Page 88 of Sinful Temptations

The silence around us was incredible like the entire forest was experiencing this truly erotic moment with me. Every nerve in my body was on edge, pulsing a delicious beat that threaded through me and ended as a delightful throb in my pussy. I raised my hips, parted my legs, and closed my eyes.

His fingers retraced their journey. Around my navel and down, down, down.

I sucked the air between my teeth as his fingers inched beneath my panty lace.

Clutching the blanket, my flesh prickled into a million goosebumps as he slipped his finger into my throbbing hole.

Luca’s finger glided in and out of my pussy, pressing against my clitoris with expert precision. Each movement added another exquisite layer to an orgasm growing inside me.

My breathing became sharp, fast, uncontrollable.

He grabbed my panties and eased them aside. My eyes shot open, and I glanced down. With his eyes wide, he watched every movement of his fingers sliding in and out of my vagina. He did it slowly as if mesmerized.

When I groaned and flopped back, his finger-fucking got faster. In and out he probed my throbbing hole, over and over and over.

I screamed when I came. The orgasm that possessed my body was of mammoth proportions. It was extraordinary in every sense of the word.

I rolled my head to the side, trying to take it all in, and spied the enormous pole trapped in his jeans.

Reaching for him, I rubbed the palm of my hand up the bulging denim. His cock was enormous, ready to burst. After fumbling with his jeans button for so long I was considering biting him with frustration, it finally popped free. Maybe he sensed my impatience because he yanked down the zipper.

I curled my hand into his jockeys.

His cock was hot and hard—a slick weapon in my palm, smooth and silky, yet rock solid.

I had to see it. Now.

ChapterNineteen

Using all my might, I pushed Luca over, and he chuckled as he flopped onto his back. His cock was trapped by the elastic of his pants, and I made it my mission to set that masterpiece free.

The wetness between my legs was a rotten distraction. I peeled out of my sopping panties and tossed them aside. Not wanting him to see my next move, I said, “Close your eyes.”

He did as he instructed. Luca was my puppet, and I was the grandmaster.

My plaything would do whatever I commanded. Damn, if that didn’t have all sorts of wonderful shooting through me. Cringing, I grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped myself. This sex thing was messy business. Shoving the wet napkins beneath my jeans, I turned my attention back to my sexy cowboy.

I crawled to his feet and in a matter of seconds, had his boots and socks off. Tossing them onto the grass, I turned my attention to his jeans. But they were a different story. The dark denim was ridiculously tight, and it took all my effort just to get them over his hips.

After I yanked the denim from his body, I readied to admire his stunning physique and froze with awe. The sexy images I’d retained from our last encounter were significantly inadequate.

A beam of sunlight pierced the canopy, shining a light on my urban cowboy. I’d officially hit voyeuristic heaven.

Luca was a god. His body was a masterpiece only acquired after a lifetime of hard work. Women would swoon over a body like his. Men would be jealous. Sculptors would line up to recreate him in bronze. Luca was a sensory feast, and I was ready to devour him.

His muscular torso glistened like he’d oiled himself. The sunlight acted as a flashlight, drawing my attention to all his stunning aspects. One of the most glorious was the line of coppery hair trailing from his perfect navel down to his red briefs. Beneath that red fabric was a beast begging to be released.

I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband, and as I lowered his briefs, his cock bounced to attention. I gasped at the gloriousness. He was bigger than I remembered. And thick. Blue veins marbled the length of his cock. His crown was pink and utterly perfect.

Utterly lickable.

I dragged my eyes away only long enough to yank his underpants off. Positioning myself on my knees between his legs, I ogled his extraordinary size. I blinked at it, then blinked some more. I must’ve looked freaked out or something because Luca eased up onto his elbows, looked down at his groin, then with a frown, his eyes met mine.

I felt the need to explain. “I’m sorry . . . it’s just . . .”

His brows drilled together. “Just what?”

Fearful that I’d embarrassed him, I decided honesty was the only solution. “It’s just, well, I’ve never seen one this big.”

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