I keep eye contact when I lean in and lick up the center of her. The taste of her arousal sparks something primal within me. Spearing her with my tongue, she throws her head back and cries to the stars, only spurring me on so I can feel that pretty pussy fluttering against my lips and tongue. I devour her like a man starved until she’s riding back against my tongue and gasping my name. I love watching this woman come undone for me.
I crawl up on my knees, pulling her with me and lifting her up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I kiss her hard and climb onto my boat. The padded bench is calling our name.
“Shorts off, I need you inside of me,” she whispers filthily against my mouth. I pull them down before I sit with her on top of my lap, kicking them off from around my ankles and spreading my thighs wide. She reaches between us to cop a feel of my balls, and a dangerous rumble explodes from my chest asI lick circles around a nipple and knead her ass cheeks. I slide my right hand lower, spearing her pussy with two fingers and loving the way it makes her shiver. She rubs her clit against my throbbing cock, taking her pleasure where she can find it. Stretching her with a third finger has her core tensing tightly around me and her breath stuttering beautifully.
“Oh!” She gasps out when I find that perfect angle and work her to a trembling frenzy. With a frustrated whimper, she grabs my cock and pulls herself off my fingers. I look up at her questioningly, surprised that she pulled away, but totally on board when she rises and notches me at her entrance.
“I. NEED. YOUR. COCK,” Sydney pants desperately through gritted teeth and slides down my shaft in one smooth move that leaves me breathless and gritting my own teeth when she takes me balls deep. We both groan into each other’s mouths, chests heaving against one another, assaulted by the sensations of skin on skin and the light breeze against our sweating bodies.
“Then take it,” I growl out, steadying myself for the impending ride. The expression on her face looks downright feral and brings my sensations to an almost painful edge when her inner walls grasp at me deliciously in response to my deep-toned command.
“Fuck, baby…” I whisper against her heart, pressing a kiss to it while kicking my cock inside her. Her answering moan accompanies a swirl of her hips, and I’m lost to her.
Lost in her.
She rides me hard and slow, alternating between grinding circles and swaying back and forth. She purposely clenches tight around the base of my cock before she retreats. It’s mesmerizing. Hypnotic. When her moans begin to change to needy mewls, I let go of her hips to slide one hand to cup and rub a breast with the other between us to circle and strum her wet clit.
“You feel so good, Colin,” she whimpers, leaning in to kiss me.
“So do you, sweetheart. Are you going to come all over my cock?” I darkly ask against her lips, loving the sound of her swift intake of breath right before her pussy seizes around me. She throws her head back, shouting out the most satisfying “YES!” a man could ever hope to hear. As soon as the hard pulsing of her begins to lessen, I take her to the floor of the boat, throwing her legs over my shoulders and pushing in deep. The depth of the penetration is so good, a guttural sound she doesn’t make very often tears deep from her chest, and I rumble my own in appreciation.
“Yes, that was a good one wasn’t it? Let’s have another, pretty girl.” I bend to ravage her mouth, kissing her breathless again as I deeply spear her with my cock, over and over again. I fucking live for the sounds she’s making against my lips. They feed my soul and burn a path of fire throughout my veins. I lift her hips a little more, changing that angle and making all the difference and causing her legs to start shaking.Fuck, yes.Her hips frantically seek mine, begging my cock to fill her up.Gah…My hips stutter and a strangled sound escapes me. She widens her thighs as far as she can, her body offering itself up to me, and I take it. I pick up the pace, slapping hard against her, chasing my release.
“You take me so well, Sydney,” I grit out, so close to coming. “I fucking need you clenching around me when I come.” Her breath catches, and her core tightens. “Yes, just like that.Fuck… Fuck! Come for me baby.” And she does, my dirty pleas pushing her over the edge just as much as the pounding of my cock against her most sensitive places. She keens so loudly, it sets off a jolting sensation through the base of my spine, and I spill furiously into her. I shout out with my release as I enjoy the sight of her losing herself in me just as much as I have lost myselfin her. I slow, just holding my place above her, memorizing the moment, the flush of her skin, her beautiful heaving breasts, her swollen lush lips as we come down from the high.
“I love you too, Sydney.” My heart physically hurts. “I fucking love you, too.”
The smile I get in return has me bending down to drink in those lips that I will never get enough of.
Chapter 21
Sydney
Aweek later, I’m in the kitchen grabbing up napkins and the covered bowl of my favorite baby spinach salad tossed with a honey dijon vinaigrette. I have crocks keeping roasted red potatoes and crunchy, fresh green beans, nice and hot, already out on the buffet table we set up at the back of the house. Colin and Trystan are already manning the fryers with onion rings and some fried pickles for us gals.
Ava and Jane just sat down at the table, and Garrett is filling their glasses with some wine. He raises a glass up toward me with the silent question of if I’d like some, and I nod yes. He smiles and fills it, setting it down next to the spot by Ava. He then strolls to the cooler and pulls out three bottles of Miller Lite, popping the tops before walking over to the guys. I’m so glad they’re getting along. I might be on pins and needles waiting for Mark to show up though. I stir the hamburger cheese dip in the crock Ava brought and turn it down to ‘warm’ so itdoesn’t scorch. I make sure the tortilla chips are present, then eye to make sure the brownies and other desserts Jane and Ava brought are covered. Everything looks good.
“When’s Holly coming in?” Ava asks, sipping on her wine while repeatedly eyeing the French doors. I can see the nerves written all over her face about having to spend more time in the presence of Mark. He’s running late, so maybe we can get her relaxed enough before he gets here.
“She flies in next Friday morning, right before the guys take off for their camping trip.”
“Yay! I’m so excited for girl’s weekend!” Jane squeals in response.
“What all do we wanna do, other than the obvious sleep over?” I ask while eyeing Colin and Garrett in a deep conversation. Trystan is grinning from ear to ear and peers over at me before looking away quickly and mumbling something to Colin. They all suspiciously do something different. Colin checks the fryer, Trystan looks out at the water then leans forward to examine the oil bubbling, and Garrett clears his throat before taking a drink of his beer.
“Did you just notice that?” I ask Jane, who’s looking that way too.
“Yup, Garrett looks suspiciously guilty of hiding something. I’m on it,” she states, determination set on her face. She’ll have answers within the hour.
“I am finally here! Sorry I’m so late guys. That project took longer than I thought,” Mark announces his arrival, causing Ava to choke a little on her wine and visibly bristle in her seat. He came from around the side of the house instead of through the back door, which is what she was expecting. I try to stifle my giggle to the best of my ability, but the look on her face is pretty priceless. Mark opens the cooler, adding the “beer bitch” beer before grabbing one and popping the cap. Colin isn’t lettingup on that any time soon. I giggle to myself as Mark walks by us with a raise of the bottle and a mumbled acknowledgement of “Ladies”. We all say hi back except for Ava. She just flashes him a tight-lipped smile that really seems more like a “fuck you”, and he grimaces a smidge before joining the guys.
“What’d I miss?” I hear him ask as he slaps a hello against Colin’s shoulder. Trystan says something quietly to Mark, and his jaw drops as he looks over at Colin.
“Seriously?” he asks, and Colin’s shoulders stiffen a little. It’s not crazy obvious, but since I know him so well now, I notice it. He says something under his breath back to him that I can’t hear, and Mark glances my way quickly before going straight back to Colin. I can’t read the situation, but I don’t like the thought of knowing somehow I’m a part of that conversation. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he pats Colin’s back once more.
“What the actual fuck, guys? What do you think they’re talking about?”
“I don’t know, girl, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it involves you,” Jane says, and Ava nods with a mouthful of her wine.Good.She needs to keep drinking.