part of me will, though.”
Her mouth trembled a little and she smiled up at him. “I want this,” she admitted. “I’m just a little…”
“Nervous?”
“Can you tell?”
Oh yeah, he could tell. But he suspected she’d be mortified to hear that. So he said, “Nah.” And leaned in to kiss her again. Her hand squeezed on his cock as his tongue slicked into her mouth and he groaned. “We gotta kiss like this more often,” he said against her mouth. “Your hands on my cock and your tongue in my mouth.”
“Oh?” she said breathlessly, and squeezed his cock again. “Feel good? Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, and slid his hand to the front of her small thong, and slipped his fingers under the fabric. She was slick and wet, and his entire body jolted at her gasp of surprise. He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and slid them to the front of her sex, searching for her clit. When he lit upon it, her fingers spasmed on his cock and she whimpered.
“Feel good?” he asked, unable to stop licking at her mouth. The woman was so fucking erotic.
“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice coming out in little gasps and whimpers. He leaned in to kiss her again, and when he lightly pressed a kiss against her full, parted mouth, he tapped his finger against her clit. Her lips parted in response, even as her fingers clenched around his cock, subconsciously squeezing and milking it as she responded to her own pleasure. She was so slick and hot that he wanted to bury his face there. Watch her responses when his mouth was deep in her pussy. Would he get those gasps of delight that he was getting right now? He couldn’t wait to find out.
He flicked at her clit again, and she nearly buckled against him.
“Why don’t we lay you back down on the jacket?” he said softly, giving that sweet pussy a little pat before releasing it. He could have sworn she looked disappointed when his fingers left her body.
But she nodded and slid back down to the raincoat, lying back down. Her tight little breasts jutted into the air, her nipples like pink pearls on her chest, her tangled hair like a cloud around her head. God. He wanted to run his mouth all over her body.
But first, he had to search the goddamn shed for condoms. They sometimes kept them in the first-aid kits, since they made great water skins in an emergency, but Colt was pretty sure that he hadn’t seen an extra med kit in the cabin. Damn. Of all the things to be out of. They had goddamn buckets of tinder and not one fucking med kit?
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the sensual, glazed look flicking off her face again, replaced with uncertainty. He immediately wanted to push her down and kiss her until it returned, but he needed this first.
“Condoms,” he said, and ran a hand down his face in frustration, feeling the stubble growing in there.
“Oh,” she said, and that soft, secretive smile lit her face again. “I have a whole box of them.”
He looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “What?”
She waved a hand in the air. “That QuestMaster party. When you paid at the gate, they gave you a bottle of rum and condoms. Most messed up party favors ever.”
“The next time I see one of those guys, I’m going to hug him,” he declared. “Where’d you leave the box?”
“In my bag,” she said with a wiggle, and her fingertips slid to her breasts, playing with her nipples.
He paused to stare down at her, dumbfounded, as she touched herself. Fuck, that was gorgeous. He wanted to be doing that for her, though. So he headed quickly to the cabin and got the box. Sure enough. It was soggy from the rain, but the foil-sealed packets inside were intact. He grabbed a few and headed back out to the fire, where Beth Ann was waiting. Sexy, sensual, fucking amazing Beth Ann that he was going to fuck all over that rain slicker in about five minutes.
Provided he could last that long. He was incredibly hard and aching just
Her mouth trembled a little and she smiled up at him. “I want this,” she admitted. “I’m just a little…”
“Nervous?”
“Can you tell?”
Oh yeah, he could tell. But he suspected she’d be mortified to hear that. So he said, “Nah.” And leaned in to kiss her again. Her hand squeezed on his cock as his tongue slicked into her mouth and he groaned. “We gotta kiss like this more often,” he said against her mouth. “Your hands on my cock and your tongue in my mouth.”
“Oh?” she said breathlessly, and squeezed his cock again. “Feel good? Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, and slid his hand to the front of her small thong, and slipped his fingers under the fabric. She was slick and wet, and his entire body jolted at her gasp of surprise. He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and slid them to the front of her sex, searching for her clit. When he lit upon it, her fingers spasmed on his cock and she whimpered.
“Feel good?” he asked, unable to stop licking at her mouth. The woman was so fucking erotic.
“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice coming out in little gasps and whimpers. He leaned in to kiss her again, and when he lightly pressed a kiss against her full, parted mouth, he tapped his finger against her clit. Her lips parted in response, even as her fingers clenched around his cock, subconsciously squeezing and milking it as she responded to her own pleasure. She was so slick and hot that he wanted to bury his face there. Watch her responses when his mouth was deep in her pussy. Would he get those gasps of delight that he was getting right now? He couldn’t wait to find out.
He flicked at her clit again, and she nearly buckled against him.
“Why don’t we lay you back down on the jacket?” he said softly, giving that sweet pussy a little pat before releasing it. He could have sworn she looked disappointed when his fingers left her body.
But she nodded and slid back down to the raincoat, lying back down. Her tight little breasts jutted into the air, her nipples like pink pearls on her chest, her tangled hair like a cloud around her head. God. He wanted to run his mouth all over her body.
But first, he had to search the goddamn shed for condoms. They sometimes kept them in the first-aid kits, since they made great water skins in an emergency, but Colt was pretty sure that he hadn’t seen an extra med kit in the cabin. Damn. Of all the things to be out of. They had goddamn buckets of tinder and not one fucking med kit?
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the sensual, glazed look flicking off her face again, replaced with uncertainty. He immediately wanted to push her down and kiss her until it returned, but he needed this first.
“Condoms,” he said, and ran a hand down his face in frustration, feeling the stubble growing in there.
“Oh,” she said, and that soft, secretive smile lit her face again. “I have a whole box of them.”
He looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “What?”
She waved a hand in the air. “That QuestMaster party. When you paid at the gate, they gave you a bottle of rum and condoms. Most messed up party favors ever.”
“The next time I see one of those guys, I’m going to hug him,” he declared. “Where’d you leave the box?”
“In my bag,” she said with a wiggle, and her fingertips slid to her breasts, playing with her nipples.
He paused to stare down at her, dumbfounded, as she touched herself. Fuck, that was gorgeous. He wanted to be doing that for her, though. So he headed quickly to the cabin and got the box. Sure enough. It was soggy from the rain, but the foil-sealed packets inside were intact. He grabbed a few and headed back out to the fire, where Beth Ann was waiting. Sexy, sensual, fucking amazing Beth Ann that he was going to fuck all over that rain slicker in about five minutes.
Provided he could last that long. He was incredibly hard and aching just
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