Page 80 of Recon Rendezvous

“Will you let me cherish you tonight, London?” My voice is low, desperate, as I trail fingers down her delicate neck to her exposed collar bones.

Kissing down her body, I position myself at the end of the bed, removing her socks, my thumbs running along the delicate arch of her feet.

Teeth sink deeper into that plump lip as I continue to stroke and caress her. To have her here like this, to be able to finally touch her, love her, the way I’ve wanted since the first time our eyes clashed at the wedding has euphoria flying off me in waves.

Bringing her foot to my face, our heated gaze’s fuse together as I kiss along her soft skin, her pretty pink painted toes wiggling in my embrace.

Her black leggings emphasize her long legs, the tempting curve of her hips, and my hands seek to feel her delicious softness, and every dip and swell of her beautiful body.

“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper into the quiet surrounding us.

When she lifts her ass without me saying a word, I reward her, tugging the tight garment down those shapely legs, my fingertips trailing along her supple skin.

“Stop teasing,” she pants as my fingers dig into her hips.

“None of that, babycakes. You gave me permission to cherish you and that’s what I’m going to do all fucking night.”

The shiver that runs through her has the blood pulsing in my dick. I need to get inside her, but I’m enjoying unwrapping my most precious gift too much to rush it. Once she’s naked, except for the sexy black lace panties and bralette, I allow myself another moment to be mesmerized by her beauty.

“How are you this perfect?” I murmur against her skin, inhaling the fresh clean scent of her. “Everything about you is what I want, what I fucking crave,” I moan in her ear as sheexposes her neck to me. Biting into her flesh, I quickly lick it when she whimpers.

“God, you’re driving me crazy. Rip these panties off and fuck me, Xander.” The desperation in her voice pouring gasoline on the raging inferno already blazing along my skin.

Growling, I cup her pussy in my hand, the skimpy lace soaked through, but the heat of her practically burns me.

“So fucking bossy,” I say, massaging her with my palm. “Do you tell me what to do? No. You ask fucking nicely, on your fucking knees, and only then can you beg me for what you want. And if you ask nicely enough, maybe I'll give it to you.”

Her moans shoot fire through my veins, and I can’t stop the rambling words from falling from my lips.

“This is my pussy,” I growl. “And I’ll love it and fuck it when and how I want. Do you understand?” she whimpers her agreement, and I reward her with a nip to her exposed skin. “But since you’ve been such a good girl, coming out here with a smile on your face to get fucked in the woods, under the stars, I’ll reward you. You want that, don’t you, cakes?”

“Oh, god, yes.” Her hips rise to meet my palm and I fucking love when my baby’s inhibitions fall away.

“That’s my perfect little slut.”

Ripping the flimsy lace from her body, her legs are up and spread before she can blink, and my head is buried between her silky thighs.

Her cries as I feast on her fill the silence around us and urge me on as I practically hump the bed. Those sounds and the taste of her have me hard as fucking steel and I just need to relieve this pressure so I can enjoy her fully, completely, and let my body show her what my words can’t.

She thrashes as I split her roughly with two fingers, my tongue still lapping and delving deep within her pussy. A lightsheen of sweat covers her body as she jerks and twists, trying to get away from the intense pleasure, but not really wanting to.

“Don’t run from it,” I growl. “You’re so fucking wet. Your pussy is begging for me.”

She pants, her hips thrusting to meet my mouth. “Yes. Please, Xan.”

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby. I can’t stop. I never want to stop, but I need to get inside you,” I speak into her, loving every moan my mouth and words evoke.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop,” she begs.

“That’s it.” I dive deeper, fucking her with my tongue. “Come for me. Paint my tongue, my face, in your cum.”

My words do the trick. Her thighs clamp against my head like earmuffs as she fucks my face greedily, and I’m just as savage, pressing into her, my mouth licking and sucking everything before me. Those delicious cries of ecstasy are drowned out by her thick thighs and I’m only slightly disappointed before I’m rewarded, as she comes with a shout. And I lap up every drop.

Slowly, the tension squeezing the life out of me lessens as her thighs fall away, leaving her open for me, and I continue to nip and suck. Strong hands grip my hair, pulling me from my happy place, and glowing eyes meet mine.

“Enough.” Her voice has a hoarse little rasp to it now. “I need you inside me.Please.”

My heart lurches at the look on her face, her eyes so soft, as she strokes my hair, her thumb rubbing small circles on my forehead. The tenderness in the moment is not what I expected, but it’s so fucking welcome.

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