Big Man(22)

I wriggle beneath him, arching up to press my hips against his. I can already see the bulge forming in his jeans, impossible to satiate as he is. That’s fine by me. I can’t get enough of him either. “How terrible,” I say, grinning. “Trapped by a Country Man.”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he scolds.

I smirk. “Not my fault you make getting caught so enjoyable.”

“What can I say? I like capturing city girls.” He reaches down to grab the hem of my T-shirt and tugs it up my body slowly. “Though I must say, this outfit screams country to me. Are you forgetting yourself down here on the farm?”

“Maybe.” I raise my hips, lifting my body off the ground a little to balance on my shoulders and let him slide my shirt up higher, up above my bra, the lace peeking out now. “Or maybe I’m just remembering myself. Told you I was born as country as you are, didn’t I?”

“You did mention that.” His dark eyes catch mine, a smirk in them. “I might even be starting to believe you.”

I huff in faux indignation, even as he tugs my shirt the rest of the way off and tosses it down beside us. With my hands freed, while his are occupied, I reach up for his shirt too. I tug it off and run my fingertips over the stark outline of his muscles, tracing his pecs, his flat abs, then the deep V at his groin, pointing straight down to where I really want to reach.

Before I can slip my hands down his jeans, though, he catches my wrists and lifts my hands again. He folds both of my wrists easily into one hand and pins it over my head, clicking his tongue as he leans down to kiss my neck, my chest, his tongue flicking into the hollow at the base of my clavicle.

“Not so fast, impatient girl,” he murmurs. “I plan to take my time tonight.”

He reaches under me and unhooks my bra, then pushes that aside, his mouth still on my chest. He kisses down the center of my chest, then trails his tongue along the underside of each of my breasts, one after the other. His other hand kneads my opposite breast, his palms rough against my soft, smooth skin. My nipples start to harden, especially when he wraps his mouth around one of my breasts and trails the flat plane of his tongue across my nipple in one long, slow lick. Then he pulls back a little to circle the tip of his tongue around my areola, teasing, and I gasp faintly, arching up into him. He moans against my skin, and I sigh with pleasure at the vibrations that reverberate throughout my whole body.

He turns to minister to my other nipple, doing the same thing, tonguing along the top and bottom of my breast before he circles in on my nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth and gently rolling it between his teeth until I gasp and twist under him. With his hand, he rolls my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, keeping it hard, tugging gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to make the pleasant sensation fire through all my nerves, and I moan loudly.

Only when both of my nipples are rock hard and aching from the attention does he begin to trail his tongue down my abs. He kisses, nips and licks his way to my navel, then dips his tongue inside, sending a shock of sensation all the way down to my toes.

My legs drop flat under him as he reaches down to undo my jean shorts with one hand, the other still holding my wrists pinned. I struggle slightly against him, wanting to reach for his jeans too, wanting to reciprocate, but he peers up at me, those dark eyes commanding.

“Relax, Sasha,” he murmurs. “You’ll get your turn.” Then he smirks and shoves my shorts down my hips, bending down to kiss the sensitive skin between my navel and the top of my mound, grinning at the way that makes me shiver. “Right now, it’s my turn to drive you wild.”

I force myself to take his advice. To lie back and let myself go. He releases my wrists, and I don’t let myself reach for him. I only push myself up a little, high enough to look down and watch him as he peels off my shorts, then kisses my mound through the thin fabric of my panties. His lips are white-hot against my skin, and my whole body fires with want. I want—no, I need him. But at the same time, I don’t want this moment to end.

So I force my usual impatient nature to quiet.

Grant bites my inner thigh gently, just hard enough that I jump and gasp again. He loves making me do that, the bastard.

“Sensitive City Girl,” he points out.

“Only when you make me that way, Country Man,” I murmur.

This time when he bites down, it’s through the fabric of my panties. Then he leans his head up, draws back just far enough to keep the fabric between his teeth, and pushes himself backwards, tugging my panties with them, using only his teeth.

