Page 74 of Tasty Cherry

She goes on. “And a bit comes out. You could probably get pregnant from that.”

Shit. Right. Condoms. They are inside.

“I can go in and get?—”

“No, not yet. And I’ve been on contraceptive forever. How long did you say it was before me?”

“Almost two years. Work has been a lot.”

She nods. “Good enough for me. I guess I’m obviously okay.”

I let out a long rush of air. She’s picking up a rhythm with her strokes, and it’s getting hard to think. “Yes.”

“So, we’re good? I want to feel your skin in me this time.”

God, I’m going to explode all over her if she keeps talking this way. “Okay.”

She pays close attention as her hand moves along my length, her gaze moving between her hands and my face, as if gauging my reactions.

I close my eyes. The mountain air is brisk and smells of pine and earth. This gorgeous woman is naked at my feet. I feel high.

She shifts closer until her hair tickles my belly. God. I look down.

Her lips open and she slides me inside her mouth.

It’s warm and soft and I grip the deck like I’m hanging from the edge.

She sits higher so she can get a better angle. She takes me in until I can feel myself bump the back of her throat. Her breasts brush my thighs.

Fuck. I’m going to lose it. She’s too beautiful. This is too incredible.

But I hang on. She’s curious. Experimenting. She sucks on the end, and that’s it.

I release the rail and snatch her up. “I’m going to fuck you below the sky,” I growl into her ear and drop her onto the oversized chaise lounge near the door.

She lies back on the cushions, her hair falling off the edge. “Please do.”

I put one knee on the lounger, glad I chose something so solid and sturdy. I’m about to test its limits.

Then I spread her legs, dragging her close to me. I lift her hips, giving me a perfect view down the soft plane of her belly to her breasts and face and hair.

I would paint this, too, if I had the skill.

I run my thumb over the edges of the glistening pink in front of me.

Mila sucks in a breath, then reaches up to grasp both sides of the chaise where it rises in the back.

I make slow lazy circles over the nub, until she’s writhing on the cushions, her body flushed with color.

When she starts breathing fast, I plunge into her, and God, it’s like homecoming. I haven’t had sex without a condom in a decade, probably, and it’s slick and warm and tight inside her.

I keep working her body, reaching up to thumb her nipple.

She’s crying out already, and I can feel the spasm of her around me. I keep everything steady and even for her as she comes, her body thrusting against mine.

Her strangled words disturb a few birds who haven’t thought to migrate yet. Then she grabs my arms. “Come inside me, Sebastian. I want to know what that feels like.”

Fuck. I hold onto both of her hips and crash into her like I’ve never let myself go before. The world is a wash of orange sky and mountains, and her skin, her hair, her glorious body.

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