“Why not, love?”
She spits out, “Because you know I don’t trust anyone else. Shit, I don’t even like anyone but you.”
We stare at each other for a brief moment, and a playful smile crosses her face. “Well. No one but you and Leela. But you, five percent more. Don’t tell her that.”
“I wouldn’t even know how to quantify that,” I chuckle.
“Charts and graphs,” she says with a snort, her soft laughter vibrating through my ribs.
That smile is the last clear thing I can see before the woods are plunged into almost total darkness. I did it. I made her smile.
Triumphant, I kiss her again, softly nipping at her bottom lip.
My blood pumps harder when her breaths turn to moans.
“Herc.”
I kiss down her neck, across her chest, stopping to nip at her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples through the soft fabric of her top. She repeats my name, her body pressing into my hand everywhere it touches.
Meghan’s sexy moan when I rake my teeth across one nipple makes me salivate for her. I lift the hem of her top and adore the soft skin of her stomach, leaving behind gentle, irregular nips and bites, going so slow I leave her panting.
Hiking one leg over my shoulder, I hold her bottom with the other, squeezing her plump cheek as it fills my grip.
Meghan trembles in anticipation of my lips against her wet, soft folds, and lets out a low moan when I kiss the seam of her sex.
“Herc,” she whines, gasping for breath.
I spread open her lips with my thumbs and inhale the scent of her, pushing in and taking my fill of her peachy, sticky juice. My Meghan gives in to the sensation, threading her fingers through my hair, her pelvis bucking against my face. Her sighs and moans guide me back to the perfect spot, the exact way she loves to be touched and tasted.
My tongue finds her clit, and I lick and explore, jogging my memory. Yes. This is how she liked it.
“God. Herc, yes, right there!”
Her thigh trembles against my ear, and I know she’s close.
I lose myself in the sound, the taste, and all the words pouring from her mouth.
I suction the tight bud into my mouth and lick, pressing my thumb back into her sex.
“There’s my baby girl. My baby girl came back to me.”
Meghan’s release overtakes her, shattering around me and covering me with sweetness.
I need her; I need to be inside her. Now.
Hovering over her, I kiss her urgently.
“Are you still—”
Meghan knits her brows together in frustration as she interrupts me. “Yes, I’m still on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since you; now put it in me before I crack you with my thighs like a fucking walnut.”
“You were always such a romantic,” I murmur, sharing her sweetness with her one more time.
I move over her, and in adjusting her under me, I sense her wince.
“You’re hurt. Let me see?”
“It’s fine; it’s just a tree root,” she claims.