This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,109
sliding through my fingers. I lower myself to take his silky head into my mouth, and he groans long and hard. Butterflies erupt as I lick him from base to tip, flattening my tongue over his ridges. He drops his head back as I take him in my mouth, working in tandem with my hand. Excitement buzzes through me at how much he’s enjoying this. I suck him hard, trying to put my exclamation point on this moment.
At the same time, I reach between my legs to alleviate the throb in my core. I moan over his dick, and his hips respond, jerking against my mouth.
“Tits,” he pleads, grabbing my hair. He forces my head down his cock before pulling me back up. My panties dampen even more, and I can’t help the cry of pleasure that pours out of me.
“I need to see you. All of you. And when I come, I want to be deep in that pussy.”
He slips the sweatshirt off my shoulders, and I toss it to the side. My shirt comes off next, and I scramble out of my pants and then help him with his own clothes until we’re completely naked. I straddle his legs on a blanket he’s laid out, so fortunately, we have a barrier between us and the mountain floor.
His mouth parts as he watches me get into position. “Ride a cowboy, right?”
His chest rises and falls while I place him at my opening. I slide down, slowly at first, then slamming the rest of the way, gasping when he’s fully inside. Wyatt sits up to wrap his arms around my body. He presses kisses over my breasts, then pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking.
“Mmm, yes,” I moan, lowering over him again. My hip movements quicken, taking him deeper and faster while I run my fingers through his hair, finding the ridge-shaped scar and keeping my hand there, simultaneously holding him to my breast.
“Ride my cock, Dakota. Fuck yes. I knew I wanted these tits in my mouth as soon as I saw them.”
He squeezes my ass, pulling me against him. I throw my head back, staring at the stars as I fuck Wyatt, admiring the beauty of nature and the explosive chemistry between two bodies coming together.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
I turn to find him staring back at me in awe. My hair spills over my shoulders when I lean over to press my lips to his. He deepens the kiss greedily until I can barely breathe. With hands firmly on my hips, he helps bring us together again and again. “Ohhh,” I breathe out, breaking away from him for a moment. “I’m going to come.”
He brings me back to his lips, frantically kissing me and using his hips to generate friction until I scream into his mouth. I spasm around his cock, his mouth eating up my noises of pleasure until he slows our pace. “That was beautiful.” He presses his lips between my breasts then starts to move me off him.
I anchor down. “What are you doing?”
His gaze twinkles in humor. “Besides patting myself on the back for giving you that orgasm?”
He doesn’t fool me. I push on his chest until he’s lying down, then I follow over him. “Wyatt Longhorn, I’m going to fuck you until you come.” I ride him again, this time with so much more room to explore.
“It’s not about me,” he grinds out, hands clasping my thighs.
I move over him until his face gives me clues about what he likes, and I come down hard. He works his hand up my hips and holds me as I slam down over his cock, a movement that also has embarrassing noises slipping out of my mouth. The noises don’t bother Wyatt, though. His eyes glitter as he watches me until his moves become more pronounced.
“Fuck, Dakota. I’m close. Should I pull—”
“Come inside me,” I moan. “Fill me.”
He locks gazes with me and cries out my name as his cock spasms. He keeps going and going, lifting his hips into mine until I run right into another tiny orgasm. I lay on his chest, aftershocks rocking me.
“God, I’m fucking stupid,” he finally says.
I chuckle.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that. I want to try every position imaginable now.”
I kiss his chest, moving down as far as I can go. “That sounds like a plan. But you, cowboy, have to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”