One more good pull and she would be grinning wildly.
“You only say that because you can’t see how cute you look. Blushing and trying not to look too excited.”
“I’m not blushing. It’s just super warm in here.”
“It’s fucking freezing and you know it. But don’t worryI came prepared.”
He had, too. Behind the picnic basket was a battery-powered space heater, of the sort that was probably going to set them on fire. Damn though, did it feel good. He switched it on as she made herself comfy on the blanket, and seconds later she was taking off her jacket and he was taking off his hat.
Though she protested the latter.
“Seriously, the hat does it for you?”
“It makes me really appreciate all your features.”
“Guessing that means you didn’t appreciate them before.”
“Not like this. Not like I can’t stop staring at every little part. I feel like I’m eating you with my eyes. I feel like being six inches from your face isn’t actually enough.”
“Come closer, then,” he said.
Because he was a tricky fucker. He beckoned, and she was helpless to do anything but. She leaned and he leaned back and then his mouth was on hers. Gentle, at first. Soft, like at the door to her dorm room. But then she put a hand on his face, tentative but clearly greedy to feel all the things she’d only just accepted as handsome, and something shifted almost immediately. It was like flicking a switch.
One second things were polite and romantic.
The next he had a leg between her thighs and a hand on her ass.
Not that she mindedher other hand appeared to be on his ass. Though she wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. Or at what point she had decided that pushing under his waistband was a cool idea. In fact, there were a lot of things she seemed to be doing that she hadn’t planned. Nor did she have full control over any of them. One second she was kidding him like a normal person. The next she was pressing her mouth to his so forcefully she could feel him pulling away. She could hear his muffled protests echoing inside her.
“I wasn’t intending to…I didn’t mean for this to be…”
“Oh. Sorry. I just…”
“Just what?”
“Really need to.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Seriously?”
She wasn’t sure what she liked best.
The spat curse words, or the breathless incredulity.
Both were impossible to fight, at any rate. Her hands were on him before he got to the question mark at the end of his sentence. No hesitating, no trembling, no trying to navigate around an imaginary force field. Just a lot of yanking at his sweater and shoving aside of things, while he did his best not to seem shocked.
And failed, pretty badly, on all fronts.
The sound he made when she smothered his face in his own lifted sweater was almost baffled, and several times it dissolved into laughter. She even heard him say from behind the woolen mask she’d made: oh so everything is just coming off right here, I guess. Though it wasn’t meant in a reluctant, outraged sort of way. There was this gorgeous note of pleasure shining through his words. Just sheer, goofy pleasure, to have her wrestling him so eagerly out of his clothes.
Like in the room, when she’d ask to see.
Only a million times more intense.
He was almost shaking with it, by the time she started running her hands all over him. Face a picture of bliss and wonder and wanting, hands hovering over a million different parts of her.
Though she didn’t get why they were hovering, until she went one step further. She assumed it was a force field of his own, for some ungodly reason, and then she leaned forward and kissed where her fingers had just been, and got a short, sharp, and very arousing lesson. Almost the second her lips closed around one of his tiny, tight little nipples, he gasped out a bunch of words.
“Oh my god, so you’re really just choosing to do that. This is actually what you’re doing right now,” he said, the meaning behind them clear as a bell. He wasn’t touching her because he wanted her to do it on her own. No encouragement from him, no prompting, no hands pushing her in the right direction.
Just her own lust for him driving her to lick and suck.
And maybe leave a few marks. God, he seemed to love the marks. He made that cut-off ah sound every time she sucked some of his delicious skin between her teethand all the while those hands never touched her. Once or twice she thought she felt them brush the back of her head, and his thumb occasionally grazed her jawline. But then he’d back off, as though afraid of blundering in before she could make a decision herself.
Then each time she made one, she heard his sharp intake of breath.
She got to his belt and he groaned so loudly it echoed around the placeand even louder when she started unfastening it. “Fuck,” he spat, but still he didn’t try to encourage her. He just waited until his thighs were actually trembling and his face was flushed all the way up to his hairline and his hands were clenched fists at his sides. By the time she finally eased his cock free he was almost beside himself.