thinking about what she’d feel like, the tip of his cock wet with need.
He tossed the condoms down on the ground nearby and moved back to her. Beth Ann’s arms lifted as he knelt beside her, and her hands caressed his shoulders, then glided over his pecs. She seemed to enjoy touching him. That was good, seeing as how he almost nutted every time he touched her.
“Found them?” she asked breathlessly.
He gave a curt nod. “No more interruptions.” And with that, he kissed her until she was breathless all over again, until she was making those soft noises in her throat. He pulled away for a moment, gazing down at her, at the flush on her face, the tangle of her hair.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“Just looking at you. You’re mighty nice to look at.”
The smile returned to her mouth and she arched her back under him. “I taste pretty good, too.”
“Let’s find out,” he whispered huskily, and dipped down to taste one beaded nipple. Her little gasp of shock was incredibly erotic. And fuck, but she tasted sweet. The tiny bud was tight and hard, and he licked it, enjoying the feel of it against his tongue, and her little panting responses. His hand moved to her other breast and plumped it, cupping the slight weight and then skimming his thumb over the curve of it.
She moaned and arched underneath him. “Colt…your mouth.”
“Like it?” He lightly kissed the tip of her breast, and then slid to the valley between them, nuzzling the soft flesh there, before moving to her other breast and nipping the tip of it, ready to give it just as much attention as its companion.
Beth Ann’s nails raked over his shoulders, digging into his skin, and she whimpered. Firelight flickered over her creamy skin, and her bellybutton was dipped in shadow. He suddenly wanted to touch it, and brushed his knuckle over it, even as he scored her nipple with his teeth again.
Her hips lifted in response. “Please,” she murmured. “Colt,please. I need you.” As he watched, her hand began to slide down to her pussy, to tease her clit as he feasted on her breasts.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, and his hand moved to cover hers.
She froze in place, her hand fluttering under his as she tried to pull away. “Sorry,” she said, and her voice was mortified.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her once more, wanting that anxiety to disappear from her face. With his hand, he pushed her fingers between her legs. “Just wanted to remind you that this is a joint effort, darlin’.”
His fingers pushed against hers, and together, they parted the hot, wet folds of her sex, delving deep. She inhaled sharply and her hand relaxed under his. She was going to let him guide her. Her eyes were open wide, and she stared up at him, even as he kissed that full, delicious mouth.
Colt pressed her fingers over her clit. Pushed, and then stroked back and forth, rolling the small nub with the movement. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and an aching, intense look swept over her face. “Oh, sweet lord.”
He gently moved her fingers back and forth, his fingers using hers to stroke that sensitive bud. Her mouth parted, her eyes shut, her head tilted back as he rubbed her clit slowly, surely, evenly. The movements were measured and precise, and he knew that would drive her crazy over time as she wanted more, needed more. And fuck if she wasn’t beautiful in her intensity. He watched her, writhing, hips raising in response to each measured stroke of his fingers. Her breath was coming in sharp little pants of need. He leaned down and kissed her neck, enjoying thetremors that rocked through her body. Her legs had fallen open wide, and she lay splayed beneath him, totally open to his touch, his cock—whatever he wanted to do to her, she’d let him. He liked the thought of that.
Her hand jerked under his, her fingers flexing. She made a soft, little circling motion with her fingers over her clit, and he felt her body
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