
    Where he wanted to be.
    Unable to stop himself, he’d stripped her too hastily. Now he was trying to draw it out with foreplay, but he wanted in her bad. His cock was like steel, bobbing against his abs.
    “Please,” she whispered when he didn’t go down on her.
    They hadn’t been together for a full day yet he’d tasted her slick folds many times. He couldn’t get enough. Hell, he never wanted to wash his face. The scents of her clinging to his beard would be relished forever.
    He teased the hollow above her hip with his tongue.
    “Damian!” She tugged his hair, and he laughed. That was another great thing about her. He couldn’t recall ever feeling such joy with a woman.
    Up the length of her body, their gazes met. Her eyes were glazed with passion. He wanted to see her pupils dilate as she came apart for him.
    He scuffed his beard over her flesh, and she cried out. As he moved down to her soaking heat, she stopped breathing. Since their shower, he’d loved her several times. The muskiness of her arousal was perfect. Knowing he’d been inside her only heightened his need.
    She rocked her hips upward to gain what she wanted. Sliding his tongue through her wet folds, he gathered her juices. “Mmm,” he rumbled, making her wiggle.
    He clamped his hands on her full hips and dived in. For long minutes he licked, sucked, swirled, thrust and nibbled. He lost himself to the flavors and her sweet little sounds, so when she started pulsating on his tongue, he was surprised.
    He came back to himself and applied pressure to her clit with his tongue, sending her over the edge. Her cry filled the air, and Tilly ran past. Damian pressed back the hood of Ruthie’s clit with his tongue to get at her core. She arched, and more juices flooded his chin.
    She clamped her knees around his head, riding his mouth. He reached up her body and pinched her nipples, delighting in her pleasure.
    But damn, his balls ached. He brought her down slowly and sat back on his heels to stare at her.
    A dozen snapshots filled his mind. Of her hair, just so. Her eyes, fogged with bliss. She hummed as her body came down from its high. But he didn’t want her down.
    Without warning, he thrust three fingers into her tight sheath.
    “Oh!” She bucked wildly, drenching his fingers. He pushed against the rough patch on her inner wall that he knew would send her flying again. Her face contorted and a sex flush coated her skin.
    Two more snapshots in his head. He’d never forget this woman.
    He withdrew his fingers, unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. Thank God for a wallet full of condoms because he didn’t think he could have stopped at this point. He needed her too badly.
    He kicked off pants and boots, his shirt crumpled in the grass. “Let me,” she said when he found a condom. She tore it open and fitted it over the tip of his straining cock.
    Throwing his head back, he fought to keep from coming at her light touch. When she’d rolled it into place, he pushed her hand aside and gave it one fast stroke. “Fuck.”
    As he pushed into her, he kissed her. She tasted sweet and smelled of the Texas wildflowers. He sucked on her tongue and buried his cock to the hilt. Then reaching under her ass, he angled her to perfectly receive him.
    Driving in and out of her, he imagined his cock passing over that inner wall he’d pressed with his fingers. “I’m going to have you all day, in all ways. I’m not letting you out of my sight today.”
    She turned her mouth into his and thrust her tongue into his mouth in reply. With a growl, he increased his pace. Heat climbed up his spine, encompassing him.
    “I want more pictures.” Pictures I can keep when you’re gone. “Of you like this, ready to come apart for me. In more