Page 26 of Smoked

I kiss across the hot, hair-brushed skin, as my nails drag down his sides, and his stomach muscles clench and quiver under my touch. His breath stutters before a moan rolls out of him, his head falling back again.

His humor tries once more, weak. “You’re gonna be here all night at this rate.”

“You have somewhere to be?” I dip my tongue into his navel and his hips jerk up off the bed.

"Fuck—" His elbows nearly give out. “No, but I might not survive.”

I chuckle and look up at him through my lashes while I kiss just below his belly button, then lower, brushing my lips along the hair that disappears under his waistband. His chest is heaving, and he watches me as if he can't look away.

I get up off him and kneel, unlacing and pulling off his boots and socks. Then I unbuckle his belt and work the button open and he lifts his hips so I can tug his jeans and boxers down and away.

He's raging, thick and flushed, straining toward me, and I wrap my hand around him.

He groans, loudly.

"God, Wade," I say, stroking him slowly. "I’ve been dreaming about this cock, since Saturday." I use both hands, one to stroke up his long shaft and tease the slick tip, the other to cup and massage his balls. “It’s so big and thick, and I’m sure it’s painful being this hard. I know it’s going to ruin me for other men, once you slide it inside me, stroking me from the inside, reaching all those spots that’ll have me shaking and screaming your name.”

His fist twists into the bedspread and a rough, broken sound tears out of him. His head drops flat to the mattress and I feel his thighs tremble.

"Tess—Christ—I can't—" He sits up, and then hauls us both to our feet. "I need you naked now," he growls, and I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but I am.

His big hands peel my shirt off, then my shoes, socks, and jeans. He undoes the clasp of my bra and my breasts spill out when he removes it.

“Damn, these tits are spectacular,” he groans, palming them from the side, squeezing them in his fingers. “And these velvety nipples, so pink and tight.” He runs his rough fingertips over them, and the sensation has me gasping. Then he bends down to take one in his mouth.

I grab his head, holding on as his tongue swirls around my tender peak. Then he sucks and grazes his teeth over them until I’m whimpering.

“Wade…” I moan, gripping him to me so tightly, I’m worried I might suffocate him. But he just lets out a long, deep moan that vibrates through my entire body.

Then I feel a hand on my wrist and I loosen my grip. He gives me once last nip, before sliding his hands down to pull off my panties.

Black lace ones.

“These are much too sexy for a BBQ competition,” he says, eyeing them in his hand. “I’ll be confiscating these.” He tosses them onto his jeans on the floor.

I’m smiling, but before I can retort, he slides his fingers into my folds.

“Shit, Tess. You’re so wet…”

I gasp as he strokes through my pussy. “Y-you make me this way,” I stutter, as his fingers already have me on edge.

“Your wet pussy is already swollen, baby girl. You gonna come for me already?”

I tremble in his arms. “If you keep doing that…yes.”

“What…stroking through these slick, sweet little folds, brushing that needy clit?”

“Oh, oh…Wade. Yes…” I manage.

Then he hooks his hand under my knee and pulls my leg up and out, bracing it with his palm. “I need more room to stroke this pussy properly.”

He slides two thick, rough fingers into my folds and rubs in circles.

“Oh fuck—,” I moan.

“That good, baby?” He strokes my slick flesh, concentrating on my clit. “Right there?”

My mouth drops open. “Oh god…I’m coming.”