Page 189 of Sinful Desires
“That’s it. Knew you’d eat me out like arealman.”
A groan left my chest as I fucked her with my tongue.
She rolled her hips harder, chasing it, riding my face until she came with a shudder, head thrown back.
As I stood up, my hands dragged over her thighs, fingers slipping under the tops of her stockings, my tongue skimming her skin before I leaned back and looked down at her.
She stayed sprawled on the hood, legs parted. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Open your present, soldier.”
My hand went to the silk bow between her tits. I grabbed it, tugging slowly, and the knot unraveled in one smooth pull. The fabric slid apart and her tits spilled free, perfect and bouncing slightly with the release, nipples hard.
I grabbed one and pinched it just enough to make her gasp.
She moaned, her fingers twisting in my hair before she framed my face with her hands.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, stood, and pulled her with me onto the hood. The engine still roared beneath us as Isat and drew her onto my lap. The engine still roared beneath us as I sat on the hood and pulled her onto my lap.
My mouth went straight to her neck. I bit her hard, tasted her, dragged my tongue along her pulse as her nails scratched down my skin.
She kissed me like she wanted to shut me up forever, then pushed back, slipping off me.
She walked toward the cliff’s edge, the sea waves moving gently below, her bare back glowing in the moonlight, hips swaying with every step.
Her hands lifted to the sky, then she looked at me over her shoulder.
“Look at the view, Théo. It’ssobeautiful.”
I didn’t look past her. Didn’t need to.
She was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever landed on.
Nothing out there could compare.
“It is, baby.”
She laughed, eyes gleaming, and ran back toward me, heels clicking against the rock.
I caught her before she could even fully reach me, lifting her into the air as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
I made love to her for hours out there.
Bent over the car in those heels, hands flat against the hood as I gripped her hips and slammed into her from behind.
In the backseat, her nails digging into my shoulders while I fucked her missionary, her moans muffled against the leather.
Then on the rocks, the night pressed against her skin as she rode me with her head thrown back, stars in her hair, her body clenching around mine.
The wind carried her sounds. My name, broken and filthy on her tongue.
When I finally collapsed beside her, our bodies stuck together, the sweat still drying between us, she turned her face to mine.
“I don’t want to go back to New York.”
I kissed her temple. “Why,mon amour?”
She didn’t answer right away.
