My body was burning up and all the passion I’d banked over the last few days roared to the surface so brutally fast it almost scared me how much I wanted this woman.
“Couches,” I gasped into her mouth. “We need them lowered.”
“How?” she rasped against me and we both turned to them.
A low laugh left me. “Hell if I know.” I shoved a hand through my hair, tried to inhale a breath that would hopefully give me a clear head for the time it would take but then—
Fuck it.
I needed her too badly. I flipped open the storage over one of the couches and grabbed the blankets and sheets that had been stowed there. With quick work, I threw them to the floor, creating our own bed.
“We’ll figure out the couches later.” When I had brain cells that were above my waistband because right now, all my blood and sense was beneath my shorts where my dick was still hard, pushing against the seam of my zipper and flung my hand to the mess of blankets I’d created. “This okay?”
Her hands, clear of the green and gold nail polish she’d worn earlier in the week, went to her shorts. To her button and her zipper. The zip bounced off the walls in the RV and I moved to do the same to mine but she shook her head as her shorts fell to the floor. “Let me,” she said, her voice throaty, wanting.
Yessss.
I stayed still, soaking in the curve of her hips, the sway of her breasts and her center hidden beneath a matching pink thong as she came to me. She was beautiful. Curvy in all the perfect places with hips I couldn’t keep my eyes off of and a plump, round ass I wanted shaking as I took her on her hands and knees.
Not today.
Soon.
As her hands touched me, a ripple of pleasure shot down my spine and with unhurried, sure movements, she trailed a hand down the center of my chest. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, couldn’t have paid me to miss the way her eyes flared with desire, and the lick of her lips as my muscles rippled in the wake of her warm, soft fingers.
“You’re going to need to speed this up,” I murmured, and earned a quick flash of a smile before her hands went to my shorts, the button already undone. I stood still, not touching her. I’d let her run this show for a few minutes, but then her hands were sliding inside my shorts, against my hips and in one firm push, my shorts and boxer briefs were sliding to the floor.
I didn’t have time to step out of them before her hand wrapped around my hard cock, pulling a moan and string of curses from me.
“Shit.” My knees shook from the pleasure of her touch. The first woman’s touch I’d had in way too long. Far too long, but so fucking worth the wait to watch Gabby’s expression heat, her cheeks burn and her lips part as she slowly continued learning the feel of me.
A soft twist of her hand at my tip unraveled me, shoved me into action and I whipped out an arm to her hip and yanked her against me, kicking out of my shorts and underwear pooled around my ankles.
“Play later,” I said, as my mouth went to the crook of her shoulder and she let out a surprised breath. “I haven’t… it’s been a while for me. You keep doing that and I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Her hand slid down my shaft and let go. “Then I’ll wait to see that another day.”
God, she made this fun. So damn fun. I slid my hands up her back, unclasped her bra and then I picked her up, laid her down on the makeshift mattress that still wasn’t good enough for her. As I did, she wrapped her legs around me, until I was sliding my dick along the center of her soaking wet thong.
Fuck. She was drenched. The heat of her made my balls draw up and I kissed her again, slipped my tongue into her mouth and devoured her while I tried to control the need to release. How fucking embarrassing.
There was more to do. More to explore and touch, but first, I needed to ensure this was good for her. I ripped my mouth from hers, her lips wet, parted, and breath heaving as I slid down her body, I trailed my tongue along her collarbone, earning me a shiver, before moving down to her breasts where I gripped one in my hand, learned the weight of her and the mewls she made when I pinched her nipples.
“Please.” She bucked into me as I twisted one, sucked the other into my mouth. “Oh. Shit. Yes.”
Her hands dug into my hair, nails scraped my scalp, and I drove her wild with need while I played with her cherry pink nipples, hardened into sharp round buds.
“You taste so damn sweet. Like candy. I could do this all day long.”
“I might die,” she huffed, and her abs contracted, showing me gentle mounds of muscle ripple across her stomach.
“You won’t.” As I assured her, I continued sucking her nipple into my mouth, switching to the other while I trailed down to her stomach with the palm of my hand. She arched into me with every whisper-soft touch, groaned as I settled my hand at the crease of her thigh and held her down. My thumb was so close to her center, she writhed beneath me, seeking my touch.
Finally, when she seemed as needy and desperate as I already was, I slid a finger into her. And holy hot shit, she felt fucking divine. A goddess, as her body clung to me, gripped me, and so damn wet. I added a second finger, moved further until my mouth was added.
Her hands flew to my hair, gripping and tugging. She urged me on with her sounds and the slight tremble of her thighs. But hell if I needed the encouragement, I hadn’t been lying. I could eat her every day. My new favorite meal.
She came suddenly, arching her hips and her sex into me, thighs clamping and shaking. Her sounds rattled the windows in the RV and I kept going, kept swirling my tongue over her clit, making her gasp with pleasure.
“Oh shit,” she chanted. The sounds only made me harder because if she could explode so gorgeously like this—what would she do when I was inside of her?
“Stop,” she rasped, fingers lightening their grip on my hair and playfully shoving me away.
I wiped her off my mouth. “You sure? Because I think it wouldn’t take much at all to get you there again.”
She shook her head, smiling at me, sated, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and I ran a fingertip over her clit just to prove it.
“Stop.” She laughed, grabbed my wrist. “When I come again, I want it to be with you inside of me.”
“Then I should probably get to that.” I bent over her, kissed her stomach, the space between her breasts and then brushed my mouth over hers. “You know what they say—happy wife, happy life.”
Something that looked like uncertainty flared in her eyes right before her smile turned soft. “Yeah.” A tiny frown, and then… “Um. Do you have condoms?”
I shoved up to my knees, intent on getting to my feet.
“I might have included that in the packing list.”
“You did?” She barked out a laugh.
“No.” I kissed the tip of her nose as she grinned at me and climbed off her. “I bought some the other day while you were swimming, before I started planning the trip.”
It took me seconds to find them in the small bag I’d brought into the RV and I grabbed the box out of the side zipper. Tearing it open, my hands were still shaking—with need, with satisfaction.
I’d thought about Gabby every minute since I saw her dive into my pool, how soft she’d feel, how she’d react to my touch.
So far, she’d blown all hope and expectation out of the water. As I managed to tear open the condom, my nerves were shot with anticipation, but my body was primed to deliver in all the ways I’d imagined.