Page 66 of Claiming Ours
“Take it all off for me,” I demanded, releasing her throat to lean back onto my elbows, eager to watch the striptease.
Heated gaze locked on me, she pulled the shirt off, setting it on the rock beside me to keep it off the soggy ground, followed by her sports bra, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Bits of rock dug into my palms when I pushed off to sit up straight. Hands around her narrow waist, I tugged her even closer to seal my lips around her pebbled nipples. Her fingers slid through my hair, holding me there as I sucked and nipped.
Switching sides, I played with the saliva-covered nipple, twisting and tugging while I sucked on the other. My name fell from her lips like a prayer and curse woven together. Releasing her with a pop, I gripped the back of her neck and guided her face to mine so I could devour her lips.
The hand around her waist dipped beneath her jeans and panties, fingers sliding to her slick core. A pleasure-filled groan rattled from my chest and escaped to vibrate between our lips.
“You’re soaked for me, Kitten.” I flicked her swollen clit, making her entire body shudder. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she panted, eyes open wide and locked on me. “I want you, Memphis. Here, right now. Like you like it.”
My already stiff cock pressed even harder against my zipper at her words.
“You just had that virgin pussy fucked yesterday, Bay. You’re sore and?—”
She gripped my chin, shocking the hell out of me with both the move and firm hold.
“It’s my body. I do with it as I want. I know what I need, I know what I can handle, and I know how I feel. Now, if you don’t want to fuck me, fine, I’ll go find Liam and?—”
I batted her hand away and stood, towering over her petite frame. Rotating our positions, I gently pushed her to sit in the space I just vacated. Big blue eyes full of heat and trust gazed up at me. A breath caught in my chest as I took her in. This was real, a moment I dreamed of for years was playing out right beforeme. Unlike the unreal moments in the days previous, it was just us, only me and Baylee.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I said, trailing a finger between her breasts to her belly button. When her fingers went to the top button, I pushed them aside. “Allow me the pleasure of unwrapping the gift you’re giving me.”
I took my time, treasuring each brush of my fingers along her soft skin as I slowly undid her jeans and worked the denim and panties over her hips. After removing both boots and socks, I pulled her pants free, tossing them to the side, careful to keep them off the soggy ground.
I ran the tip of my thumb along my lower lip, mouth literally watering at the beauty before me. Adjusting myself, I reached between her thighs, sliding a single finger into her hot pussy. Baylee groaned, back arching off the boulder when I added another.
“Does that feel good, Bay? You like my fingers stroking you from the inside.”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her hand wrapped around my wrist and added to the movement making it more forceful, thrusting my two fingers deeper. “Fuck, I’m so worked up, I’m close.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” I chuckled. With my free hand, I worked the buckle loose on my belt and popped the button of the borrowed jeans. With a bit of room, I shoved my hand into my briefs and fisted my throbbing cock. A hiss whispered through my teeth when I flicked the piercing. “I can’t wait for you to feel this bit of steel slide along your walls, feel it stroking you in a way you’ll never forget.”
“Oh shit,” she panted. “Please, Memphis.”
“I’ve got you, Bay.” Twisting my angle, I flicked her swollen nub with my thumb while adding a third finger, stuffing her full. “Come for me, Kitten.”
Baylee’s lips parted as her head fell backwards and an elicit moan rattled through the trees. Birds chirped and fluttered into the sky at the erotic sound. Not me though, I didn’t even fucking blink, wanting to memorize every second of our moment.
Slowing my movements, she relaxed along the stone, murmuring my praises. When those light lashes fluttered open and her hooded gaze locked with mine, I tightened my grip on my cock to keep from exploding in my pants.
That look was a perfect mix of love and lust, intoxicating and a damn aphrodisiac, if my pulsing cock was any sign. And then she went and amped up the already electric moment.
Raising her hands, she pressed both wrists together in a type of offering and flicked her gaze to my belt.
“Want to put that thing to good use?” she asked, licking her lower lip.
“Fucking hell, woman, are you trying to get me to come before I’m inside you?” Her slow sultry smile contrasted the shake of her head. Huffing in fake annoyance, I freed my hand and slid the leather free of the loops, allowing it to dangle from my fingers.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please.” I hesitated. “Fucking hell. I’m not delicate, remember. Now tie me up and fuck me like you want to.”
Well shit. Seemed Baylee turned bossy when she was denied cock. Good to know because I fucking loved it.
“Like I want, huh?” She nodded, her blonde hair swaying with the movement. “Then flip around, Kitten, and push that perfect ass into the air, hands behind your back.” My fingers twitched at my side, wanting to help her as she did as I instructed, but watching was part of my fun.
