“Yeah? What about it?”
He chews on the inside of his cheek. “About how much I want it to happen again.”
That’s it.
That’s all the confirmation I need to know he wants this as much as I do.
Mentally counting to three and taking a deep breath, my left leg slides across him until my body is straddling his lap. He stills for a second before his hands come to grip my hips, keeping me in place. My palms glide up his chest until they cup the back of his head, fingers brushing the bill of his hat.
A million thoughts are being spoken without ever saying a word. Lowering my face until my forehead is resting on his, we breathe each other in. His hot, shallow breath fans my lips, his thick, dark lashes fluttering closed.
“I’ve been thinking about it, too.”
“Yeah?”
“God, yes.”
With my admission, he tilts his head up just enough to press his lips to mine. His hold on my hips tightens as my hands fist the strands at his nape. Lips parting, a whimper escapes me as his tongue slips inside, caressing mine. Strong fingers sensually move from my hips to my back, under my shirt. The roughness of his hands against my blazing hot skin is staggering.
My lips trail kisses from his mouth, along his sharp, scruffy jaw, down to his neck until my teeth nip at his ear. A groan that is laced with pure sex pulls from deep in his chest, the sound sending a shiver through my body.
I eagerly lick my way up his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sensation. Bringing my lips back to his mouth, his tongue dives inside, kissing me with fervor. As his hips buck up, his thickening cock rubs against me, my own twitching in my pants.
Fuck.How does such minimal contact with him stir me up so much? We’re simply making out, barely rubbing on each other, and I’m ready to fucking combust.
Shimmying to the ground, propped on my knees, my hands run up and down the tops of his thighs. His erection is pressing against his fly, begging to be freed. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, my eyes lift to meet his, and he takes his hat off momentarily while I draw the shirt over his head. With the tee tossed aside and the hat back on his head—which, by the way, is fucking sexy—my hands resume their perusal of his sinful body.
His skin is silky smooth, with only the tiniest amount of dark hair dusting his chest, and he’s radiating heat. My senses are drowning in all things Anderson. There is no touch that is too much. I want to explore every inch of him.
With my hands.
With my tongue.
With my cock.
No amount of time spent worshiping him would be enough.
My lips place open-mouthed kisses all over his stomach, down to his waist—but never dipping lower… not yet, at least. My restless hands travel higher until they find his firm, defined pecs. Once my fingers find his dusty pink nipples, I roll and caress, before pinching and twisting, just enough to add a little bit of pain to his pleasure. He’s panting, chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
Kissing my way up his chest, my lips wrap around his left nipple while my hand continues to work his right. Twirling my tongue around the hardening bud, my body relishes in the heavy sighs coming out of him. I work my way over to his other nipple, giving it the same devoted attention.
His hips rock against my stomach as my lips kiss their way back down his torso. When I reach his waistband, my fingers go to the button, my gaze lifting to his face. Still wearing that goddamn sexy as sin backwards hat, his eyes are heavy and so dark, they almost appear black. His tongue slides across his bottom lip before he bites down on it, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through his mind right now.
Flicking the button open and unzipping, he lifts his hips slightly so I can pull them down, taking his boxers with them. His gorgeous, hard cock springs out, slapping his abs. I free his left leg from his jeans, then his right, tossing them aside next to his shirt. He’s completely naked, save for the hat on his head, and it’s the first time I’m truly seeing him since the first time was in the dark tent.
He’s gorgeous. All defined muscles and sharp lines. His dark, coarse pubic hair is neatly trimmed, showcasing his fucking mouthwatering cock. The tip glistening with pre-cum. I’m dying to swipe my tongue across it and finally taste him.
But I want to take my time.
“You’re such a fucking beautiful man, Anderson.” My voice is low, full of gravel.
“Thank you.” His words come out barely above a whisper.
My mouth resumes the exploration of his body, starting again with his thighs. His cock twitches when my tongue licks along the crease where his groin meets his leg, a shaky breath expelling from his lungs. His fingers weave through my hair, his other hand fisting at his side.
As my nose nuzzles his groin, I inhale deeply. The manly, musky scent of him gets me drunk and makes my head feel light. My mouth is so close to his dripping cock, it waters in anticipation. Unable to hold myself back any longer, the flat of my tongue runs up the sensitive underside of his length, twirling around the glistening tip. The salty flavor of his pre-cum explodes on my tastebuds, a groan erupting from deep in my chest.
Anderson hisses at the contact, his fingers tightening against my scalp. “Oh,fuck.”