Page 259 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I watch her pour a ribbon of honey along my shaft. I inhale sharply at the cool liquid glinting in the sunlight.
She lowers herself. Every second feels like a lifetime. My heart pounds in my chest, my throat, and my ears. Every nerve is alive, as if electricity is racing through my veins.
Then her tongue traces the head of my cock, a playful lick that makes me whimper. The tension shatters like glass, and pure adrenaline takes over. It floods hotter than fire.
“Jade. Fuck.”
Eyes half-lidded, meeting my gaze, her lips wrap around me. The wetness of her mouth envelops me, a slick heat that contrasts sharply with the cool air around us.
I can’t move.
Can’t blink—won’t blink.
She’s wrecked me.
My fingers find her soft locks on their own, threading through and gripping the roots. She takes me in deeper, and my hips buck as slow, steady pumping unfolds. The suction is intense, and the pressure builds with each stroke, sending an unrelenting tension through my body.
I want to thrust, to surrender, but I hold back, my hands clenching into fists as I fight the urge to take control.
“Jade,” I rasp, my voice strained. “You’re going to make me come.” My breath comes in short gasps, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggle to keep my composure.
“Shh.” Her lips brush the tip. “Let me take care of you.”
She has no idea how that little sentiment affects me. It’s so much more than sex with her. Is that why this feels so fucking amazing?
Her mouth moves in rhythm, her tongue swirling and her lips sucking. Her handprints burn into my thighs where she grips to steady herself.
My breath comes in sharp gasps, my body tensing as I teeter on the edge.
“Shit, Jade,” my voice breaks. “I’m close.”
She pulls back, her lips curving in a smug smile. “Not yet.” She traces the head of my cock. “Not until I’m ready.”
My body aches with anticipation, and I can’t wait another second.
I fucking scoop her up and lay her on the floor. I hover above her and stare at her naked and splayed out just for me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I reach for my abandoned jeans and pull out a condom. “My turn.”
Once sheathed, I part her thighs, kneel between her, and pull her onto my lap.
I find her wetness, her heat, and my thumb circles her clit, slow and deliberate.
My beautiful Jade gasps. Her head falls back, resting on the ground as her body arches toward me.
“Hart,” she moans, arms outstretched and fisting the blanket.“Yes, right there.”
I want to kiss her down there. I want to taste and lick and suck, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her reaction to me.
I don’t want to.
“You like that, don’t you?” I slip my fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling to find the spot that makes her gasp like I’m driving her as fucking crazy as she was driving me.
“You’re so wet for me, Jade. So ready.”
Her hips rock into my touch, her body telling me how desperate she is for more.
“Hart,” she pants, her voice breaking. “I need—”
