Page 25 of Starry Night Kisses

That probably sounds stupid, but every inch of him is hard, carved muscle and soft, unmarred skin that I want to run my tongue across. He’s not built large like Jonathan, or slender like Steven, but a mix of the two that suggests he works out regularly but doesn’t make his whole existence about the gym.

Eric lets me undress him, arms held out at his sides as he watches me lower his pants with a half-lidded gaze. “Fuck, Evelyn. Such a needy girl for my cock, aren’t you?”

I peer up at him through my lashes, in that waythat drives guys crazy when you’re on your knees before them, and nod. His thick, long erection strains between us, tenting his boxer briefs. I lick my lips as I reach for it, but Eric snatches my hand and pulls me to my feet.

“Sit on the edge of the bed and take your boots off, Evelyn,” he commands before kneeling to untie his own and step out of his jeans, never breaking eye contact.

Once he’s completely naked, cock pointed toward me like it’s begging for me to wrap my lips around it, I reach for him again. He shakes his head, causing my lips to pull down in a pout. “But I want it.”

He motions for me to lift my arms, and I do, letting him peel my layers off my body until my only top is a white lace bra. “I think you’ll find that I’m a very giving man, Evelyn. And while I can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I’ve been dying to eat your pussy again.”

Eric sinks to his knees, putting his head at perfect level with my thighs. He brought us an actual bed on a frame, with an air mattress and a pillow top cushion dressed in soft cotton sheets. I grip the top of the fluffy down comforter, breasts heaving with each anticipated breath as his hands slide up my legs to undo the button of my jeans.

It’s agonizing how slow he is as he removes my pants. Once they’ve slipped off my feet, I widen my legs to make room for him, knowing that the wet spot on my panties will be obvious when he looks.

And he doesn’t just look. No. Eric worships thesight, unmistakable reverence shining in his eyes as he slides two fingers against me to outline the spot. “Fuck, baby. Look how ready you are for me. Did the thought of my tongue on you make you this wet?”

With a groan, I lift my legs and hook them over his shoulders, relishing the hint of surprise that flashes across his face. “I’ve been in a permanent state of arousal for weeks now, buddy, and if you don’t do something about it soon, I’m going to explode.”

I feel his laughter as much as I hear it, hot and damp against my skin as he peels my underwear off before hooking his hands around my thighs, kissing his way toward that aching part of me that’s been craving his mouth since the night he left me tied to my kitchen table.

Falling back to the bed as soon as his lips close over me, I can’t stop the groan that leaves my lips as he gets to work, abandoning the foreplay in favor of the main attraction. He’s a quick learner, even though I know he’d rather torture and tease me until I’m a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that!” My voice echoes throughout the tent, piercing the thin material to climb into the starry night sky. The top of the tent has a zippered window covered in a thick enough material to keep the heat in, but it’s clear enough that I literallydosee stars as I come on Eric’s tongue—just like he promised.

“How many do you think you can give me tonight, Evelyn?” he asks as he climbs up my body,his fingers replacing his tongue, swirling around my sensitive clit before plunging into me.

He swallows my unintelligible reply as he fills me, smoothing my hair off my face with one hand while the other lazily pumps into my pussy, winding the coil in my lower stomach once more before it even has the chance to come completely undone.

He leans back on his knees to watch the mess I’m making on his fingers, the unmistakable wet sounds of how turned on I am filling the air. “Tell me, baby. Were you this wet on the hike?”

“So fucking wet, Evelyn. Tell me, were you this wet on the hike? Did you walk through the forestwith a mess between your legs?”My head thrashes against the bed as Jonathan’s voice fills my brain. I don’t want to think about him. I want to let go of the past and focus on my future, right here, with Eric.

I don’t even register that he’s stopped until his soft voice sounds above me, and his fingers grasp my chin to turn my head to him gently. “Open your eyes, Evelyn. Stay with me, baby.”

The head of his cock lines up with my slick opening, pushing in slowly to part me as our gazes lock. “Stay with me, baby,” he repeats.

There’s something so sensual about fucking in the missionary position when your man knows how to roll and snap his hips just the right way and never breaks eye contact while he does it. Eric fills me until he’s buried inside me to his root, stretching my walls around him with that delicious ache that sends tingles exploding through my body.

One of his arms drapes around the top of my head, and he strokes my hair softly with each gentle thrust. With his other hand, he pulls the cup of my bra down to free my right breast before lowering his mouth to the hardened peak.

Laying a chaste kiss there, he holds my gaze and says, “You feel even better than I imagined. I think your pussy was made for me, EvelynAdams.”

My walls clench around him at the sound of my first name with his last. Tangling my fingers in his hair as he dips back down to roll my nipple between his lips, I wrap the others beneath his arm and around his shoulder, using it as leverage to roll my hips against his.

He groans as the angle changes, and everything just…aligns. Eric slows even further, swapping his thrusts in favor of grinding against me as he releases my nipple and shifts a little higher.

I think it’s the first time in my life I feel speechless.

“I told you I’d make sure you saw stars literally and figuratively.” He grins as he whispers the words. “You’re so fucking perfect. Taking me so well.”

Every nerve ending in me climbs higher and higher, experiencing sensations I’ve never felt—red-hot sparks and electric pulses and the pure, erotic intimacy of staring into each other’s eyes as we approach the edge together.

“Eric.” His name comes out in a desperate, needy moan.

“I know, baby. I’m there, too.”

“I’m going to–” My eyes roll to the back of my head as I come from what has to be the strongest orgasm I’ve ever received. My limbs shake as I cling to him, nails digging into his skin as my toes curl, while a tidal wave of pleasure pours through my body and over his.

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