His muscles tightened beneath her fingers as she made her way down his body until she kneeled in front of him. She peeked up through her lashes. She raised her hands as high as she could reach, and in a slow, sensual glide, raked her nails down his stomach. He quivered, delighting her with a lusty male groan. She paused at the waistband of his jeans. Tilting her head back, she stared deep into his eyes and licked her lips. His breath caught. His intent gaze fixated on her tongue, his pupils dark and dilated. She imagined she could hear the pounding of his heart.
She undid his snap and reached around to grab the back of the waistband, pushed it over his hips, down to his knees. She sat back on her heels. She’d never seen a sexier, more vibrant man
.
His erection stretched long, thick, and heavy in its aroused state. The dark plum-colored head spilled precum from the tiny slit. Wrapping one hand around his length, she moved in tight, firm strokes up and down. His skin soft as velvet and warm, he seemed to pulse in her grip. She flexed the fingers on her other hand and raised it to cradle his balls.
Molly leaned closer, her tongue slipping out to lick at the pearl of liquid gathered at the tip. Her eyes drifted closed as she swallowed. She opened wide and covered the head of his cock, filling her mouth until it rested atop the bed of her tongue. Then she closed her lips, surrounding him.
His breath whooshed out of his body as he sagged against the large boulder holding him up. She smiled; her lips stretched wide around him and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Humming her appreciation of his salty taste and male scent, she moved her mouth up and down in slow, deep glides, taking him to the back near her throat on every other stroke.
He thrust his hands in her hair. Using gentle manipulation, he tried to control her speed. She consumed him, taking him as deep inside as she dared, and then withdrew, applying suction when she neared the top.
Again and again, she repeated the maneuver, twisting her head on the occasional upward movement to provide pressure at different points. He strengthened his hold and began to thrust his hips, his cock tunneling in and out her mouth.
“Oh, man, honey, that feels fantastic. Your mouth is so hot.”
Molly eased back to run her tongue around the top, stopping to flick against the sensitive spot under the rim. She caressed his balls in the palm of her hand, massaging them with her fingers while she licked and planted kisses around the head.
“More. Suck me some more. Harder.”
She nodded, eager to oblige. Oh, yes, this was exactly what the doctor ordered. One last time with Tanner.
* * *
Tanner leisurely pumped in and out, captivated by the glide of his dick through the circle of her lips. She covered his cock like a heated blanket. He loved to see her mouth around him, his shaft shiny and wet each time she eased back and then swallowed him up again. His balls pulled uptight, the need to come building to an urgent state, but he didn’t want to explode in her mouth. It had been too long. He wanted to experience that particular pleasure buried deep inside her body. With a mixture of regret and anticipation, he gave her hair a firm tug.
She stopped and peered at him with glazed eyes. The unfocused stare, her face clouded with lust, his cock shoved halfway to the back of her throat, made him growl low and harsh. “I need you to stop. If you keep going, I’ll lose it, and I want to come inside you.”
He drew back until he fell from her mouth with a soft
pop
. When she pouted and licked her lips, he almost changed his mind. However, his need to taste her won out. The warmth flowing over his fingers last night had been exquisite. Now he wanted her flavor on his tongue. His mouth watered just thinking about it. He wondered if she was as sweet as he remembered.
Yanking up his jeans, but leaving them undone, he reached down to help her stand. He removed her shorts and panties, placing the shorts on the rock to cushion her rear as best he could. He eased her down and knelt before her. Then it was his turn to gaze up.
Face flushed, eyes bright, this gorgeous woman sat perched before him, her lips red and swollen from sucking his cock.
“My turn.” He spread her thighs, lifting her legs to place her feet over his shoulders. He inhaled as he surveyed her, intimately spread open before him. Her pussy glistened with dew-like droplets. The scent of her arousal fanned the fire in his gut. He bent forward, his tongue flicking out to steal a sample. A moan rose from deep inside as he kissed her silky flesh.
He toyed with her clit, licked along the length of her opening, sucked and nibbled on her engorged lips. Her body vibrated. With each pass over the aroused little pleasure point, and every dip into her warm entrance, she bucked against his chin.
“Please.” She panted. “Make me come.”
He chuckled. “Soon.”
“Now, Tanner. I need to come now.”
He flicked her clit again, enjoying the shivers that travelled through her body, the increased trembling in her legs. He pressed a finger deep inside, her juices seeping out around it. He shoved in a second finger, pumping both in and out while he alternated between licking and sucking on her pussy lips. The walls of her vagina clenched, trying to pull him in deeper. He worked his tongue and fingers faster. The quake in her thighs increased until at last, her body clamped down like a vise, clutching his fingers, and she uttered a carnal cry of release.
She spilled onto his tongue, her intoxicating cream covering it. He lapped up every drop he could catch, slowing his strokes to soft sweeps. He remained mindful of her tender skin, but strove to extend the pleasure for as long as possible. Her breathing returned to normal, and a purr of satisfaction reached his ears.
