Winter Wedding, стр. 24
“Cheryl,” he choked out.
She popped her mouth off him, smacking her dazzling lips together. Her hands gripped him, gliding up and down.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered.
“You don’t really want me to stop.”
He reached down, cupping her chin, and yanked her to her feet.
She gasped, but she did so with a smile on her face and her hands gripping his shoulders.
“We have an entire lifetime to enjoy that sexual act. But for now, I want this off.” He grabbed the rim of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her long hair bounced over a lacy, pink bra. Her breasts swelled out of the top. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, begging for attention. “And this.” He reached around her and with one hand, he unhooked her bra, tossing it across the room. “Oh, sweet Jesus.” Her skin sparkled as he traced his finger over her tight nipple. It puckered into a hard nub. He swirled his finger, gathering the dust, and then he twirled it around her nipples. They constricted even more, and he didn’t even have to touch her with his body.
His fairy dust glided between them, sharing their sensations.
She dropped her head back. “How are you doing that?”
“Mastering my dust. It’s like having a third hand.” He churned more dust, letting it grab ahold of both her breasts. He stepped back, watching his dust knead and tug.
“Let me try.” She mimicked his motions.
“Oh, dear God,” he said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“I can almost feel what you’re feeling.”
“I know,” he ground out. Waving his hand, he shoved all the dust to the side. “But I want these in my mouth.” He cupped her breast, raising her tiny nipple to his mouth. He licked and sucked, savoring the peach taste of her natural beauty.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp. He switched to her other nipple, pressing it between his teeth, letting them scrape the sensitive nub.
The soft moans landing on his ears let him know she enjoyed what he was doing. Instinctually, he understood sex. Understood the demands of his body.
But he really didn’t understand hers. He knew all the parts, what they did, and that he should do something to them. He even knew that something. However, he didn’t exactly know what she wanted. What her deepest fantasies were. What she desired in a lover.
What she needed as a woman.
What she expected from him.
He dotted tiny kisses down to her belly button. His fingers worked the button on her pants. He slipped the fabric over her hips, gently pushing her back to the bed. “Show me,” he said.
“Show you what?” She wiggled out of her tiny panties, tossing them to the floor. Her knees dropped open. “Is this want you want to see?”
He swallowed. He’d never seen anything so beautiful before. He climbed on the bed, rocking back on his heels between her legs. “Use our dust to show me what you like.”
“That’s kinky,” she said with a nervous laugh.
“If you don’t want to… oh wow.” He watched as the fairy dust gathered between her legs, swirling around her body, showing him how to touch, lick, taste, enter her body in ways that would ensure her perfect pleasure. The room filled with the rich scent of peach cobbler.
“Enough of that.” She waved her hand and then grabbed his head, pulling him to her. “I think you know what I want.”
He let out a slight chuckle and ran his finger over her womanhood. He dipped his finger inside her before raising his hand and licking his finger. “Oh, I could get drunk on that.”
“Then I guess you’re going to get drunk.”
Pressing his lips against her, he growled. Her heels dug into his back. Arching her back, she tossed her head back and forth, moaning and whispering his name over and over again. The longer he pleased her, the stronger the taste of peaches. His mouth filled with her delightful juices. How he wished he could stay inside this cabin with her forever.
Her body jerked. She groaned, gripping the sheets. Her hips bucked wildly under his touch.
He spread his hand over her tight belly as he inserted three fingers. His tongue ran over her hard nub, flicking it back and forth.
“Yes… yes… yes…” She squeezed around his fingers, holding them tight. Her body trembled. Her stomach quivered. “Dayton.”
He lifted his head and stared into her loved-filled eyes.
She clutched her breast, tugging at her nipple. Her hips still rocked slowly. Her breath came in shallow pants.
He stroked her insides softly, curling his fingers on the inside, sliding them all the way out and massaging her before entering again. He could feel her pulse against his hand.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He lifted his body, nestling between her legs, keeping the bulk of his weight on his arms. He stared into her pools of delight. Fairy dust lingered over their bodies, coating them with their pleasure. He lifted his hips and slowly entered her, gritting his teeth. She was so tight and hot, he thought he might explode in less than thirty seconds.
Her hands gripped his ass, drawing him in deeper.
He dipped his head, catching a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and twisted it, trying to keep his focus on that part of her body, and not the wet hotness that consumed all of him.
“Oh, my…Dayton,” she yelled, her body bucking violently beneath him. He could barely keep up the pace she demanded.
He gripped the pillow. A deep howl that started low in his belly vibrated through his throat and echoed throughout the room. He slammed himself inside her with a quick thrust, holding steady as he spilled out inside her.
His