She pulls back and looks me in my eyes.
“No, baby,” I tell her, running my fingers through the soft strands of her hair. “No one is as lucky as I am.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
My hands caress her thighs, and she gives me sweet little sighs and whimpers as we sit under the tree and explore each other. We’re kissing and touching like we have all the time in the world to play.
I go a little higher and realize there’s nothing there to cover her ass. Pulling my mouth away, I look at her and explore further up her hips to see if she’s wearing a thong. Fuck, she isn’t.
“You didn’t wear any panties under this dress, mia piccola luna?”
A blush creeps up her chest and throat as she shakes her head.
I groan and grind my hardness up against her.
“Are you sore?” I don’t even recognize my own voice as it escapes me. It’s rough and quiet at the same time, filled with need for her as she grinds her sweet pussy on my lap.
“A bit,” she concedes. “But not enough to stop me.”
As quickly as I blink, her hand is between us and groping my cock through my denim.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Aurora,” I moan into her mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She laughs, but I’m not joking. I think she’s going to kill me. While she’s kissing me, her fingers struggle to unbutton my jeans, but she finally gets it and pulls my dick free.
“I liked it when you came in my mouth last night,” she whispers against my lips. “Can you do that for me again?”
Those full lips curve into a smile as she moves down my body, pushing my thighs apart and settling between them. She makes eye contact as she wraps her hot mouth around the tip of my cock. Electricity sizzles up my spine, and I feel my breathing pick up.
“Eventually,” she says between licks. “Eventually, I want to be able to take you all the way into my throat without gagging.”
“You’re doing great as it is,” I say through breathy laughter. My balls tense, and a rush of heat shocks me as the tip of her tongue runs through my slit. “If you took me all the way into that tight throat of yours, Aurora…I think I’d blow in the first five seconds.”
She smiles around my cock and then sinks down until I touch the back of her throat. She gags again, and it feels fucking phenomenal. Her throat tightens around my head, and I can’t help myself. Next thing I know, I’m pushing my hips forward, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my thighs, but she holds still and lets me do what I want.
“Good girl,” I say before grabbing her hair and pulling her off my cock. Drool stretches from her lips to my cock, and she breathes heavily while staring up at me.
“I want to taste you,” she says, pulling against my grip. “Let me finish.” Her hand strokes and squeezes me until I loosen my grip and let her mouth fall back down.
“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” I praise as she licks and sucks my length. “You’re perfect, Aurora. So goddamn perfect.”
I let myself sit there and just feel as she continues. I’m not even trying to hold back or make it last. I know she’s too sore to have me inside of her again so soon, and she really seems to want me to finish in her mouth.
A few more strokes with her hand and mouth and I’m losing it. I warn her, and she doubles her efforts, speeding up and sucking harder as my orgasm gets closer and closer. My toes curl inside my shoes, and my abs clench with the effort to not shove everything deep into her throat.
I shout as I come and spill into her mouth. She swallows every drop, and when I’m finally finished, I jump when she pulls off with a pop. Her smile is bright as she uses her thumb to wipe her swollen lips.
“Was I too rough?” I ask, pulling her back onto my lap and kissing her gently on the cheek. There’s a single tear there, running down from where she gagged.
“No, baby,” she reassures me. Her hands move through my hair, and she tugs lightly on the strands. “I think I kind of like the rougher side of you.”
“Good,” I tell her, grabbing her around the waist and rolling us both onto the ground. “Because we aren’t done here.”
“Owen!” she cries out through her laughter. “You just finished!” I find out she’s very ticklish on her ribs, and she laughs even harder when I nibble on her neck.
“Baby girl,” I murmur against her skin. “I’m not so selfish as to let you give me a blow job and not reciprocate. I have my mouth.” I kiss my way down her throat, across her bare shoulder, and then lick her breasts where they meet the top of her dress. “And my fingers.”
I move my hand up her thighs again and squeeze the soft flesh there. Her laughter turns to moans, and her thighs part for me as she wraps them around my waist. I can already smell her arousal over the floral scent of the trees, and it makes my mouth water.
“You smell like heaven,” I tell her, kissing down her stomach over the thin fabric of her dress. “And you taste like honey.”
I push her dress up and over her waist, and she lifts her hips to make it easier. She has a few red lines across her stomach that I didn’t notice last night, and I kiss each one of them.
Fuck, I love stretch marks. There is nothing sexier than a woman’s body. I love the curves, the stretch marks, the hair…
Her fingers tentatively move through my hair, and when I kiss the inside of her thigh, they tighten and pull. I lick long and slow from her opening to her clit, relishing in the taste of her.
“Do you like this baby?” I ask her, my words muffled against her flesh.
She nods and moans.
“Tell me.”
“It feels so good, Owen.” I close my lips around her clit and suck, making her hips lift off the dirt. “Fuck, keep doing that.”
I continue to do exactly as she says until her thighs squeeze the absolute life out of my head. My hands are all over her hips and stomach and breasts. I pinch her nipples, and she whimpers.
“I’m so close,” she says.
I don’t answer; I just keep doing what I’m doing. She’s so wet that she’s dripping down my chin. She takes a few deep breaths, and then she’s screaming my name as she comes on my tongue. I lap at her, eating her like it’s my last day on earth and she’s the only meal I’m getting.
“Owen!” she cries out, laughing and pushing my head away from her. I fall to the side and leave wet kisses down her leg. I crawl up next to her in the grass and pull her into me. I wipe my chin and lick my lips before kissing her hard on the mouth.
“I will never get tired of this,” I tell her.
We’re both breathing heavily, and we take a few moments to stare up at the sky through the trees in silence.
“I almost feel bad,” I admit.
“For?”
“For taking you out of this. California is nowhere near this beautiful.”
“We can always come back,” she tells me, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. “But I’m excited to see your home as well.”
After a few minutes, someone is shouting Aurora’s name off in the distance.
“Tempo scaduto,” she says. Time’s up.