Page 31 of Starry Night Kisses

My breaths are labored as he removes the skin a second time, dipping the marshmallow in the melted chocolate before returning it to my body. He covers the other nipple and I squeal around the gag, the temperature more scalding than the first pass, as he turns me into his own Charleston Chew.

“Is it too hot?” he asks, sounding only mildly concerned and more amused than anything.

Shaking my head as my pussy clenches around air, I arch my back the best I can in my bound position, begging for his mouth.

It’s not until he’s painted down my stomach and over my thighs that he finally stands and scoops the melted dessert from the skewer before approaching me. He lifts his fingers between us, blowing on the warm mixture of goo. “I’m going to thoroughly enjoy eatingmydessert from between your legs.”

It’s warm, not hot, as he spreads it over my clit. Tears line my eyes, not from the pain, but from the pure frustration at being at his mercy yet not having him touch me until just now. It’s ecstasy, the way his fingers strum my swollen bud and then dip between my wet folds.

I’m definitely getting a UTI…but it’s so fucking worth it.

Eric sucks the mess from his fingers before removing his clothes, revealing his sculpted body and the gorgeous cock that points directly at me. He lowers to his knees, kissing down my body and around the trail of mess he’s made, before he gets to my pussy.

Scooping my legs into the crook of his elbows, I realize there’s more give to the rope that binds my ankles as he effortlessly lifts me before attacking my clit. His warm tongue swirls and strokes as he moans against me, and the sensations of the bark at my back and his mouth between my thighs clash against each other like warriors on a battlefield.

Pain versus pleasure.

I come hard with a scream that echoes through the woods, despite the gag. White spots blind my vision until I become boneless in his arms, sagging against the ropes that hold me up as he swallows me down before licking up the trail of sweets he’s decorated my body with.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against me, lowering my feet to the ground.

Without looking at me, he pulls the gag from mymouth at the same time he latches onto a nipple. I don’t know what it is about this man and my nipples, but every time he has them in his mouth, he knows how to manipulate them in a way that makes it feel like he’s still sucking on my clit.

“Eric,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”

“Does my good girl want to get fucked against the tree?” he asks before turning his attention to my other breast. He nearly has me clean and I can feel his solid, warm erection between us, just waiting for its turn.

Looking down at it, I lick my lips. “Unless you want to untie me so I can have my dessert, too?”

Eric moans. It’s not a groan, but a sensual sound that I want to hear again and again like a personal lullaby as he fucks me to sleep. “Baby, I need to fuck you. We have all night for you to eat your dessert off my dick.”

There’s no warning as he presses inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate him in a vice-like grip that has us both drawing sharp-pitched breaths. I strain against the ropes holding my arms up, a pins and needles sensation starting to settle in my limbs from how long they’ve been in this position.

There’s nothing slow or sweet about the way Eric takes his pleasure. His thrusts are long and deep and his fingers dig into my skin as he takes me hard against the tree.

“God, I love the way you feel. Your pussy sucks my cock in like it never wants me to leave.”

“Because you give it everything it wants withouteven having to ask,” I speak into his mouth as his lips rest over mine. We don’t kiss, but the intimacy of simply being this close is more sensual than a kiss would be at this moment.

“Thanks to those romance books you’re always reading.” He releases a short, shuddered laugh as he picks up his pace, thrusting into me at a punishing rate.

Awareness prickles down my spine, but I can’t tell if it’s another impending orgasm or something else. “How do you know what books I read?”

It’s an odd time to ask such a question, but he’s been saying things like this all weekend. And earlier, on the mountain, when I asked if he was a fan of my blog…

“So you stalked me?” I grin as I make the poorly timed joke.

More men should be open to learning from romance novels.

“I’ve been stalking you for an entire year, Evelyn.”

His thrusts become erratic as the weight of his admission spreads through my chest.

“What?”

Eric slows, his breathing heavy as he drops his lips to my neck and alternates between licking and sucking the skin. My walls clench around him as he pulls nearly all the way out before slowly inching his way back in, his tip just barely brushing that sweet spot with every pass.

“The girls told me about you last year,” hewhispers. “Naturally, I was curious.” He bends to suck one nipple into his mouth, manipulating it with his teeth and tongue and expertly causing my clit to pulse. “I’ve been watching you for a long time—longer than New Years.”

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