I settled between her thighs, taking my time, kissing every bruise, every scratch, every inch of skin I could reach. She arched beneath me, fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Mitch, please …"
"What's your hurry?" I murmured against her throat. "We have all night." I sucked the soft flesh at the curve of her neck.
"Oh, God." She arched beneath me, and I cupped her breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling her hardened nipple between my fingers.
As her body moved with mine, the firelight danced across her skin. The sound of her breathing, those tiny gasps, and the moans in her throat drove me wild.
I'd never felt anything so incredible before. Never wanted any woman the way I wanted her.
I kissed down her body, my lips trailing over her collarbone, between her breasts, across her ribs. She trembled beneath me, her hands threading through my hair.
"Mitch—"
"Let me taste you." I kissed lower, across her belly, her hip bones. "I need to taste you."
Her breath hitched as I settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wider. The firelight caught the wetness there, and my mouth watered. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other, making her wait.
"Please," she whispered.
I looked up at her, meeting her gaze as I lowered my mouth to her. The first taste made me groan. She was sweet and warm and perfect. Her hips bucked off the blanket, and I gripped her thighs, holding her steady.
I worked her slowly, thoroughly, learning what made her cry out, and what made her fingers tighten in my hair.
"Mitch, oh... yes…" Her thighs trembled around my head as I found the rhythm that had her gasping my name.
I slid two fingers inside her while my tongue circled and teased. She was close. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her entire body tensing.
"Let go," I murmured against her. "Let go for me, Charlie."
She shattered with a cry, her back arching off the blanket, her body pulsing around my fingers. I gentled my touch, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back, breathing hard.
I kissed my way back up her body, settling my weight over her. She pulled me into a deep kiss, tasting herself on my lips.
"Now," she breathed against my mouth. "I need you now."
I reached between us, positioning myself at her entrance. Our eyes locked.
"Charlie—"
"Don't make me wait anymore." Her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me closer.
I pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp. She was tight and hot and perfect around me.
"Look at me," I said roughly.
Her eyes opened, locking with mine as I sank all the way in. For a moment, we didn’t move, just stayed connected, breathing each other's air.
Then she rolled her hips, and I was lost.
I started moving, slow and deep, savoring every stroke. Her nails raked down my back as she met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper.
"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that."
I couldn't hold back anymore. My rhythm quickened, driven by need, want, and a deeper feeling I wasn't ready to name. She felt incredible beneath me, around me, her body fitting mine like we were made for this.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, God.”