Page 48 of Roughing It

“Can’t get enough of you,” I murmur as I take her earlobe between my teeth.

She digs her fingers into my hair and pulls lightly, making my cock thicken and throb behind the zipper of my jeans. “I know what you mean.” She eases away from me, but I realize it’s only so she can look me in the eye. “I was a little afraid you’d come to your senses once you took off to check on the horses.”

I blink at her, surprised. I can tell she’s being completely honest. It makes me want to dig into her little black book of past lovers and beat the absolute shit out of every single one for not treating her like the treasure she is.

Of all the people I’ve ever met who acted like they were God’s gift to the world, Eden is the first person who actually is one. I can see all the past hurt in her eyes, and I know what a toll that takes. I know how hard it is to remind yourself every day that those people were full of shit and their opinions don’t matter.

Words are one thing, but when you hear them often enough—and long enough—they start to worm under your skin and stay there.

I know I can’t kiss them away either. I know that a single weekend of being stuck here with me won’t be enough to undo any damage—but I can damn well try. I start with her mouth again, the push-pull dance of her plush lips. When she’s panting against me, I move to her throat, nibbling at all the spots I’ve come to learn are sensitive to the point of driving her wild.

I feel her moving restlessly, so I press my knee higher against her, letting her clench her thighs around my leg, grinding her pussy against me. Through my sweats, she’s so hot, and I moan into her mouth, thinking about how wet she probably is already. I can’t wait to touch her, taste her, but I want to take my time.

With careful fingers, I lift my shirt from her, skimming the edges of my nails along her skin. She flinches and huffs a breathless laugh, so I increase the pressure as I move upward. She’s still not wearing a bra, which makes what I want to do next so much easier. I run my thumb along the curve of her breast, then cup it in my hand as I push her shirt all the way up.

She lets it go easily, baring herself for me, and I lean down, dragging my tongue over one nipple, then the other. She gasps, her hips moving in a restless rhythm, so I match it with my knee, and I can see a flush starting to rise from the center of her sternum, creeping toward her throat.

Her hands are clutching at my hips, but her fingers are loose and pliant. She’s lost to the pleasure but still so present with me as her mouth searches out any skin I have close enough—laying kisses on me that make my head spin.

“Darlin’,” I murmur.

She sighs out something—a word, maybe, but I don’t quite catch it. Eden’s head turns toward me though, and there’s the smallest smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Undress?”

It’s exactly what I had in mind. I mourn the loss of being able to strip her down the rest of the way, but watching is almost as good. As I toss my shirt down to the floor, she’s hooking her fingers in the waistband of my baggy sweats. As I pop the button on my jeans, she’s kicking them aside.

Just before she can go for her panties, I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her. I don’t know what it is about seeing that thin cotton fabric spread over her thatch of dark hair and the curve of her ass, but something about it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

It’s not lingerie. It’s practical and simple, and it makes my dick so hard, it pushes through the slit in my boxer briefs.

“Leave them on for now?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “Yeah?”

I quickly shimmy out of what’s left of my clothes, leaving me stark naked and kneeling over her, and I nod. I frame her hips with my hands, then use one of my knees to spread hers apart. I can see the smallest, faintest dark spot on the panties where she’s dripping wet, and I groan.

“Yeah, baby. I’m…” I don’t really have words for what I want or for why I want it. But she doesn’t seem to mind when I brace one hand on the bed and lean down, latching my mouth to her cloth-covered core.

“Fuck,” she gasps, one of her hands sinking into my hair and tugging this side of painful as she arches into me when I use my teeth to find her clit. “Maddox.”

My name on her lips is like a shot of lust straight into my balls, and I grunt as I press my face harder against her pussy, drowning in the scent of her. I lip and nibble at her, holding her hips to keep her from getting too far away, and by the time I pull back, breathless, her little cotton panties are soaked with her arousal and my spit.

It’s not enough though.

I’m suddenlyravenousfor a full taste of her, grabbing the waistband and ripping them off her body. She yelps, then moans as I fall face-first into her dripping pussy with a soul-deep groan.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she’s chanting above me as I run my tongue around her sweet little clit over and over again, using the tip to play with the hood every once in a while. When I tip my face so my whiskered chin rubs lightly over her delicate folds, I grunt at how hard she pulls on my hair as she yells. “Oh fuck. How are you so damn good at this?”

I don’t bother to answer since the truth is I’ve never wanted to worship between another woman’s legs like I do Eden. I’m already addicted to the taste of her, to the way she falls apart on my tongue and fingers and cock. I have to get enough to last a lifetime, and it’s making me crazy with want and driving me to work her poor cunt harder and faster, wanting to push her to the highest of cliffs and then send her flying.

When I latch onto her clit and suck, rubbing the left side just how she likes, her thighs tighten around me as she humps at my face. “Oh god, oh god, oh god. Don’t stop.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.

I release one of my hands and slip it between us, sliding two fingers inside her and giving her that pulsing vibration inside her clenching, soaked channel that she loved last time.

Seconds later, she shatters, screaming and squeezing me with her strong thighs, her pussy pulling at my fingers to try and get them deeper.

For long, shuddering moments, she doesn’t do anything but pant above me, and I’m careful not to rub at her sensitive bits. I’m more aware of my own arousal in the quiet, but I ignore my aching cock. After one last trembling exhale, she relaxes her legs and lets them fall to the bed.

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