I catch my breath. Fuck, he’s hot. Especially now, looking up at me with blatant, sheer desire in his gaze.

I lift my hips up enough to let him pull my panties down, and he inhales sharply as he does, drawing them down to my knees and leaving them tangled there.

“Wet for me already,” he points out, grinning. “This is becoming a habit.”

You’re becoming a habit, I almost say. But I swallow those words at the last moment, think better of it. Because he isn’t a habit. He can’t be.

His tongue distracts me from any more thoughts along those lines, though, when he licks his way up my inner thigh, making my whole body go tense and loose at once. He trails his tongue up slowly, first up one thigh then the other, wet and hot against my skin. When he lifts his head to smile up at me, a dark, mischievous grin on his face, my skin feels extra cool in the evening air, the coolness compounding with the heat of his hands on my stomach, tracing my thighs. The contrast is delicious, even more so when he bends to lick directly across my mound, pressing hard enough with his tongue that I can feel the pressure all the way into my clit.

He pushes my thighs apart in one swift motion, his hands digging into the plump flesh of my thighs, holding me down as he bends down to trail his tongue along my outer lips, one after the other.

“Fuck you taste incredible,” he murmurs in between licks, before he parts my lips with two fingers and runs his tongue up my slit, all the way from the back to the front, licking up my juices which have already gathered there.

My head falls back against the soft blankets, my eyes fixed on the billowing ceiling of the tent as I moan, long and loud.

“I love this sexy, tight pussy,” Grant whispers, and his breath feels even hotter against my wet skin. He leans in to press his tongue between my lips again, pressing right against the entrance of my pussy, and I groan, my hips rising of their own accord. With one hand, he presses them back down to the blanket, and with one last push, his tongue slides into my pussy.

Fuck. He feels incredible. My vision goes blurry, hazy, as I lose focus, distracted by him. He tongues each of my walls at a time, one after the other, as he inches his tongue deeper. When he’s speared his tongue as deep inside me as it will go, he curls it up and drags it down my front inner wall, a practiced motion that makes my clit throb and my pussy feel tight and wet with desire.

He flattens his tongue to a blade and draws it out of my pussy, up over my clit, licking it once, hard. My hips jerk from the sudden flood of sensation, and I can’t control the sounds that are coming out of me anymore, the low, desperate moans.

He keeps going, alternating between delving his tongue into my pussy and then drawing it out to lick my clit over and over, until it’s driving me wild, my whole body shaking and my hips bucking against his mouth.

Then, out of nowhere, he sits up.

I gasp, this time in protest, and reach for his head, trying to pull him back.

He smirks and catches both my hands. Kisses my palms one after another as he watches me. “You want me to keep going?” he asks.

“Yes,” I pant.

“How badly?” he asks.

I scowl, frustrated. “I…”

“Beg me to make you come, Sasha. Beg me to lick you until you can’t stand it, until you scream so loud you wake up everyone for miles around.”

Damn him. I press my lips together, frustrated.

He lifts an eyebrow, waiting.

I blow out a sharp breath of air. “Please, Grant.”

“Please what?” he taunts, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Please… Make me come.”

“How do you want me to make you come, Sasha?”

“I want you…” I lick my lips, swallowing hard. “I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to tongue me until I can’t stand it.”

His smile widens. “Your wish is my command.” He ducks between my thighs again, and I bury my hands in his hair as he pushes his tongue straight into my pussy once more, circling it inside me.

When he pulls his tongue out to pay attention to my clit, I pant louder, my breath coming hard and fast as I arch up to press my pussy closer to his mouth. At the same time I tighten my fists in his hair, pull him against me as his tongue laps across me again and again, over and over, until I can’t stand it, the pressure is building so high it’ll drive me mad.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out faintly, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck, Grant, don’t stop, I’m going to come…”

He circles his tongue right over my clit, sensing exactly what I need. That motion is enough to send me over the edge, and I scream with pleasure as the orgasm hits me. It rockets through my body, echoing all the way down to my toes and my fingertips, flooding my brain with ecstasy.