this clearing on a hike, I thought it would be the perfect place to come see the stars. I’d planned on bringing Eve, but after she made it clear she wanted Cameron, I decided she didn’t deserve my sharing this with her. But Trix, she makes what is already beautiful absolutely breathtaking.
She lifts her hand and paints the sky with wide brushes of her fingers. “They almost seem so close you could touch them.”
“You wanna touch one; just ask.”
She giggles as her hand continues to swipe through the sky. “I do, can you get one down for me?”
“Your wish is my command, m’lady.” I hold up my hands as if I’m aiming a shotgun, make the “cha-chic” sound of me cocking my rifle. “Look out. It’s about to rain stars.” I push an impressive explosion sound from my lips.
She laughs and shields her face from the downpour of fake stars. “Oh here, let me get a few for you too.” She holds up one delicate hand, three fingers tucked in, pointer out, thumb up. “Pitchu. Pitchu, pitchu, pitchu.”
“What the fuck you shooting with? Peas?”
She shows me her gun hand. “Peas! I’ll have you know this is a very powerful weapon.”
I shake my head, fighting the urge to pull her on top of me and taste her lips. “I don’t know. Sounded like a peashooter to me.”
“It’s not the size of the gun; it’s how you use it.” She shrugs.
“Is that right?”
“Um . . . no, actually.” She grins wide and sexy. “It’s more about the size.”
We laugh until humor fades into silence as we stare up into the sky.
“So, are you going to make out with me under the stars, or just make me lie here fantasizing about it.”
My body springs up, and I rein in my lust enough to slowly lean over and slide my knee between her legs rather than pouncing. “Fantasizing?” I rest my forehead against hers. “Tell me.”
Her hands sift into my hair and grip. “Better, how about I show you?”
I tilt my head as she brings it down to hers, and I press into her full soft lips. My teeth rake against her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She grins and opens to me, allowing me to delve into the delicious cavern of her mouth. So slick, warm, and so fucking sweet. She moans and arches her back, pressing her chest into mine, searching for more contact. I slide my hand up under the flannel shirt and splay my hand on her belly.
I hear the sound of her bare feet hitting the tailgate, and then she shifts, pushing herself back further into the truck bed and breaking our kiss. I look to see her breasts are now at my eyes. I trace the line of stomach, moving up and up until my fingertips hit one pebbled nipple and . . . no bra.
“Fuckin’ hell.” My hips flex on instinct, pressing my hard-on into her leg, searching for the friction that will dull the ache.
Her legs snap together to lock around mine, and she shifts as if she’s putting out a flame between her thighs. “You’re teasing me.” She reaches down and pulls up her tight little shirt to expose one plump breast. “Take it, please.”
I drop my mouth to her and suck deep, rolling my tongue in slow torturous laps over the sensitive tip. I feel rather than see her hand move from her belly, lower, and lower until . . . I grasp her wrist just as her fingers dip between her legs. “No. That’s mine.”
What the fuck? That’s mine?
I don’t know where it came from, and I brace for her to unleash hell on me for claiming her pussy as my own, but she shocks the hell out of me and smiles. I push up and take her mouth in a deep kiss, using my tongue and teeth to pull greedily at her lips. I run my hand along her inner thigh, groaning into her mouth and drinking in her soft sigh when I hit the small piece of satin between her legs.
Her knees fall open, and I run the length of my finger up and down, up and down, over her panties, pressing in deeper with each pass. She rips her mouth from mine, sucking in quick pants of air.
Between her perfect breasts and her full suckable lips, I can’t decide which one to hit first. Rather than drown in her taste, I watch her expression as I move her panties aside and