Page 64 of Honey Bee Hearts

He leans me back until I’m lying on the grass before he goes to work removing my outfit. He slowly slides the beekeeper suit off before returning to my pants. Slowly, he eases them down over my prosthetic before stripping it much faster off my other leg. I jerk my shirt and bra off over my head as he tugs my boots off, leaving me completely naked beneath him.

His hands trace up my thighs, pressing against my scars there, unafraid of touching them. That alone is what eases me. The nervousness I’d felt disappears the moment he leans down to press a kiss against the knee of my left leg, letting me know he’s not put off by it.

“Stay here,” he growls and suddenly leaps to his feet. He jerks his white outfit off his body, kicking off his boots to make it easier. His socks go next, but he pauses at his jeans. He looks down at me with hooded eyes, desire making the color darker there. He studies me splayed out on the grass, naked, as his bees fly around us. They give us a wide berth, accepting us as part of their scenery, but not wanting to interact. Rhett nods before going over slowly to the nearest hive. A few of them have spouts on the bottom of them, and this one is one of those. He turns it, his other hand underneath the spout, and we both watch as honey drips out onto his hand.

My eyes widen when he turns back to me and kneels down. With his clean hand, he grabs the back of my neck and jerks me up. The hand with honey hovers over my breasts and I watch as it slowly drips. The first drop of honey on my nipple is like fire. The second is like an inferno as desire shoots through me so thoroughly, I’m probably leaking onto the grass.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, before tracing his honey-covered fingers over my chest, circling my nipples, spreading the stickiness there before slowly tracing down my stomach.The honey leaves behind a trail, a reminder of where he’s been. “A masterpiece of honey and desire,” he purrs as he dips his fingers between my thighs and strokes there. When he finds my wetness, his breath stutters. “So full of desire for me, Wild West Barbie.”

“You talk too much,” I growl, lifting my hips to meet his fingers.

He chuckles and strokes his fingers inside me, spreading the honey there, using it to prepare me. He adds another finger, testing me even as he holds me upright by my neck. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out before lifting them up between us. I can see the evidence of both the honey and my arousal on his fingers.

“Maybe I do,” he nods. A grin pulls at his lips. “But you deserve the words flickering through my mind.” He pops his fingers in his mouth and licks them, making me tense as he hums. “Sweeter than my honey,” he rasps. “Just as I expected.”

He leans down and licks at my breasts again, cleaning the honey there, driving me insane as he winds my body tight without ever taking off his jeans. The moment I think that, though, he seems to realize it, too. The easy exploration suddenly turns into a desperate race to get inside of me.

He lays me back on the grass and reaches for his buckle, quickly freeing his cock. He doesn’t bother pushing his jeans much further than necessary before he reaches down for my hips and jerks me up by them. I look down my body to his cock and blink at the flash of silver I get just before he’s running it through my wetness. He groans at the feeling of it just like I do, and then he stops wasting time with teasing. He presses inside me, stretching me until I’m gasping for air, my fingers clawing at the grass as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he groans, reaching up to cup my breast again. His hands are sticky with honey, just like my body, and it adds another sensation to everything as he drags his hand across myskin. His other hand grips my hip tightly, using it for leverage as he pulls out and slams back in again. “Do you like that?” he pants. “You like the way I’m stretching you?”

I nod, too breathless to use my words. I reach up and claw at his shoulder, jerking him down for a kiss that has him groaning against my lips before he starts to pick up his pace. He fucks me there, in the middle of his bees, putting on a show for them. Part of me wonders if he’s ever told them this, if there are other women he’s brought out here, but another part of me doesn’t care. This isn’t meant to be anything more than this. It doesn’t matter if I’m one of many, even if my heart is already telling me this was a bad idea.

Oh, god. This was such a bad idea.

He slams inside me, and I gasp at the abruptness of it, crying out when he does it again. He leans back, his eyes on mine, and he slows for a second as we lock gazes. Something passes between us, something I have no name for. His lip curls up and he bares his teeth like a cornered animal as he digs his fingers into the grass beside my head.

“This is just sex,” he growls, and I blink up at him in surprise.

“I know,” I answer, my voice thick. “I understand.”

“Just sex. Nothing more,” he repeats.

“Okay,” I answer, confused. “Okay.”

But he doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. His expression grows angry as he jerks out of me, and for a second, I think we’re done. I think he’s putting a stop to it. Instead, he grabs me and picks me up, manhandling me until I’m turned around, until he can’t see my face. He jerks me up to my knees with my hips and slams back inside of me so fast, I cry out. He clamps a hand over my mouth, the one covered in honey, before he thinks better of it and threads his middle and ring finger between my lips, forcing me to taste the honey and my own juices. He keeps his other fingers out, forcing my mouth closedaround his lips. I breathe through my nose as he starts to pound inside me, as he spears me on his cock over and over again, fucking me until I’m screaming against his hand. He leans over my back and reaches around me to cup my breast, squeezing painfully as he growls in my ear.

“Come for me, Honeybee,” he orders, punctuating his words with thrusts. “Now!”

I shatter, as if he flips a switch. My eyes roll back in my head as I cry against his fingers, as my body starts to convulse around him. He snarls and continues to fuck me even as my core squeezes him, even as I shake beneath him.

“Again,” he breaths. “Make some more of that honey for me.”

I’m panting, practically hyperventilating as he rocks my world just like he said he would, as he rides me until I’m a mess beneath him. His other hand trails along my body, squeezing, caressing, tweaking, until my body feels like a livewire. He reaches down and strokes my clit, spreading my wetness there, stealing some of it. He touches where he disappears inside me and groans at the feeling of it.

I come again, my body rolling from one into another, until I’m not sure if it’s a few or one long orgasm.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, his cock starting to jump inside me. “Oh, fuck!”

He jerks out of me as I convulse around him so suddenly, I nearly cry out at the loss as I shake and moan against his hand. I feel his warmth spurt across my ass, covering me, as I lose my shit in the grass.

I go to move, but his hand holds me fast as he slaps his cock against the base of my spine. When he’s done, when his moaning slows, he reaches up and swipes his hand through his release before reaching around and presses them against my lips again.

“See what you do to me,” he rasps. “Taste what you do to me.”

I curl my tongue around his fingers, sucking them clean, making him moan again even as he uses his other hand to spread his release across my skin more thoroughly, until I’m covered in his release and the honey he’d drizzled across my skin. I vibrate with arousal even as he tugs me back and spins me around again. His eyes land on mine before he traces my face. I have no doubt my face is a mess, that my hair is probably just as wild around my shoulders. I glance down, realizing with a start that he never removed his jeans, that he’d only tugged them down.

The bees still buzz around us, ignoring our presence, as I sit here, naked and sticky. Slowly, I start to realize what I’ve just done. Guilt slams into me so hard, I have to suck in air to keep it inside.

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