“You taste so good,” he murmured. He flicked open the top button of her jeans. The muscles of her warm, smooth stomach jumped. He thrust his hand into her waistband. “I want to lick you al over.”
She trembled as he found what he was searching for, rough curls, hot, slick flesh. He withdrew his hand. Holding her gaze, he tasted his fingertips.
“Sweet Heaven.” She shuddered and shut her eyes.
“Ssh.” He soothed her, pul ing her close, letting her feel how she affected him, assuring her without words that she wasn’t in this alone. “Do you trust me?”
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“I guess. Yes.”
He spread his T-shirt onto the hood of the Jeep.
Retrieved the condom from his jeans pocket. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
He pul ed her back into his arms, her back to his chest, the hard ridge of his erection nestled against her sweet rump, her arms stil trapped between them. She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her soft exhalation stabbed his heart. He pressed a kiss to her temple before stripping her shirt from her arms so she wouldn’t feel constrained in any way. With his arms around her, he slid down her zipper, the sound loud in the stil ness. She sucked in her breath. But she didn’t object as he worked pants and panties over the curve of her butt and down her long, smooth thighs. Keeping one hand on her hip for reassurance, he dealt with the condom. His belt buckle rattled as he shoved down his jeans.
And then he bent her over the warm metal hood of the Jeep and covered her from behind.
Lara jerked like a startled pony. “Iestyn.”
God, she felt good, warm and good against him. His heart thundered. He kissed her ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Ye-es. But . . .”
“Let me show you.” He nuzzled her shoulder. Her skin was like velvet. “Let me take you where you want to go.”
Her breathing quickened. He concentrated on that, on the subtle signals of her body as he fit himself over her, as he slid a hand under her, holding her steady for his intrusion.
He nudged between her thighs and she rose on tiptoe, angling her hips to receive him.
Fisting his cock, he stroked her slowly up and down, working himself into her, just a little. Just enough.
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“Is this what you want?”
She writhed and pushed back against him, tel ing him
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The world fel away. There was only this, only Iestyn, his hot, urgent voice in her ear, his hard, insistent body at her back, his knowing hands . . . He covered her, animal, intimate, and intent, fil ing her.
Stretching her.
Lara tightened in wicked anticipation, on edge with excitement. She had never felt like this before, never been like this, wanting, needy, naked, raw. His clever hands pressed with devastating accuracy right where she needed him most, and she made a choked sound in her throat and hitched against him, pushing back, the heat and the need coiling inside her.
Another stroke of his broad head against her sensitive flesh. “Is this what you want, Lara?”
Oh, God, she was melting, she was dying, she was burning up. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sweet agony.
“You know it is.”
He made a low sound, approval or triumph. “Then take it,”
he said, and slammed his ful length into her.
Dark suns exploded behind her closed lids. She cried out, her hands curled, her body clenched in pleasure. He eased from her, a slow, wet caress, and drove in again, jolting her against the hood of the Jeep.
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Blindly, she tried to reach back, to touch him. Her fingers curled into his flanks. Bent forward, she was powerless to hurry or control him. She could only accept him, al of him, as he surged into her, his breathing ragged, imprinting her with his scent, his body, making her feel him in every muscle and nerve.
She absorbed the heavy, driving thrusts, taking him again and again. She wanted,
Her muscles constricted around him. His fingers bit into her as he plunged hard and deep, and she ground her teeth on his shirt and came and came, exploding under and around him, helpless to do anything but feel.
His hands clamped on her hips. She felt the deep, hard spasm of his body, the hot release of his breath against her nape as he shuddered and was stil .
Quiet, except for the rasp of his breathing, the thud of her heart.
Slowly, she became aware of smal , inconsequential things.
The rustle of leaves. A crick in her back. The wetness between her thighs.
She sighed and opened her eyes. Sunlight slanted through the trees, il uminating the floating motes above the forest floor. She’d just had car sex, she thought wonderingly.
Naked outdoor car sex with a selkie.
