tongue traced it.
“Oh, that feels good,” she murmured, her fingers finding his hair and rubbing the short, stubbled hair on the back of his head, where his hair was closely shaved.
His hand slid down, skimming along her thigh. Not heading straight for her pussy, but exploring her legs, the smooth feel ofthem, the curve of her knee. He lifted his head as he touched her, watching her face.
Her eyes had fluttered shut, but she was incredibly expressive, and he loved observing every flicker of desire flash across her face. Loved watching that flush sweep over her cheeks when his fingertips grazed the inside of her thigh. That flick of disappointment when he moved back to her knee again.
Oh yeah, he liked seeing that disappointment. Because it meant that she wanted this as badly as he did. He did it a second time, just to watch that fleeting glimpse of frustration pass over her face.
Her knee nudged against his fingers, and he knew she was spreading her legs wider. “Want to lose the dress?” he asked her huskily.
“If you promise to lose your pants.”
That he could do. He stood up abruptly, watched her prop up on her elbows so she could watch him undress in the firelight, her lips gleaming from his kisses, her legs sprawled open as if waiting for him. He groaned at the sight of her, so eager, and rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. “You are fucking beautiful.”
She smiled up at him. “Don’t distract me. I want to see this.”
He undid his belt—pretty much ruined from the rain anyhow—and flung it aside. His hand went to his zipper and he noticed her eyes flash with excitement. He slowly tugged it down, and dropped his trousers. Her eyes went wide with appreciation at the sight of his erection jutting from his briefs. “Very nice,” she said lightly.
So he dropped his briefs, too.
Her gasp of delight turned into a purr of pleasure. She sat up, and her hands reached for him. “Your cock…is gorgeous.” Her hands reached for him, and then she pulled back, clasping them to her chest, as if concerned. “May I?”
He gave a short, clipped nod. Colt wasn’t stupid. If she wanted to put her hands all over him, he’d gladly let her. The breath in his chest went tight as she sat on her knees and lightly brushed her fingertips over his cock. It bucked against her touch, and it took everything Colt had not to grab her by the hair and force her mouth down on it, fucking her lips and mouth the way he’d daydreamed about all day today as they’d walked.
Time for that later. So he gritted his teeth and thought about other things while she explored him.
“It’s so…thick.”
A guy could get used to a girl saying things like that. “You’ll like how thick it is,” he told her, unable to resist brushing the hair off her shoulder and exposing those thin dress straps again. Those straps were just fucking with his head. He was going to get rid of them, and soon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Beth Ann sat back on her haunches and smiled up at him. “Deal’s a deal.” She tugged at the hem of her dress and pulled the entire thing over her head. As he watched, her breasts were revealed. Small but tight, he stared at them, then reached out to brush his fingers over one erect nipple. “Gorgeous,” he growled. “Thought you were beautiful before, but this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled up at him, and gave a shy little laugh. Was she…nervous? At being with him?
He wondered if she’d ever slept with anyone other than thatdick Allan. He didn’t want to think about that cockroach touching her. Colt took her by the hands and lifted her to her feet.
“It’s not too late to back out,” he told her softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder.
She gave a small, anxious chuckle and reached down to grasp his cock in her hand. “Something tells me that this part of you won’t understand if I say no.”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “This
“Oh, that feels good,” she murmured, her fingers finding his hair and rubbing the short, stubbled hair on the back of his head, where his hair was closely shaved.
His hand slid down, skimming along her thigh. Not heading straight for her pussy, but exploring her legs, the smooth feel ofthem, the curve of her knee. He lifted his head as he touched her, watching her face.
Her eyes had fluttered shut, but she was incredibly expressive, and he loved observing every flicker of desire flash across her face. Loved watching that flush sweep over her cheeks when his fingertips grazed the inside of her thigh. That flick of disappointment when he moved back to her knee again.
Oh yeah, he liked seeing that disappointment. Because it meant that she wanted this as badly as he did. He did it a second time, just to watch that fleeting glimpse of frustration pass over her face.
Her knee nudged against his fingers, and he knew she was spreading her legs wider. “Want to lose the dress?” he asked her huskily.
“If you promise to lose your pants.”
That he could do. He stood up abruptly, watched her prop up on her elbows so she could watch him undress in the firelight, her lips gleaming from his kisses, her legs sprawled open as if waiting for him. He groaned at the sight of her, so eager, and rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. “You are fucking beautiful.”
She smiled up at him. “Don’t distract me. I want to see this.”
He undid his belt—pretty much ruined from the rain anyhow—and flung it aside. His hand went to his zipper and he noticed her eyes flash with excitement. He slowly tugged it down, and dropped his trousers. Her eyes went wide with appreciation at the sight of his erection jutting from his briefs. “Very nice,” she said lightly.
So he dropped his briefs, too.
Her gasp of delight turned into a purr of pleasure. She sat up, and her hands reached for him. “Your cock…is gorgeous.” Her hands reached for him, and then she pulled back, clasping them to her chest, as if concerned. “May I?”
He gave a short, clipped nod. Colt wasn’t stupid. If she wanted to put her hands all over him, he’d gladly let her. The breath in his chest went tight as she sat on her knees and lightly brushed her fingertips over his cock. It bucked against her touch, and it took everything Colt had not to grab her by the hair and force her mouth down on it, fucking her lips and mouth the way he’d daydreamed about all day today as they’d walked.
Time for that later. So he gritted his teeth and thought about other things while she explored him.
“It’s so…thick.”
A guy could get used to a girl saying things like that. “You’ll like how thick it is,” he told her, unable to resist brushing the hair off her shoulder and exposing those thin dress straps again. Those straps were just fucking with his head. He was going to get rid of them, and soon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Beth Ann sat back on her haunches and smiled up at him. “Deal’s a deal.” She tugged at the hem of her dress and pulled the entire thing over her head. As he watched, her breasts were revealed. Small but tight, he stared at them, then reached out to brush his fingers over one erect nipple. “Gorgeous,” he growled. “Thought you were beautiful before, but this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled up at him, and gave a shy little laugh. Was she…nervous? At being with him?
He wondered if she’d ever slept with anyone other than thatdick Allan. He didn’t want to think about that cockroach touching her. Colt took her by the hands and lifted her to her feet.
“It’s not too late to back out,” he told her softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder.
She gave a small, anxious chuckle and reached down to grasp his cock in her hand. “Something tells me that this part of you won’t understand if I say no.”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “This
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