Belle dug in my pants. “I would like to point out that I was not the one staring at asses, Mr. Are-You-Wearing-Underwear.” She lifted her prize from my pocket. “But I’m impressed with your ability to listen and ogle at the same time.”
I plucked the condom from her fingers. “The least impressive of my skills, baby. Trust me.”
“I know.” She winked. “You’re also extremely talented at hula-hooping while eating a sandwich.”
“Be sure to spread that around.”
Belle rose up and kissed me, abruptly ending our banter. She tasted like our perfect day bottled into one. Sunshine, citrus, and salty sea air.
My hands found her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the little nubs, enticing soft moans through her lips and past mine. Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin had their due, but the creator of the most beautiful music in this lifetime or any other, would always be Belle Adler.
I pushed her back down and continued my exploration. Her back arched as I nipped along her collarbone, pressing her heated skin to mine. Seizing my chance, I licked a stripe over her nipple, delighting in her gasp.
“Say it,” she said.
“You first.”
“Nathan!”
“Busy at the moment. We’ll pick this up in a minute.” I dropped my head, sinking between her legs with eagerness that was digging into the grass. I spread her wide and listened to her breathing pick up. Sensed her pulse racing like it was my own.
This was my addiction.
In true fashion, I just replaced one with another. Drinking the pain away became indulging Belle in every pleasure. Making her body respond like a grand piano surrendered to the tappings of my fingers. I’d linger on her, and inside of her, long after this summer was over.
I sucked her clit between my teeth, barely giving her time to recover before plunging two fingers inside of her. I set a quick pace, fingering her deeper and faster. Belle smacked my head grabbing my hair. She fisted my curls, grinding me harder between her middle.
“Holy fucking fuck, Nathan.”
Trapping her gaze, I licked her from ass to nub, earning a shuddering groan. “Easy with the hair-pulling, babe. You want to ride my face, all you have to do is ask.”
“Since when do I have to ask?” She giggled as I flipped us. “Usually I just drop my panties and things start going my way.”
“I have no doubt about that— Whoa!”
Belle shoved me unceremoniously onto the dirt. Climbing up my body, my eyes caressed the length of the goddess towering over me. “Say it,” she ordered.
“I see. Tempt a man with face sitting to trick him into meeting your demands.”
“That’s right,” she sang. “Say it and I’ll drown you in this pussy, baby.”
My cock jumped to attention. “I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“Loud enough for the workers to hear you.”
Throwing my arms out, I bellowed, “I love Belle Adler! She has made me her bitch—mind, body, and soul! I’ll love her until I’m finally smashed against the rocks and killed!”
Belle laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ll take it.” She guided my hands to her hips, lowering the scant distance to satisfy me in my treat once again. She rocked back and forth on my tongue, head thrown back and sweet whispered nothings pouring from her lips.
I knew the moment it was time. Her fists locked on my wrists. Stomach clenched and her orgasm took control. She jerked on top of me, bumping my nose, and trembling shaky cries filled the air. If there were people around, they definitely would’ve come running at that.
Belle collapsed backward. Sitting on my chest, she propped against my knees, grinning in total bliss.
“Isn’t it your turn?” I asked.
“I’m going to make you work for it a little longer.” Slowly she took my hand, pressed my fingers to her lips, and sucked them clean one by one. My muscles bound tighter than a bowstring.
“Woman, you can’t be doing things like that and expect to walk out of this grove without a hitch in your step.”
“Hmm. Is that a promise?”
“Yes, it is.”
Belle flipped. Bending over my knees, she wiggled her pert little ass in my face. “What does doing that get me?”
I smacked her right cheek. Belle squealed, falling over my legs giggling. The foreplay was officially over. If I didn’t make love to her right then, I’d do something stupid.
Like ask her to marry me.
Slipping out from under her, I rode the heady wave rushing south at the sight of her on hands and knees, ready and begging for me.
I pushed inside of her to the sound of both of us groaning. Not wasting a second, I started pumping, setting on that spot like a heat-seeking missile and hitting it every time.
“My goodness, Nathan,” she breathed. “We thought we were good at this before.”
“I—”
“If you say anything about getting in lots of practice, I’ll kill you.”
I laughed. “Balls deep and the threats still keep coming.” I ran a finger down her spine, feeling her shivering beneath me. “I was going to say that it’s gotten better because we have. We’re not the same couple that loved, but didn’t trust each other. Now we’re holding nothing back.”
“Oh, Nathan.” She rose up, slinking her arms around my neck, and receiving the kiss I’d been dying for ten whole minutes to give her—all the while not slowing my pace. “I love you.”
I dropped one, two, three tender kisses on her lips. “I didn’t have to make you come first to get mine.”
“What can I say? You’re making me soft,” she teased. Belle slid to the ground, stretching out, back bent, and cheek resting on my shirt. “But you will have to make me come for the next one. Don’t hold back.”
Like I could if I wanted to.
The animal took over whenever Belle simply looked in my direction, but the two of us under the sun, rutting in the dirt like animals, it sent what little self-control I had left tumbling over the edge to die in a fiery crash. I pumped hard, quick, and punishing. My breath trapped in my throat, allowing only fevered grunts to escape. Belle did not have that problem. Her cries bordered on screams. Wild and unrestrained moans that made the oranges wrinkle up and blush.
She tightened around me, body sending the signal seconds before her convulsing told the rest. I followed seconds after, emptying inside her and dropping on her back sweaty and spent.
“Wow,” I grunted. “Let’s come back tomorrow.”
“Don’t think we’re going to make this a habit, Prince.” Belle wriggled out and eased me onto my back, resting her head on my chest. “We had sex in an orange grove on our list, but don’t forget our beds work just fine.”
I snapped my fingers. “Damn. I forgot to tell you there’s a problem with mine. The frame is busted.”
“Oh really?”
“Smashed to splinters. Plus, bedbugs. They infested the mattress. The sheets. Yours too. Hendrix will have to take our beds out and burn them.”
“When did all of this happen?” she asked, chuckling.
“Very recently.”
She kissed my chest. “I love you. By now you know, you can get me to show it just about anywhere.”