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After a minute or two, it suddenly becomes my turn to think.

When she drops the blanket from her shoulders, I think real hard.

I think about how important this game of ours really is.

She’s wearing one of those tank tops with the straps that are so thin they barely qualify as straps. No bra. Her nipplesare peaked and calling my name. Screaming it. From the damn rooftops.

Her long legs glitter underneath the moonlight, and her white lace panties cover every part I long to touch, long to lick, long to taste.

Adding pure torment to my tortured libido, a breeze blows around us, sending the sweet scent of her shampoo and her arousal into the air.

She’s good. Little minx is a damn good game player.

Slowly, I tug my shirt overhead, tossing it over into the grass. Next, I kick off my flip flops. The night around us stills. Lulu freezes, stops breathing. The zipper on my shorts is so deafening in the silence, it makes me cringe. My boxer briefs are pulled tight around the massive erection that’s stealing all of the blood from my body. I don’t give her time to look. I don’t give her time to study. I grab her ass, hauling her into my arms. Immediately, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her eyes widen in desire and delight. I carry my girl into the comfort of our tent, with our lavender-scented sheets and crisp down comforter.

“You win, Lulu. Game over.”

Chapter 34

CRUTCH

I’m thankful Lulu doesn’t have experience.

My only prayer is that she will think three minutes is a very long time. Because I’ll be lucky to make it that long without blowing my load.

Her kisses are wild and hungry tonight, driving me into a depth of longing that I’ve never felt before. Her moans are louder, her body hotter, swollen and tender. She slides her legs down, and I hold on tightly to her waist, making sure her feet are steady. We’re standing at the edge of the blow-up mattress, and I don’t want her to trip.

“Ry, it’s time. I’m gonna wrap my hand around you. And I’m gonna put my mouth on you. And I want you to lead me. Tell me. Show me what you like. Show me how to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

Kill me now.

Lulu has gotten more and more verbal with each and every orgasm I’ve given her. Moaning, screaming, writhing. And dirty talk. Each time gets a little dirtier. And I fucking love it.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, she sinks to her knees. Grabbing the band of my boxer briefs, she tugs them down, taking gentle care to lift them over my bobbing erection. She gasps, staring at my body in stunned silence. She doesn’t even untangle my underwear from my feet. I have to step out of them and kick them to the side.

Looking down at her, she’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen. That I’ll ever see. I push the hair away from her face.It flows down her back like a stream of maple syrup. “Have you seen a naked man before?”

“In pictures.”

“Never in person?”

“Of course not, Ry.”

I’m impatient to know more. “Well, what do you think?”

Her awed whisper makes me want to weep, cry like a freaking baby. “You’re gorgeous. It’s—your dick—is sexy. Powerful. Big. Huge. I’m completely astonished to think that one day it will be inside of me. Am I big enough for you to fit? It’s all forbidden and perfect. Don’t you think together, we’ll be perfect?” She glances up at me, her eyelids heavy with lust.

Did I mention I’m ready to die?

Kill. Me. Now.

She lifts her hand in the air, fingers twitching. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Grabbing her hand, I show her. I show her what I like. And I talk to her. I tell her that I’m just like her, that sometimes I want a gentle touch. And other times, I need it harder, rougher. I slide her hand over my slit, spreading my pre-cum over my cock. I pump myself slowly and then faster, telling her how both rhythms feel good for different kinds of pleasure. I show her how hard she can grab my balls before causing pain.

Then, I leave her to her own devices. And as with everything else in life, Lulu is a quick learner. A complete natural. My body is already drenched in sweat and my quads are twitching. I can’t make it much longer. She’s taking me over the edge. The edge I want to jump right over and fall from. My mouth is dry, the words barely escaping. “Lulu, I’m so close.”

Immediately, she yanks her hand away from my body. Oh, shit. I scared her. The lava boiling in my body simmers, shouting in pain for an eruption. “Lulu, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushedyou. I’ve got to finish this, though. I can go outside and finish myself.”

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