See Me .(68)

She looked down at his crossed ankles. “You’re naked.”

“Yes. Want one?”

He held out the strawberry in his palm. She took the morsel like a timid rabbit. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ah, you say that to all the guys.”

She laughed. “Only the ones offering me fruit.” The sweetness popped on her tongue as she chewed. “Sean?”

“Huh?” He slipped another strawberry into his mouth.

“Offer me another one.”

“Here,” he said and picked another piece out to hand to her.

Abigail sat up, letting the cover fall to her waist. “Offer it to me.”

“I am.”

“No.” She tugged on the cotton pajama top and pulled it over her head, letting her breasts bounce free. “Offer it to me.”

His eyes went from popped open to slits. Oh, he finally got it. The piece of fruit was placed on the apex where his thigh met his hip. She couldn’t scramble fast enough to lick the tasty treat from his body. She chewed quickly.

“Another, please.”

“Fuck, Abigail. I like this game.” He dug another piece from the bowl and placed it on top of the neatly trimmed hair at his groin. “Eat it.”

More than happy to do so, she pressed her lips into the crisp hairs and used her tongue to lift the fruit into her mouth. “More.”

“Lick this one up.” Sneaky devil, she thought when he pulled on his hard cock to place the strawberry on his sac. “And take your time.”

The masculine scent of pine and sandalwood drifted into her nose as she nudged the tip against his cock. His hips bumped, giving her access to his ass. She slid her hand under one of the thick muscles. “Mmmm,” she mumbled before digging into the soft sac. Licking first one side, then the other, she cleaned his balls. Each time he lifted his hips, she stroked her thumb over the sensitive spot just below his sac.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

Abigail sucked one roughened globe into her mouth and slipped the pad of her thumb back and forth over the tight piece of skin. Feeling a little naughty, she tried to slip the tip of her thumb against his tight bud, and he jumped. Too far, she thought with a smile. Letting go of the one oversensitized ball, she nudged the other one with her nose and lapped it into her waiting mouth. She dealt the same delicious torture to this one as she had the last.

Gripping the shaft resting against his stomach, she tugged. The groan that came from above was a sure sign she was doing something right. The slick skin on the underside of his cock slid against her tongue, making her want to skip the foreplay and spear herself on his long rod. The flesh was a hot, mouthwatering dessert that she’d never get enough of. Trying to suck the broad tip to the back of her throat, she gagged.

“Easy, baby,” he coaxed as he petted her head with loving strokes. “You don’t have to take it all.” She licked the clear pearl beaded on the tip of his cock. His hips jerked. “Well, if you want to try again.”

“I’d rather sit on this thing,” she teased as she lazily stroked the long shaft. “But, if you’d prefer I didn’t…”

“Wait, now, I didn’t say that. I think, for your own good, you should follow your instincts and crawl up here. After all, you’ve been on your feet all day and need a rest.”

She could barely make out his smile, but she knew full well it was there.

“I have a nice, warm seat here for you, and once positioned, I promise you won’t fall off.”

God, she was getting lost in this man, letting him bring her peace when, in reality, she should be scared to death. He’d promised to protect her, and with all her heart, she knew he’d keep his word.

“Are you sure I won’t fall off?” She licked the underside of his shaft and blew hot air against the rigid skin. His big hands curled under her arms, dragging her up his torso. “I mean, what if I start to wiggle or jump up and down?”

He positioned her pussy just above his waist, pushing and pulling little bits to get her right where he wanted her. “Hmm, maybe we should test my theory. Wiggling and jumping up and down, right? Maybe you should do some of that to make sure you’re going to stay on.”

Through the gray shadows in the tent, she felt two warm hands cradle her breasts, two wide thumbs scrape over her nipples. The intense sensation sent a zing straight to her pussy, making her thighs shake. She couldn’t play this game much longer. She needed to feel full, to feel close to the man she was falling in love with. Had fallen in love with.

“I think you’re right. We should test this out,” she said and leaned forward to press a kiss to his smiling lips. “God, I lo—”