Page 27 of Summer Showdown
"Not perfect," she corrected, a vulnerability in her eyes that made my heart ache. "Just me."
"Even better," I assured her, capturing her mouth again.
My fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with ease. As the garment fell away, I took a moment to simply appreciate her—the elegant lines of her collarbones, the full curves of her breasts, the contrast of her fair skin against the dark wood of my workbench.
"Wade," she whispered, a plea in her voice.
I lowered my head, taking one pink nipple into my mouth while my hand caressed the other. Her gasp of pleasure was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of my tongue until she was arching against me, breathless with need.
"I want to taste you," I murmured, kissing my way down her stomach. "May I?"
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, met mine. "Yes," she breathed. "Please."
I knelt before her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and sliding them down her legs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I took a moment to press kisses along her inner thighs, gradually working my way toward her center.
At the first touch of my tongue against her core, she cried out, fingers gripping the edge of the workbench. I took my time exploring her, learning what made her breath catch, what made her moan. The taste of her was addictive—sweet and musky and all hers.
"It's been so long," she gasped as I found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. "I don't think I can—"
"Let go," I encouraged, sliding one finger inside her while my tongue continued its gentle assault. "I've got you."
Her release came suddenly, her body tensing and then shuddering as pleasure overtook her. I worked her through it, gentle but persistent, until she collapsed back against the workbench, chest heaving.
"That was..." she began, then laughed breathlessly. "I don't even have words."
"We're just getting started," I promised, rising to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her hands found the button of my jeans, deftly unfastening them and pushing them down along with my boxer briefs. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, fully aroused and straining toward her.
"You're quite impressive," she said with a smile that was both shy and mischievous. Her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking experimentally.
I groaned at her touch, hips jerking involuntarily. "Careful," I warned. "It's been a while for me too."
"Then we should make it count," she replied, sliding off the workbench to kneel before me.
The sight of Lark Hayes on her knees, looking up at me with desire-darkened eyes, was almost enough to finish me then and there. When her lips closed around me, hot and wet and perfect, I had to grip the workbench to stay upright.
"Lark," I gasped as she took me deeper, her tongue doing wicked things along my length. "God, that feels incredible."
She hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. Her technique was confident, enthusiastic, her hands working in tandem with her mouth until I was teetering on the edge of control.
"Wait," I managed, gently pulling away. "I need to be inside you."
She rose gracefully, and I lifted her back onto the workbench, positioning myself between her thighs.
"Are you sure?” I whispered, stroking her cheek.
"Yes," she assured me. “I need you, Wade. Now.”
With that reassurance, I positioned myself at her entrance. We both moaned as I slowly pushed inside her, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping me almost overwhelming. I held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
But there was only pleasure in her expression as she urged me deeper, her heels pressing against my lower back. "More," she demanded, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.
I obliged, setting a steady rhythm that had her gasping with each movement. Her body was wonderfully responsive, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that threatened to undo my control. I reached between us, finding the sensitive bud at her core and circling it with my thumb.
"Wade," she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I'm close again."
"Come for me," I encouraged, increasing the pace of my thrusts. "I want to feel you."
