Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,68

adds a gentle squeeze. “That’s not a good idea,” I wheeze.

“I disagree,” Blakely purrs and gives my girth an upward stroke.

With white streaks zipping across my sight, I snag her wrist to stop another tantalizing descent. Denying her is an option I will always choose to avoid. This is my one exception. “I won’t last, Lee.”

“That’s okay. We have all afternoon.” She nips at the scruff on my jaw. “And night.”

I shiver at the wave of scorching heat suffocating me. Being on the receiving end of foreplay is out of the question. If she touches me bare, I’ll go off faster than a busted hydrant. That doesn’t mean she can’t be treated to several climaxes before I creep toward the line. Pleasuring her will stall the humiliation I’m guaranteed to suffer for a little longer.

After transferring her seductive palm to my chest, I draw a line down the center of her naked torso. Blakely’s temporary pout morphs into a tiny circle as she drags in a stuttering breath. A path of raised bumps follow in my tracks. I’d bet all the money in the bank that her shiver has nothing to do with the temperature.

The white lace spanning along her lower belly is enticing as fuck. It’s almost a shame to remove the delicate garment from her supple curves. I dip a finger underneath the stretchy material, giving an experimental tug. Blakely quirks a brow and offers a shimmy for encouragement. I accept the invitation with roaring fervor, yanking at the satin scrap until she’s exposed to me. A tremor attacks me as I trace the seam of her folds. My exploration stills at the amount of wetness already gathering there.

Blakely moans and nudges my hand with a buck of her hips. “I’m ready.”

“Not quite.” I continue my venture until landing on the nub that has a twitch tightening her muscles.

“Ohhh,” she whines.

A lazy smirk curves one corner of my mouth. “Yeah, sweetheart. Like that?”

Her head bobs to a chaotic rhythm, catching me in the temple. “Uh-huh.”

I increase my pace with rapid strokes across her clit. Blakely strains against me and claws at my back. That sting has me tripling my efforts. I alternate between flicks and spirals, notching her excitement higher. A tangy scent fills my nostrils, and I take a greedy inhale. That heavenly aroma awakens a long-dormant starvation. The pressure in my dick throbs while the rest of me grumbles for more. She begins babbling incoherent nonsense when I press a finger into her empty core.

A vision of her writhing underneath me as we sprawl over a king-size mattress invades my thoughts. Glittering baby blues peek up at me from under heavy-lidded lashes. Ruby painted nails score a pattern of passion into my flesh. Endless brunette waves flow across a pile of pillows. Those lush lips whisper her darkest yearnings, feeding fantasies I never dare to voice. We’ll crash together in a loop of endless rapture until our bodies collapse in perpetual ecstasy.

That reel of trickery skips to our less than favorable conditions in this shadowed alcove. Blakely rocks against me, seeking the release dangling within her grasp. I tap her clit while adding a second finger into her clenching warmth. The dirt floor is a shitty excuse for a bed, but we’re discovering new heights of joined pleasure all the same. One day soon, I’ll have her spread on the most luxurious throne.

This attempt at curbing my appetite is officially failing. The view of Blakely succumbing to ultimate bliss makes me feel like we’re in the damn Sahara during a climate crisis. Sweat dots at my hairline, prickling with the sticky heat collecting in my gut. I’m teetering further over to the edge than when her hand was squeezing my cock. With another swipe of my thumb and twist of my wrist, she squeals with labored exhales. She bows her spine at a sharp bend while becoming a quivering puddle in my arms. Her limbs lock up, held captive under this spell while she tumbles and soars and mewls a slew of mismatching syllables. She clamps her knees shut, effectively trapping my hand in a vice. Watching her at the peak of climax makes a sea of drool bubble behind my stiff lips. I shift against the cold ground as the need for relief blisters across my skin.

Blakely sags against me with a whoosh. “Wow. I really needed that.”

A chuckle eases a pound of tension off my chest. “I’m very happy to oblige. Would you like