you is what I’m doing.” He grasped hold of her hips, then moved his hands up and pushed her wet shirt out of his way before leaning in to press a kiss to her abdomen. And then another. She hooked her ankles around his back, drawing him closer.
A.J.’s mouth drew closer to her breasts on display through the sheer bra, and he dipped in to nip at her peaked nipple. He swirled the tip of his tongue in lazy circles around her areola.
Ana bucked her hips and nearly slipped back into the water with him. “You’re going to make me wetter than I already am,” she confessed after a long sigh of pleasure fluttered free from her mouth. He firmly set his hand on her toned upper thigh and skirted the line of her shorts with a gentle finger. “I’ve never wanted to be touched so badly in all my life.”
He quickly released the hem of her shorts as if she’d issued a command, set his palms to the ground off to her side, and hoisted himself up.
She kept her eyes locked on to him, following his movements with desire in her gaze.
After helping her onto the blanket, A.J. positioned her onto her back, then climbed over her. Her fingers went to the buttons of her shorts, and his throat moved with a swallow at the sight. He sure as hell hoped this was real.
When she shimmied her shorts to her thighs, exposing her matching sheer white panties, well, hell—if this was a dream—it’d be a wet one.
Ana’s hand went beneath her shirt, pushing the fabric and bra up to expose her nipples, and he growled out a low, animal-like sound when she palmed her breast, her deep green eyes never leaving his.
He lowered himself closer and positioned his face at the soft V between her legs. When Ana eagerly lifted her hips, silently begging for more, A.J. dropped his mouth to her right thigh and scraped his beard against her sensitive skin. He took his time, breathing in her sweet feminine scent, his mouth tracing the panty lines between her thighs.
“A.J., I, um. I don’t normally do this so . . . but I want you to. Please,” she cried, seemingly pleading him not to let her retreat inside her own head and stop the moment. “This is crazy, I know, but I . . .”
He lifted his chin in search of her eyes. “I told you, I got you. Don’t worry.” He framed his words as a gentle but firm order for her to stop feeling guilty about finding pleasure at a time like this.
She responded with a sweet smile before lying back down and surprised him when she dove her fingers into his hair and held on. God, he couldn’t get enough of this woman.
He ran the flat of his tongue over one breast. Then the other. Set small kisses over her abdomen.
And with one hand, he shoved down her panties and inched down her body with his mouth to position himself over the creamy, smooth skin between her thighs.
When he circled her clit, and parted her folds with his tongue, she screamed out his name, adding to the symphony of the sounds of nature all around them. “A.J.,” she hissed as he kissed and sucked her sweet flesh.
He moved his mouth over her skin, feeling the tremble in her body, noting the tightening of her thighs when his lips hummed over her sex. He positioned a finger inside her pussy to reach her G-spot while he licked and licked.
“Oh God,” she said on a moan, and damn did this woman taste better than he could’ve imagined. Nothing sweeter than her. And she was finally letting go and relaxing. It only took the coaxing of his mouth, the flicks of his tongue. “Oh, oh, oh . . . don’t stop. This is, oh my.”
Her arousal on his tongue, and her pleasureful cries, had him harder than he thought possible. He was on the verge of exploding his load listening to the beautiful woman come undone.
When she orgasmed, her hands fell to his shoulders and she slightly shoved at him as if she wasn’t able to handle riding the wave of ecstasy any longer.
He shifted fully on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms. His body sated with satisfaction that he’d made her come. Made her release some of that tension she was holding. “You’re a lot sweeter than sugar. I’m gonna need a new name for