wanted her. Pleasure and delight flowered in her as they kissed again, until they were both breathless. Then he smiled as he eased her back on the grass, unbuttoning her shirt and bending down to press a kiss at each inch of exposed skin. She held onto his shoulders as he skimmed his thumbs under the cups of her bra, and lifted them. Then one hand caressed her breast as his lips brushed over the nipple of the other. Then he opened his warm lips and closed them around the tip of her breast. He took his time in swirling his tongue around as her nipple hardened into a peak of urgency, sending tiny pulses down deep into her, and then he sucked.
She groaned, arching her back. He switched to the other breast, leaving the first to tighten even more in the cool air. His fingers smoothed and caressed down her belly to the top of her pants as he teased and nipped and sucked her second breast.
When he raised his head, she became aware of cool air below: he had unzipped her pants, his fingers brushing gently along the edge of her panties. Once again he glanced at her in question. She could not believe her luck as Jameson ran his fingers inside her panties, stroking the curls there before cupping gently over her mound.
His breath hissed in as she widened her legs. He stroked softly, insistently, then worked a finger deep into her. She groaned, her hips rising. He grinned at her and slid her pants easily down to her knees, then away—for once she was glad she wore loose clothes. Then he eased her panties down with teasing slowness as he bent to kiss her lower belly, and when the fabric slid over her knees, he ran his fingers inside her thighs, stroking slowly. “You,” he whispered, “are so beautiful.”
And he bent to kiss her as he widened her knees. His tongue lingered over her slick, wet folds, then probed deeper, deeper, before coming to rest over her throbbing clit. Each flick of his tongue fired ever-hotter pulses deep within her and she met every lick with a thrust of her hips.
His lips and tongue took utter possession of her core, causing her to pant in rising desire. Her fingers dug deep into the pungent grass, her hips rising as he grazed her clit with his teeth—sending her plunging into an abyss of shattering pleasure, intensified as he sucked in time with each throb.
“As sweet as honey,” he murmured, as she came down slowly from the most intense crescendo of her entire life. She lay there boneless, catching her breath, then sat up to catch his smile. Gently she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.
“Your turn,” she said—and spread her fingers over his chest as she pushed him flat.
As she scored her nails gently over the hard bumps of his ribs and the ripples of his abs—despite that hospital stay, he was in incredible shape—she lowered her eyes to his pants, and the bulge there.
“Oh, yes,” she said, unzipping his pants with one hand, and sliding her other hand under the warm silk of his boxers.
His cock sprang free and she paused to admire it before running her fingers over it. It wasn’t so much its size, though that was magnificent. She kind of expected that in a big guy. It was the fact that he was already hard as a rock—for her. For her . She was very good at this—in her relationships, too often it had taken a lot of work on her part before her various ex-boyfriends showed enough enthusiasm for bed play.
But Jameson’s princely erection had happened before she touched him.
And so it was time for payback, with all the skill she possessed. She bent to nip his head, causing his breath to give a most satisfying hiss, and she stroked him lingeringly from tip to the base of his balls before using teeth, lips, and tongue up and down his length until he was breathing fast, his hips bucking.
She was ready to take him down her throat to finish him off when he touched the sides of her face and said in a deep, guttural voice, “I never thought I’d ever interrupt what feels like heaven, but
Landon Dixon, Giselle Renarde, Beverly Langland