Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
What I have been keeping for her.
I teach myself the shape of her body with my hands. She teaches me how to kiss with her lips. Her tongue is hot and wet against mine, guiding me, fighting with me.
I drag my mouth down her body, bury my face between her thighs, and bite down on the seam of her jeans.
She clings to my hair with both hands, pressing me against her pussy hard enough to smother. “Oh my God,” Tess cries.
Instinct tells me to lick and suck, and I don’t hold back. Even through her pants, I can taste her. She’s like honey.
I map the shape of her with my face. Drag my cheek along the inside of her thigh. Bite on the seam of her jeans like a dog. She bucks her hips to move them where she likes, and I blow my hot breaths through the cloth.
She’s coming against my face.
“Rutger!”
Her thighs clamp on either side of my head. I’m deaf. I’m getting crushed.
I love it.
I love her.
As she bucks and drags her pussy along my face, all I can think is that this is my woman. The woman I’m going to take care of for the rest of my life. I’m broken for anyone else.
From now on, it’s only Tess.
I climb her body to kiss her lips, a little more confident now. I can do what she showed me—stroking her tongue with mine, sipping at her lips—and I think her noises mean that she likes it.
“You turn me on,” I say. “It feels like…a storm. Like when the thunder gets caught on the mountain, and it pours rain and takes down half the trees.”
She sighs and rolls her head back, and I nibble on her neck. My beard scrapes along the tender skin of her throat.
“I want to eat you up without the jeans,” I admit, then add in an embarrassed murmur, “But I’m not sure what to do.”
“You can explore, if you want. Just…use me to figure it out,” Tess says, pink spots spreading across her cheeks.
It’s all the permission I need.
I flip her onto her belly and pull her jeans down her ass.
That ass.
God, it’s even better than I imagined. The waistband holds her thighs together and the plump flesh is dimpled by it. Her skin glows like moonlight. The twin curves are the juiciest peach I’ve ever seen. I open my mouth wide to take a bite, exactly the way I’ve been wanting. She’s salty-sweet. Perfect.
I rub my beard over her thighs and bury my tongue in the crevices between, and she makes those good noises again.
She’s got hair on her lower lips, just a little bit. Her arousal glistens on it like morning dew.
I lick it off with the wide flatness of my tongue.
It does taste like honey.
She’s so sweet and soaking. I suckle on her lips and draw out as much as I can, drinking from her, feeding myself on her essence. I bury my nose into the slit so that my tongue can reach deeper.
Her pants are choppy. She makes these rhythmic little uh-uh-uh sounds that grow in pitch.
“You’re a fast learner.”
“Can’t get at you the way I want,” I grunt.
Frustrated, I push her onto her back again, and her hair spills over the seat.
I maneuver myself between her thighs and spread her lips with my thumbs to take a look. She’s perfectly pink. There’s a nub at the top and I rub it with my thumb.
“You found my clit,” she says. “That’s what it is. It’s called—oh—it’s a clitoris. Did you know that?”
I didn’t. “Is this right?” I watch her face while rubbing her clit.
“Yes—yes!” It’s a magical spot, judging by the way she throws her head back. I love those squeals.
My lips lock around the clit easily, like it’s meant to be in my mouth. I suck. She cries out with the most delicious moan I’ve ever heard.
“Why—why—why me?” Tess asks, her fingers all tangled in my hair.
“What?” I ask without lifting my head.
It takes her a minute to speak again. “I’m just—I only just showed up at camp. I’m just a fuck-up who—who doesn’t know what she’s doing. And…oh, yes. Right there.” I flick that bead with my fingers and she spasms. “I’m getting half-naked for money. I steal nail polish. Why are you into me?”
“Because it’s you,” I say.
And I dive face-first into her cunt again.
Chapter 5
Tess
I’m being eaten out by some feral forest mountain man in the front seat of his ten thousand-year-old pickup.
And he’s really good at it.
Whatever clumsiness he gets from inexperience, he makes up with raw enthusiasm. This isn’t some dainty poking-around, or some boastful ‘I know what you need, baby,’ like some testosterone-fueled desperate teenager.
Rutger bites gently on my clit and pleasure bolts up my spine. I arch my back, almost like I’m trying to get away, except I don’t want to get away, and he knows it. He wraps his arms around my thighs to hold them tighter to his head. He presses his hands against my hips to hold them down.