Page 32 of The Backup

“If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

I help her take her jacket off first, then her dress, and her boots, so she’s just in her bra and panties.

I take off my flannel, then reposition myself so I’m kneeling between her legs. She runs a hand down the ridges of my abs.

“Mr. Knox. I like this view.”

Reaching behind her back, she unsnaps her bra, then tosses it aside. Leaning against the back of the truck, she watches my eyes.

“What do you think?”

“I think they’re fucking perfect,” I grit out, feeling my cock press against my jeans. “I think you’re damn gorgeous.”

I crawl on top of her, pulling her tight, and kiss her again, letting my torso press against her naked upper body, but being careful not to put too much weight on her.

“Sloane. I want to taste you,” I whisper. “I’ve been dying to taste you all week.”

“I want you to, too. God do I want you to.”

Stilling my body over hers with my hands propped on either side of her, I trail kisses from her neck, pausing at her tits forsome light tongue flicking, I slide my mouth down her stomach until I’m kneeling between her legs with my mouth inches from her pussy.

Making eye contact with her, I slide her panties off slowly, enjoying every second of this.

Then, with reckless abandon, I dive down between her legs to tongue her slit.

Her moans spur me on, that sweet, soft sultry voice of hers under the stars, out here in the middle of nowhere, on a blanket, withmemaking her feel that way.

Fuck yes.

I run my tongue up and down, savoring her taste, until I land on her clit.

Positioning my body on my stomach, I eat her pussy like I’m a starving man.

“Holy fuck,” she moans. “I didn’t know…it could feel this good.”

“Mmmm,” I grunt, loving the way she arches up and in to me, helping me find a rhythm.

She takes a fistful of my hair and fucks my face, rubbing herself against my tongue. I’m so turned on, my cock is painstakingly pressed against the denim of my jeans now. But really, I don’t mind. Because this is about Sloane. She was so giving the other night and left before I could repay the favor.

I left up my chin for a split second, to catch a breath, and she looks down at me, as if to say,are you done?

“Not done, baby. Just catching a breath.”

“I’m so close,” she mutters.

I smile as I dive back into her, and this time I slip a couple of fingers into her.

Her moans get louder, and her legs start to shake. It’s not really nervousness that I’m feeling. It’s more. I don’t want to besome guy to her. I need to be the best she’s ever had. I need to make her forget all about her shitty ex.

I need to make her cum.

I drive my fingers up and into her, curling them into her G-spot, and that undoes her. She’s got her hands on her face, covering her mouth? So funny--who is going to see us out here?—but it makes me smile a little more.

I want to fuck her so bad. I want to spread this tight little pussy apart with my cock—but if she wants to move slow and this is all she’ll give me I’ll take the scraps. I’ll make it unforgettable.

“Scream, baby,” I mutter, reaching my free hand up to take it off of her mouth. “No one can hear you out here. No one except for me. And I want you to be loud.”

When I bring my mouth back between her legs, she erupts. I feel her gushing, and I don’t stop. Her torso shakes and she moans.

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