Page 112 of When the Smoke Clears

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says softly.

I kiss her lips. “No, you’re not.”

Slowly, I explore every inch of her exposed skin with my mouth. One hand roams over her body, a partner to my mouth. I twirl a tight, hardened nipple in my fingers, my tongue dancing over the other. Her quiet moan makes my cock jump in my jeans again.

Before traveling farther south, I show the other nipple the same affection with my tongue. Maci’s hands grip my hair fiercely.

The button of her jeans pops free easily and I slip a hand inside. She’s already soaked, and her moan deepens as I rub my hand over her. I nibble her breast before pulling away, leaning back to work her pants down.

“I have to be honest.” I don’t look at her, but I can feel her body tighten. “I am being alittleselfish.”

“Oh?”

Flinging the jeans behind me, I find her eyes. “Yes. I’m going to make you see stars. The ones above us and more. But I absolutely have to have a taste before I fuck your needy pussy.”

Her legs clench. “I don’t think you understand what ‘selfish’ means then.” She pulls her lip between her teeth, and my dick hurts from how hard it’s pushing against my zipper.

My hands slip between her knees, pressing her legs open and exposing the extent of her arousal to me. “No? It doesn’t mean I’m going to devour you strictly for my own pleasure?”

Her hips buck gently and I grip her thighs, pinning her place. She moans again. “Mutually beneficial is what I would call it.”

“Whatever you say, Firecracker. I just know I’m about to have the best dessert ever.” I position myself between her legs, kissing along one thigh as I slowly make my way higher.

She stretches to get my face closer to where she wants, but I still.

“Better than cheesecake?” she asks.

“Fuck cheesecake.” I bite her inner thigh and she lets out a yip. My attention falls on the other leg as I drag my tongue up her thigh. I’m not sure who I’m torturing more, me or her.

Goosebumps coat her skin as I reach her center, and I know she’s dying for me to taste her as much as I am. I look her over, gripping a thigh in each arm. Her head is thrown back in anticipated pleasure. A cool breeze blows over my back. I wait.

Her head comes off the blanket as she looks at me expectantly. “Cowboy, what are you doing?”

“Eating with my eyes, first.”

She grins. “Well, your dessert is getting cold, and this one is best served hot.”

I raise my eyebrow at her in challenge and brush the tip of my tongue over her clit. She jerks her hips. “I think it’s you who’s doing the serving.”

I half expect her to have another retort, but she falls back with a groan. This time, I drag my tongue fully up her drenched center, equally turned on by her taste and her sounds.

As I continue my slow feast on her, her hips rock into me, trying to control her pleasure. Her hands come to her breasts, twisting and tugging at her peaked nipples. Watching her touching herself, adding to her pleasure, does things to me. She’s intoxicating. I told her once I was becoming addicted to her, and it’s true. I can never have enough of her. Of this. Of us.

I’d love nothing more than to lie here worshipping her all night, but her movements are becoming more insistent. One hand releases a breast as she latches onto my hair with her fingers, her nails scraping passionately against my scalp. I pick up my pace, devouring her faster, never taking my eyes off her.

I may or may not release an appreciative groan. Watching her come undone is my favorite sight.

Her back arches beautifully in the firelight, right before she gasps. My name on her lips only spurs me to lick and suck harder. I’m not releasing her until she pushes me away. There’s no better sound in the world. Though, hearing her confessing her love for me might tie.

My eyes are still laser-focused on her, my tongue slowly lapping up the fruit of my labor, when her head pops up and her eyes find mine. She smiles widely and says playfully, “Your work is done.”

I trail the tip of my tongue softly through her sensitive flesh, watching her intently and the way her eyes threaten to roll back again, to prove my point. “My work is never done. And I’m far from finished with you.”

“I hope you never finish with me.” Her voice is softer, her face relaxed, as she looks over me tucked between her thighs. I’d die right here, given the chance.

“Never.” I nip her inner thigh with my teeth, eliciting another yelp. A chuckle vibrates my chest. “Are you crazy? I’m not sharing this delicacy with anyone.”

She laughs heartily.

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