“What—”
But he rolled her to her stomach and pressed her into the blankets with one big hand on her ass and the other on her shoulder. He swept her hair up off the back of her neck and leaned in, kissing the exposed skin. He proceeded to kiss, lick, and nip down the back of her neck to her shoulder, across both shoulder blades and down her spine, taking time to kiss each rib and vertebrae on his way to the dip of her lower back. There he nuzzled his nose as he continued to squeeze her ass before moving down and nipping each cheek, causing her to gasp and squirm.
“You’re fucking delicious. You smell amazing. God, you feel good.” His words were rough and raw and came in short, unconnected combinations. It was like he was just letting himself feel and touch and talk without much thought.
He ran his hands down the back of both thighs, kissing his way down to her ankles. His thumb rubbed into the arch of one foot and she squirmed with the pleasure of it. He kissed each ankle bone and then began kissing up the inside of one leg. Caroline spread her knees apart, giving him more access and he gave a groan. She was wiggling as he made his way closer and closer to the point where she was hot and needy for him.
His hands gripped her ass again, massaging, and then he spread her even wider. His thumbs brushed over her inner folds and he ground out a low, “Fuck” as he touched her hot, wet center.
Caroline gasped, then moaned as the pads of his thumbs ran over her clit and then dipped inside her pussy. It was just the tips of each thumb, but she felt sparks of heat, and lust that she'd never felt before.
From her position on her stomach she couldn't see him, which almost made the sensations even stronger. He pressed one thumb deeper and she arched her back trying to get closer.
“God, I want you,” he said. “This is incredible.”
“Take me,” she said breathlessly. “I'm yours.”
Again with a little growl, he stroked into her with the thumb then withdrew. The next thing she felt was the hot wetness of his tongue against her. She gasped and cried his name as his tongue slid over her clit. “Zander!”
“I want all of you, all over my tongue.”
“Yes.” She wiggled her back trying to get closer to him, to his mouth, to everything he was making her feel.”
He licked her again, then withdrew. Before she could protest, he flipped her to her back. With one arm braced beside her, he stared down at her, his breathing ragged. “You're everything. Need you to know that. I…”
She lifted a hand to his cheek. “I don't need the pretty words. You don't have to be something you're not. I want you. Just like this.”
He leaned in and kissed her and she loved the dirtiness of knowing where his tongue had just been as he stroked it against hers.
Then he pulled back and began the kissing-her-all-over again. He ran his hand, his mouth, and tongue down her neck to her collarbone and over one shoulder, nipping and licking. His beard was soft and delicious against her skin and she wanted it brushing over her nipples. She arched, trying to urge him downward.
He chuckled. “I'm getting there, cher.”
She cupped the back of his head and threaded her fingers into his hair. She loved his longer hair and the way it hung loose and also brushed over her skin. In the fading light, with the lanterns glowing, he looked even wilder and more rugged. She'd never been with a man like him before. He was a little rough around the edges, a little wounded, but loyal and noble, a warrior of sorts.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his sides, feeling the hardness under hot skin.
He moved his mouth across her chest and down into the valley between her breasts, and then finally, finally took a nipple. He brushed his beard across the sensitive tip, then licked, before sucking, lightly at first, then harder. She arched closer, crying out. He sucked harder, then added a little nip and her fingers tightened in his hair. “Yes!”
He worked that nipple while he rolled and tugged the other with thumb and forefinger. She was writhing beneath him, just from the attention to her breasts so when he moved down her stomach and kissed over her ribs, then swirled his tongue in her belly button she almost begged him to return to her nipples.
But then he settled between her legs, spreading her thighs wide and gave her a long firm lick.
She cried out louder this time. “Zander!”
He licked again, swirling his tongue around her clit.
Sparks erupted from that point, shooting down her legs and up through her belly.
“Oh my God!”
He did it again, then again, then slid a thick middle finger into her pussy, pumping deep as he continued to tongue her clit, and it took less than a minute to shoot her up and over the edge into an intense orgasm.
As she started floating down from that high, he continued kissing down both thighs to her ankles again. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened slowly, and she found him watching her as he rubbed the bottom of her foot and kissed each toe.
She gave him a lazy smile. “Head to toe for real?”
“Head to toe. Every inch. Delicious, gorgeous, and imprinted on my memory forever.”
That was a pretty sweet and romantic sentiment too. He was a lot better at this than he thought he was.
“Well, there's a lot of inches of you I haven't had a chance to get started on.” Her gaze dropped pointedly to his fly.
He put her foot back down on the blankets and without a word, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He rose to his feet in the back of the truck and bent to take off his boots, then straightened and stripped out of his jeans and boxers and socks. All while watching her. All while letting her drink her fill of the sight of him stripping for her.
And what a sight. The man was absolutely made to be naked. He was hard muscle from head to toe. His tattoos stretched across his shoulders and chest and moved as his muscles flexed and relaxed. His hair hung loose around his shoulders, his beard and chest hair were exactly the right amount, and his cock hung heavy and hard between his powerful thighs.
Everything she'd been thinking about a wild warrior taking her in the outdoors and claiming her as his own continued to add up.
“This was a very good idea,” she told him softly.
He grinned and dropped his jeans next to his shirt. Then he wrapped a big fist around his cock and gave it a long stroke.
“There's so many things I want to do to you,” he said gruffly.
She nodded. “Come on.”
He came back to the blankets, first kneeling and then stretching on his back, moving the arm closest to her to prop his hand behind his head. She rolled to her side, leaned on one elbow, and rested her hand on his chest. She began exploring, running her hand from his chest to his abs over his ribs on both sides, down his arms, inching down his abs, closer to his cock.
“Touch me, cher,” he urged.
That she wanted to do. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing gently and then stroking.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing.
He was big, hot, and very hard. It'd been a while for her. She wasn't one of those girls who worried about fitting or if her body could take him. She understood anatomy and biology. She knew it would work. In fact, she was looking forward to it working. This was going to be so good.
“Let's start here,” she leaned over.