Page 54 of Brewbies
All that mattered was this moment between them. Just them. Not fighting, but embracing the unexpected gift of stolen time under starlit skies near a babbling brook surrounded by nature’s symphony.
Darby undid his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She visibly appreciated the sight of his sculpted muscles, her gaze drawn to every ripple of corded flesh. His body heated beneath her admiration, and a flush spread across his chest and neck. He held still, savoring the sensation of being seen.
Wondering what it would be like if he bared everything to her.
Not just physically.
She trailed her fingers over his chest like a whisper, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake as she leaned forward to place a tender kiss on the center point between his collarbones. Her lips were soft, yet firm—gentle and teasing all at once—sparking another surge of heat that left him craving more.
He felt alive like he hadn’t in years, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion that threatened to break the surface if he wasn’t careful. His heart thudded against its cage as Darby continued to explore him with reverent touches, tracing sweet circles against his skin until they were both trembling with desire and anticipation.
Finally, she looked up into his eyes with a daring half-smile. He could read the silent invitation in her gaze and knew there was no turning back.
Hungry for a touch of her milky skin, he slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and followed the curve of her waist up to her ribs. He caressed the undersides of her breasts, smoothing a thumb over the taut nipple.
She gasped, clenching her thighs.
Despite the layers, Ethan felt the heat between her legs intensifying.
Claiming her mouth, he cupped each of her petal-soft breasts, intent on finding every curve and divot left yet unexplored. He found an inexplicably large divot where her breast met her ribcage, and curious fingers dipped against the ridge. What was this?
With a strangled sound, she seized his hands and wrapped them around her, anchoring her to his lap.
The kiss deepened as their tongues entwined, and they devoured one another with an intensity that felt like it had been brewing since the last time he’d been inside her incredible body.
The kiss spiraled out of control as their passion followed.
Ethan leaned back, allowing Darby to slide her hands over his body as she moved to undo his belt. He groaned in pleasure when she exposed his hard length.
Her cotton sleep shorts disintegrated in his hands, and with a reverent groan, he slid a finger along the soft, downy seam of her sex before delving inside the wet heat. Finding her clit immediately, he circled the tiny aperture with the pad of his thumb, bathing in the sweetness of her response. Keeping his thumb busy with her pleasure, he stroked a finger inside the inviting flesh, then two, setting an exquisite tempo that soon had her arching her neck to beg the stars for release.
He fell on her throat like a vampire. Nipping, sucking, and savoring the salt and sweat of her skin.
Her pleasure was a puzzle to be solved, and he watched every twitch of her muscles, every hitch of her breath and shudder of her limbs for direction. He let the intensity of her responses swing them gently, establishing a rhythm organic to their own bodies.
When it seemed like she was about to come, he drew his hand away.
Darby moaned in frustration and curled her hips in search of him.
Their eyes locked together with a force he hadn’t known existed before Ethan lifted her hips and lowered her onto his cock. Sparks of pleasure blinded him as she enveloped him in the warmth of her body. Sensations overwhelmed him as her tight walls clenched and released in a rhythm that felt as ancient as the first song.
Ethan opened his eyes to find Darby regarding him with an awestruck expression, one that seemed to hold all the secrets of the universe and a thousand more questions besides.
Filled with a foreign and infinite tenderness, he cupped the back of her head, pressing his face into the silk of her hair as his knees and hips used the tranquil motion of the swing to create a gentle, rhythmic friction.
There was no hurry. No pounding race to the finish. No frenzy to find the pleasure they both knew the other was capable of providing.
Nothing else to be done and nowhere else to be.
Their fucking became a slow dance to which they both knew the simple steps. Their breaths created the metronome. Their bodies the movement. The music belonged to the tops of the towering trees and the way in which the elements danced across the earth.
Ethan could see nothing but Darby.
His lips parted slightly while hers puckered to a pretty bow on her flushed face. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, she locked gazes with him, the color in her cheeks brilliant and fevered.
Five days.
Her body wrapped around him like a velvet sheath as he drowned in her eyes. Every slow, deep, eternal thrust into her seemed to unlock something inside of him. A new need. A quiet hope. An alarming word. Then another.
