“We wasted so much time. Please don’t make me wait anymore, Luke.”
He groaned. He could deny her nothing. He tugged her upward, catching her mouth with his. He bit down on her lower lip and shifted her until she lay down against the rough blanket. He barely noticed the scratchy and durable fabric as he took his own time kissing down to her chest. Her bra unhooked in the front, a thought he was vaguely glad for or he would have just ripped it off.
Her sharp cry when his lips rasped over one turgid nipple filled him with satisfaction. He teased it with his teeth, tugging until her fingers closed on his head, before moving to the other and showering it with the same attention. Goose pimples rippled over her flesh, and he blew against the second damp nipple.
He could dine there for hours, playing with her breasts, and feasting on her responses. His fingers slid down to the thin scrap of black. He tugged it, tearing the barely-there panties wide open to explore the damp curls. His cock jerked at the silken heat waiting between her nether lips.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, half in wonder, half in pleasure-drunken stupor. He stroked the lips apart, teasing the hard, throbbing nub pulsing beneath his thumb. Her moans grew louder and she cried out, spasming against his fingers. He tilted his gaze upward, watching her mouth open and close as he continued to tease her sex. Her orgasm drenched his fingers and he stroked her through it.
Pure, masculine satisfaction rolled through him. He wanted to taste that orgasm and he scooted downwards, his mouth trailing wet kisses across her trembling belly to the curls. The scent of her filled his nostrils. She was so feminine. He tasted sweet vanilla and musky female.
“Luke!” His name bolted from her lips as he stroked his tongue down the wet cleft, lapping at the cream waiting for him. He nosed her clit, intent on being drunk on the scent of her. How many licks to the center of her orgasm drifted across his mind, and he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her into a better position.
Fingers stroking her anus, he locked his lips around her sweet clit and sucked. She shuddered. Thrumming his tongue against the swollen nub, he laughed as her body twisted, buttocks tightening and the hard catch to her voice warned him that another orgasm approached. Lapping harder, he drove her on. His balls ached when she came. The sweet cream of her orgasm flooded his mouth and he drank her up, his finger pressing into her anus even as her hips bucked up to him.
“Luke.” Her voice stretched out in a hoarse, tortured whisper. He petted her through the orgasm, sliding his finger gently in and out as his tongue mirrored the motion against her sex. He wanted to begin there every night for the rest of her life. He would go to sleep drunk on the taste of her. Her fingers pulled at his shoulders, her nails scraping his skin urgent.
“…you…I need you….”
“I’m coming, baby.” He comforted her, one last stroke of his tongue for luck across her drenched sex before sliding up her body. Her hands tugged at his boxers, shoving them down. He paused at her breasts, worshipping each nipple before kicking the boxers into the darkness. The cool air only increased the heat burning between them. His cock bobbed with eagerness as he shifted, grabbing a condom from his discarded pants pockets. Sheathed, he knelt between her legs, his body aching as the tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance.
He reached between them, his gaze watching her face. He wanted to watch every nuance of her expression as he sank into her. Her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, her thumb stroking the moisture from the slit and then she guided him, pressing him against her entrance, hips lifting to pull him in when he sank home.
Heat locked around him. She was tight. So gloriously tight.
One thrust and the last barrier between them fell.
His insides jerked and his eyes widened.
She’s a virgin.
“Don’t you dare.” She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, taking every, hard inch of him.
His balls were going to explode.
“Rebecca,” he groaned, diving in for a kiss.
“Love me, Luke. Just love me.”
Always.
He sank into her, holding on to sanity by his fingertips while she got used to him. He wasn’t a small man and she was so damn, deliciously tight. But her impatient nails raked along his ass and up his back and then he thrust again, driving into her slowly at first, but with increased tempo.
He wanted her pleasure to last forever, but even as he tried to slow down, her hips rose up to meet him greedily stealing the pace away. His balls slapped against her ass and then he came, hard, violent jets of pleasure that turned his insides to jelly. He shook with release and imagined filling her to the brim, marking every sweet part of her sex with the scent of him.