She tilted her chin to give me better access as her hands went up my shirt, flattening against my pecs and then moving to my stomach. She cursed. “You’re killing me,” she groaned. “Who actually feels like this, especially sitting down?”
I laughed against her jaw, grateful for all those hours in the gym, and continued worshipping her. I listened for every gasp, every moan, to tell me what she liked best. She arched against me and I held her tight, content to follow her lead. As she relaxed, I breathed her in and ran my hands over her, tracing her curves through her shirt.
I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this. But rather than think about it, I focused on her. She rocked against me, hissing as I pushed my hands up her shirt. Her skin was hot, silky. Addictive. I licked the hollow of her neck, then bit it, tracing her nipples over her sports bra. “Please,” she murmured, taking my hands and positioning them at the base of the bra.
I looked at her. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, her eyes unfocused.
Good enough for me. Together we pushed her sports bra up, revealing breasts that were as exquisitely generous as the rest of her body, dotted here and there with freckles that I desperately needed to trace with my tongue. So I did, making her squirm and gasp as she gripped my shoulders. I took a nipple into my mouth and squeezed the other, pulling her tight against me. Every intake of breath, every sigh, told me she needed to be held hard, as if I was tethering her to the earth. In response, her rhythm increased as she rode my length, her whimpers audible over the waterfall.
Fuck. This woman.
I’d worn my loosest pants, but they were still restrictive. I leaned back quickly to adjust myself, and she popped her eyes open. They were hazy with need, deep pools of turquoise. “Hang on, sweetheart,” I soothed. “I know.”
She nodded wordlessly, moving her hands between us and unbuttoning her shorts. “Aaron.” Her voice was low, urgent.
I shifted us, laying her back onto the blanket and covering her body with mine. She whimpered. I pushed a hand into her panties, cupping her center roughly as she arched into me. “Aaron.”
Fuck. She was on fire, and she was absolutely gorgeous. I nipped at her shoulder, desperate for her skin, pushing one finger into her, then two. She threw her head back and gasped as I licked her neck, her entire body quivering against me. Her cries mixed in with the sound of the waterfall, and I lost myself to her. She was exquisite, flushed and keening.
I moved lower, kissing her stomach and shoving her shorts and panties down and off one leg. I took her in hungrily, the softness of her abdomen, the tautness of her legs, and sent up a prayer of thanks. Pushing her legs apart, I took her center into my mouth, licking and sucking.
“Oh, fuck. Ohmygod.”
I pushed my tongue into her, moaning as she bucked against me. She was as sweet as I’d imagined. Then I focused on her clit, pushing my fingers back into her. She moaned and gripped my hair.
“Harder,” she gasped.
I gave her what she wanted, and it wasn’t long before her legs stiffened. “Aaron, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as she came.
Her cries grew unintelligible as she pulsed against me, and I took her through the orgasm until she relaxed, languid against the blanket.
I held her to me, pressing light kisses on her stomach. It was as silky and soft as the rest of her. Perfect. I looked up, taking in the flushed skin of her chest and neck, the constellation of freckles across her breasts, and I was undone. If I’d liked her before now, then I’d just taken a leap off the tallest mountain in the world.
“I can’t believe…” she started.
I pressed more kisses on her stomach, then began to pull her panties and shorts up. “Believe what?” I murmured against her neck.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she planted a sweet kiss on my forehead, then pulled her sports bra and shirt back into place. She relaxed and held me against her, running her hands over my arms, back, and chest. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the pleasure of her touch and the way it felt to be the absolute center of her attention. I wasn’t going to move a muscle until she stopped.
She moved to unsnap my shorts and I stilled them. “Not yet,” I murmured. “This isn’t about me.”
She trailed hot kisses up my neck. “Promise I won’t bite,” she whispered into my ear. Then she pulled back and chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “I literally can’t right now.”
I caressed her cheek and pulled her up to me for a kiss. “I’m in no rush, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
A shadow crossed her face, but she replaced it with a saucy grin. “I don’t want to give you a huge ego or anything, but I have never come that fast, or that intensely, in my life.”
I tried and failed to squash the warmth that bloomed in my chest. “You’re welcome,” I joked. I gave her another kiss.
She laughed against my lips. “I also can’t believe that we did that in a place where anyone could see us.” She blushed. “It was hot.”
I smiled broadly. “Yes, you are.”
She pursed her lips. “Even with this metal mouth?”
I nuzzled her neck and found another spot that made her gasp. I ran my fingers through her short hair, greedily drinking her in as her eyes closed and a smile played across her lips. God, she was spectacular. “Devon, there is literally nothing you could do that would make me think you were anything other than the most stunning woman on the planet. You are perfection.”
Her eyes opened in surprise and she focused on me, deep ocean blues I could live inside forever. So expressive. I could see the walls she still had up, but I didn’t care. I could wait.
“I’m far from perfect.”
I hummed. “Guess we’ll have to disagree on that.”
She lay back and I shifted us again, so that my back was on the blanket and she was nestled against me. I squeezed her tightly.
“See, that right there,” she said, her breath almost tickling my shoulder. “How do you know that?”
I chuckled. “As much as I’d love to be a mind-reader, because it would be so handy as a paramedic, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The pressure.”
“Ah.” Everything clicked into place. “The way I hold you so tightly?”
“And…other things,” she said.
I smiled. “Well, you did say harder.”
