CHAPTERSEVEN
“Goodness,” Sara whispered, pulling back from the hotter-than-hell kiss for a brief second before diving back in for more.
The tender, exploratory kiss he had given her when they first stepped into the woods was nothing like this. Now, he kissed her with a need and desire deeper than the ocean and hotter than hell. His heat shot through her body and straight to her core and sent moan after moan from her lips to his.
He laid her down on the ground, and she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him as close as she possibly could, wanting more of his heat. His hands roamed freely over her body, coming to a stop at her breasts. He caressed and massaged them before tweaking her already hardened nipples with his thumbs.
She tossed her head back and glanced up at the trees as he kissed a path down her neck and between the valley of her breasts.
“Oh, Rhett!” she moaned.
“You taste so damn good. I want more,” he groaned. “I need more.”
“So do I!” she gasped, pulling him on top of her. She pushed against him, rubbing against his jeans in a frantic gyration for release. “Get your fucking pants off.”
He growled but didn’t do as she ordered. Instead, he continued worshiping her body. Each new kiss of his was needier than the previous one, which suited Sara just fine. The anticipation of release was delicious.
Her hormones were running on overdrive, and Rhett was egging them on with every single touch of his. Not that she minded. She loved every single kiss, every single brush of his skin against hers. It was like every nerve ending in her body ignited at once, sending her into a lust-fueled frenzy of want and need.
“You taste so fucking good. I wanna’ strip you bare. I want your sweetness all over my tongue and running down my throat,” Rhett groaned, his hands working up her thighs underneath her dress.
Sara was starting to wonder if she could climax just from Rhett kissing her and touching her skin. It had been so damn long.
The thought had her freezing. What was she doing?
“Are you okay?” Rhett asked.
“Yeah,” Sara sighed. “I just … I’m not sure … should we be doing this?”
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop,” Rhett said, pulling his tight black t-shirt over his head, only to display row after row of rippling muscles. “Just say the word.”
“Oh, well, that’s just not fair.” Sara sucked in a sharp breath and felt all her doubts melting away. Who said that just because she was in mid-life that she couldn’t get down and dirty in the woods with a man who was as ripped as Tarzan? She wanted to run her tongue over every one of those beautiful muscles of his and the few tattoos that were perfectly placed on his chest, back, and arms.
“Do you want to stop?” Rhett asked. “Or can I taste you?”
His fingers gently grazed her panty line between her legs. The material was already soaked, that much she was sure of.
“Yes,” Sara whispered, her entire body shaking with need. There was no denying how badly she wanted him, even though there were several fears ravaging her brain. All the reasons she should say no seemed to pop into her mind at the exact same time, but she pushed them back. Every single one of those little bitches. She was a grown-ass woman, and he was a grown-ass man. There wasn't a single damn reason, good reason, for her to tell him no. Not when every inch of her body screamed at her to say yes. So, that was exactly what she had done.
He only growled his response before dipping his fingers under the material to slide through her wet sex. Then, he pulled them away and licked her juices.
She would probably spontaneously combust if she was denied any sort of climax at this point. Her body would fall into a revolt when it came to that nonsense, and rightfully so. But she didn’t have to worry about that. He looked like a man savoring a delicacy before he went back in, quickly ripping the panties off her body and then diving his face into her pussy.
She hiked her dress up above her hips, so she could watch his head bob as he licked and suckled her, drawing out cries as her body tingled in pleasure.
“Oh, Rhett!” Sara moaned as he slid his tongue over her folds. Her limbs trembled. She tossed her head back and forth, knowing she was going to end up with all sorts of dirt, twigs, and leaves in her hair but not caring one bit.
She reached down to touch his hair as he lifted her legs over his shoulders.
“I swear, this is the sweetest damn honey I've ever tasted,” Rhett groaned. “I could do this all day, every day, and never tire of it.”
“Oh, yes! Don’t stop!” Sara shouted as he pushed one and then two fingers deep inside of her while his tongue focused on her clit, driving her to the brink of madness.
“Rhett! I'm going to come!” Sara shouted, her hand blindly reaching for him until his free hand grasped it, giving her something solid to hold onto while her body soared out into oblivion.
“That's it, Sara. Let go. I've got you. I want to taste your sweet juices. I want it running down my throat.”
“Yes! Yes!” She rocked her hips back and forth as her climax crashed over her and pulled her into an unknown universe. The force of the orgasm rocked her to the very core, cracking open something inside of her she hadn’t even known existed.