Page 80 of The Wildest Ride

Lil’s mouth watered. Again, she was filled with a desperate urgency to touch him. To taste him. To have him inside of her. All of it, at once. She wiggled her hips, working to align herself with him, but he shook his head and leaned in to kiss her neck beside her ear, whispering, “Not yet, querida.”

He trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his lips brushed against the hypersensitive skin of her breasts. She cried out when he found one of her nipples.

Back arching, she pressed against his mouth, his wicked tongue coaxing her inner flames higher and higher, even as his rough palms caressed up and down the length of her side, thumbs sometimes brushing teasingly along the outer edges of her breasts as he went.

He switched to the other and the newly abandoned hardened further, chilled, wet, and exposed to the elements.

When his kisses trailed lower, down her belly, her breath came in mini gasps that were shallow, rapid, and desperate. He made his way slowly, deliberately. He kissed the spot just below her belly button and it was an electric jolt through her body.

Her breath stalled. On some level she’d recognized the trajectory of his path, but the reality, the gentle pressure of his mouth, coupled with the tiny flickering tastes of his tongue against her skin had all her blood pooling in the place that was his ultimate destination. A part of her thought of stopping him. Her past boyfriend had gone down on her, but it’d mostly just made her feel awkward and pressured. She brought her hands to rest at the top of his broad shoulders, unsure if she meant to push him away or hold him there. All thoughts fled with the gentle pressure of his lips pressing against her most intimate place.

The kiss wasn’t salacious—just the gentle pressure of his lips pressed against her opening without exposing her, without plunder—and it almost broke her. She lifted her hips, unconsciously opening herself up to him, and he hummed against her. The sound vibrated through her core, triggering an answering sigh from her. And then, as if he’d been waiting for the cue of the sound, he devoured her.

His tongue found its way between her folds to lap at her inner heat. He savored, sucking, licking, and pressing soft kisses along her crease while she arched her back, fingers curling in to grip the sleeping bag on either side of her body.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs, igniting the delicate skin there with the brush of palms, roughened from years of ropes, before he spread her wider, opening her, exposing more of her to his plunder.

His tongue entered her and she didn’t recognize the sound that came out of her mouth. She panted, hips bucking, and he held, digging in farther.

He said her name against her slick folds, and she nearly came.

Pulling back slightly, he murmured with a smile, “So impatient...” before blowing softly.

The cool air across her most sensitive area was a torturous interlude—soothing and calming, even as she craved more fire and heat. She squirmed for more, anything, and he obliged, sliding two thick fingers into her while using his thumb to rub the sensitive bud at the top of her entrance.

She cried out, startling answering moos from the cows grazing in the distance, and his laugh was full of triumphant male.

She felt herself fraying in the onslaught, threads of Self unraveling from the outside in, and she knew she wasn’t long for the world. Lil, as she knew her, was dissolving, disappearing. Never to be seen again.

Whoever emerged when it was all over would be a different woman entirely—remade, she was afraid, in his image.

A part of her balked, ever the wild mustang, unwilling to bend or bow to him, but he held fast, his powerful, calloused thumb and slick fingers unyielding, demanding nothing less than her complete surrender. She’d broken enough horses in her lifetime to sense when she herself was breaking, bowing to a will stronger than hers. Trusting his lead.

Lil disappeared. In her place were a thousand fireworks. The entire spectrum of color going off in a sea of rainbow explosions accompanied by the sound of a single name: AJ.

When she coalesced, he was once again above her, tip poised at her entrance.

He caught her eyes, his near black in the intensity of their focus. “You’re sure?”

Lil nodded and his answering smile was blinding. He reached between them to guide his head up and down her damp crease, stirring up the internal sea she thought had calmed.

He groaned and said, “Lil, you feel like heaven and I’m not even inside you,” and she flushed.

He was hot, and so large she knew she’d have been scared if she hadn’t grown up on a farm, and she wanted him inside her. He teased her, though. And kept teasing her. Until she was wetter than she’d ever been in her life and teetering on the edge again.

He didn’t stop until she said please.

“Dios mío, Liliana,” he growled. “I thought you’d never ask.” And then he was pressing into her, slowly, giving her time to adjust with every inch. “Jesus Christ, Lil.”

She moaned, his words sending electric thrills along her spine.

The pressure of making space for him inside her was intense, but not the pain she’d been told to expect. It was...good. Immense. Heavy. Hot. A new heartbeat pulsing deep inside her.

And then he started to move. Slowly.

Her body answered in a shuddering wave of pleasure. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and let it carry her over the slow, easy edge.

He leaned down to press kisses across her face, repeating her name, over and over, “Lil. Lil. Lil.”

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