Page 8 of Summer with a Ranger

Her lips parted on a gasp as if she wasn’t sure I’d take it that far and actually kiss her. I brushed my tongue across the gap between her lips, touching to hers, and I was fucked. All over.

Threading my hands through her gloriously soft hair, I plunged my tongue into her mouth in a dominating dance to glide along hers. A soft, throaty noise whispered between us, and suddenly mine weren’t the only hands wandering.

Her nails scraped my shoulders lightly, and she tugged my hair, opening to me fully. I groaned into her mouth, running my palms the length of her body and cupping her ass to tuck her into me. She fit perfectly against me in every way. My knuckles grazed the wall, righting my sense of geography that skewed as I sank against her, grinding her body with mine. The soft little sounds she elicited riled me until we were a mess of roaming hands and wet mouths exploring each other.

Two days of teasing was enough to break both of us, apparently.

Swinging her up onto my hips, I tucked her ankles around me and backed up to the bed. The mattress butted the back of my knees, and I let us fall, with her on top.

Skye’s squeak did the best things to my body. I pushed her down onto my erection, rubbing her bikini clad pussy over my length until I swore I’d burst in my pants. When she broke the kiss, slithering down my body to mouth my cock through my shorts, I nearly did.

Tangling my hands in her hair, I let her play, teasing me through the material with her tongue while figuring out how to free my cock with her hands while her mouth was busy. I breathed through my nose hard, levering up to watch her play as she managed to expose my skin to the warm Tijuana air, and lapped at my cock.

“Fuck, Skye,” I whispered, fisting her hair gently, and let her have control.

“Yes, please.” She gave me an impish grin that shot pure lust through my veins.

Her mouth did wonderful things, teasing and torturing me until I had to pull her up my body or paint her face with my name.

“Come up to me, princess. Right here.” I patted my chest as she kneeled over me, her sapphire eyes glowing. Playing with the strings on her bikini, I traced my fingers along her covered skin like she’d teased me until a little wet spot formed and her breaths came too fast. “Nu uh. I want that cream in my mouth.” I tucked my hands around the backs of her thighs and drew her over my face.

“Are you sure,” she whispered, staring down at me.

“I’ll never lie to you, Skye.” Except about who I am. Fuck. That twinged, but I managed to keep my resistance off my face. I hoped. “Hands here.” Capturing her wrists in a gentle hold, I guided them over my head to the bed frame, linking her fingers around the cool metal bar. “Don’t let go until I spank this perfect ass. You got it?”

“Got it,” she breathed, her hair tumbling over her face to almost hide her eyes that took in everything.

When was the last time this girl was loved, for fuck’s sake? She was due for more than a little TLC. I got that her sharp edges and hard outlook might scare off a lesser man, but fuck it. That was his loss.

Cupping her ass I went to town, licking her sweetly, nipping and sucking until I learned the rhythm that did it for her, and which spots earned me the best sounds. Her thighs trembled around my head, and I knew I’d never forget the vision of her head flung back, screaming her orgasm as she came on my face.

Or the sweet, addictive taste of her.

No way in hell did I want to let this girl go, lies and work be damned.

Her legs trembled as I dived back in, managing to time my spanks with the crest of her second wave. Skye slumped forward, moaning over me. I tipped her gently sideways, angling her to slide along my body, both of us covered with a sheen of sweat and salt that allowed her to slither along my chest.

“Baby. Skye,” I murmured, kissing her gently as she fell bonelessly into my arms, rolling on top of her body. “I need a condom if you have one.” If she didn’t...shit. It’d be a ten second nudie dash back to my own room while I prayed she hadn’t changed her mind.

“Huh?” She blinked at me dozily, so cute and flushed I kissed her again and again until our bodies ground together in a slow rhythm designed to last hours.

“Condom, princess. Or I’ll get something.” I half rose on my elbows, but she pulled me back.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she murmured in that breathy voice that drove me crazy. “In my bag. That one. Blue. That– yes. Pocket.” She managed one word guidance as I scrounged and found the crinkled foil that made me a happy man.

I ripped the pack open and rolled the condom on, playing with her creamy pussy with my other hand. “Ready enough for me, princess?”

Her fingers grazed my length, and she spread her legs wide, hooking one knee over my hip and pushing her heel into my ass, driving me forward. “God, yes,” she sighed.

Her head tipped back as I rubbed against her, then notched at her entrance, pushing inside. Heat enveloped me in a tight ring, leaving me breathing hard.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groaned, hanging my head down as she wiggled around me.

“Deeper,” she demanded.

I slammed a hand to her hip, inching my way inside her, but unable to control myself with that sort of pretty little ass wiggle going on.

Skye gasped, her eyes flaring wide. “You said...”

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