Page 60 of Hold Still

His hand snakes to the back of my head and draws me toward him. Our lips meet in a frenzy of teeth and lips and tongues. Not a gentle exploration. This is the culmination of the past few days of his confessions and my emotional rollercoaster. I’m helpless to stop it. We both need this.

He pulls back. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you barged into my backyard.”

A fluttering erupts deep in my belly at his words. I’ve only slept withhimsince Matt, and that ended six years ago. Wrapping my gooseflesh-speckled arms around his neck, I whisper the only word in my brain, “Please.”

He picks me up, making me feel as if I’m tiny, and carries me to the boulders. Taking his button-down shirt off, he lays it over the rock formation. My feet touch the ground and then I’m leaning against his shirt as his body covers mine.

Ozzy growls into my mouth. “Fuck. Too many clothes.” His hands reach for my waist and he pulls my top out from my capris and up and over my head.

His large hands cover my breasts and squeeze. Over and over, he molds them. He flips the cups down, exposing me to his gaze. Without pausing, his mouth descends on my nipple and he sucks. Hard. My core clenches when he bites down.

“Oh.” I wriggle my hips and reach for his belt buckle. It comes undone with a click and my fingers open the fly of his shorts.

Without moving away from my body, he shucks all of his clothes. He’s sculpted—lean and ripped. And all mine. At least for now. As I reach to trace the V on his torso, he unzips my capris and pulls them—together with my red panties—down my legs. One hand drops from my breast to my pussy, and he rubs my clit.

Putting his finger in his mouth, he says, “Damn. You taste good. Better than chocolate in my book. Up you go.”

He lifts me onto the boulder and my legs fall open. When he steps into the breach, I barely register the rigidity of the rock beneath me. Both of his hands mold and tweak my breasts, which are at an obscene angle since they’re pushed up by my bra. I can’t help myself and tilt my hips into him. A second later, his head descends between my legs. I want to explore the new jewelry adorning his cock—and I will—but for now, I rest on my arms and watch him perform his magic.

His tongue circles and sucks and nips, causing me to swivel my hips in response. I drop my head backward. “Ozzy,” I breathe.

He inserts one finger into my center and licks me from front to back. “Like that?”

“More.”

He chuckles. “Only too glad to oblige.”

While he circles my clit, the shimmer of an orgasm starts to build. Immobile from the waist down, I latch onto his hair and tug. My body clenches and I scream, pulling his head forward, begging him not to stop. Ozzy continues to attack my clit as wave after wave crashes inside me.

I fall limp and look down at the man who gave me such a violent orgasm. His head comes up from between my legs, mouth smeared with my juices. I need to wear the same look.

From somewhere deep inside me, I rumble, “My turn.”

He smiles and stands up. I toss his shirt at his feet and drop to my knees onto it. Tilting my head up, up, up, I take in the full length of this amazing man. Tattoos, piercings, hard muscle.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re going to make my head swell.” He bucks his hips toward me, his cock glistening with pre-cum.

I run my finger over the new piercing. “I like this.”

He smirks. “You’re going to like it a whole lot more when it’s inside you.”

My mind blanks. I raise my eyes to him, desire blazing. I just had a crazy orgasm—my first from a man since he gave me some back at Rose’s apartment over a year ago—but it’s like it never happened.

He must’ve read my mind, because his hands go under my armpits and he hauls me up his body. Turning me so my hands are on the rock, his knee goes in between mine from the back. My mouth goes dry.

“Don’t move,” his baritone grumbles.

He bends down and fishes something from his shorts’ pocket. I turn my head to watch as he carefully smooths a condom over his pierced cock. Sheathed, he turns feral eyes to me.

“Ready?”

Still staring at his oversized cock, I can do nothing but nod. “Good answer.” He places his hand on my lower back and guides himself to my entrance by way of sliding down my butt. My skin is on fire where we touch and my body screams for his.

I don’t have to wait another second. He bites my neck and pushes into me at the same moment.

“Oh!” I shout, absorbing his cock in one long stroke.

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