* * *
Molly sagged, her body limp and relaxed, but they weren’t finished yet. He stood, and with his gaze locked on hers, put the fingers he’d had in her pussy, into his mouth. He closed his lips around them and sucked, licking them clean—even the web between each digit. Her stomach clenched. Oh man, that was hot.
“I need you inside me.” There had been no one since Tanner who could make her feel the way he did. Mistake, or not, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting it or from taking what he offered.
His eyes darkened as he plucked his wallet from his back pocket and extracted a condom. Pushing his jeans down with one hand, he held the package to his mouth with the other, and ripped it open. His gaze never strayed from hers as he rolled it over his erection. Jerking her to her feet, he removed her tank top, and spun her around to face the rock. With a firm hand on her back, he urged her to lean forward until her upper body stretched over the surface and she grasped the opposite edge with her fingertips. He stepped in behind and cradled her hips in his hands. With her ass snug against his pelvis, he bent over her back and brushed his lips along the back of her neck, then trailed his tongue down her spine. She shuddered.
He reached around between her chest and the boulder to rub his palms across her peaked nipples. He pinched them, bringing a sting of pleasure to the tips and a gasp of desire to her lips. Then he removed his hands and, placing one palm against the center of her back, pressed her down to bring the tips of her nipples in contact with rock.
The cool, smooth texture against the hot, hard surface of her nipples was one of the most sensuous things she had ever experienced. Moisture flooded her pussy, and she bowed further, rubbing her chest back and forth. The abrasion alone brought her closer to climax.
From behind, he entered her, inch by thick, hard inch. Her eyes widened, and she grunted low in her throat as he stretched her open. He pushed until his cock kissed her womb, until his balls tickled her clit.
“God, you’re tight.” He voice sounded strained; he had to work to get the words out. “You feel so fucking wonderful. I’ve missed this, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”
As he withdrew, pulling across sensitive tissue, she whimpered at the emptiness. Going from simmer to a fast boil, pressure began to a built, low in her belly. He plunged back into her depths, withdrew, plunged again. Before he had acted as though they had all the time in the world—now he wasted none.
He quickened his pace, pumping harder, faster, the force of the movement rocking her torso back and forth against the rock. Each drag of her nipples across the rough boulder heightened the erotic sensations, catapulting her toward orgasm.
She gasped as he drilled into her, his grip no doubt leaving marks on her hips with the force of each thrust. The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, sending her to the very precipice, urging her to tumble over.
When he reached around her hips and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, she exploded, shoving her head into the crook of her arm to stifle a scream. Fireworks erupted behind her closed eyelids. She succumbed to the release, blind to her surroundings.
Unrelenting, he continued to fuck her, pounding in hard thrusts until he rammed into her one final time, staying deep, his body shuddering over hers. His hips tight against her behind, he curved protectively over her back, wrapped his arms around her, and pinned his cheek against her spine. His cock stiffened and jerked deep inside her.
* * *
Holy fuck.
He had never had an orgasm leave him feeling sucked dry. Tucked beneath him, Molly dragged in gulps of air. He should get up before he crushed her, but couldn’t find the energy to move his limbs. What happened? What had started out being a revelation about the past, one that had left him hurt and angry, had ended with the best sex of his life. He needed time to figure everything out, to decide where to go from here.
With no small effort, he managed to lift up and back away, needing a little space to pull up his pants and get it together. A squirrel darted up a nearby tree, chattering his anger at the invasion. Crap
.
He glanced around. He wouldn’t have heard a marching band pass by. He had been so into her that he’d blocked everything else out, including what had brought them here in the first place. He waited while she pulled her clothes back on. She looked stunned too. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m fine.” Her skin glowed a pretty pink, but she didn’t avoid his gaze. He sent up a prayer of thanks. He didn’t want her to regret anything. He certainly didn’t. How could he? He loved her.
Everything inside him stilled as the realization settled like a quilt around him. His plans to return to Ontario hinged on her, on whether she would accept him living in the same city, perhaps even work on rebuilding their friendship. He had hoped she might still feel something for him. Guess that question had been answered
.
But he hadn’t planned to fall in love with her again. Not so soon anyway. Fuck. Maybe he never stopped loving her. But what now? She’d kept a major secret from him—his baby.
He wasn’t sure about anything. They had a lot to discuss. He had no idea what she’d been doing, who she’d been seeing in the past years, or what her plans were for the future. But he intended to find out.
“We should return to camp.” She had redressed. “The others are going to wonder where we went.”
Was that regret he heard now? “We need to finish our discussion.”
“I know. We will. For now, though—” She waved a hand between the two of them. “This…what happened here is a little overwhelming. I need time before we talk about the rest. Do you mind?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Maybe we can take a walk down to the beach tonight. Talk there?”
A funny look crossed her face. “We’ll see.”
He reached for her hand. “Fair enough. Come on. Let’s go congratulate our friends on their happy news.” He led her through the trees and back to the path. As they neared their campsite, music and laughter reached their ears, and the smell of burgers cooking over an open fire wafted to their noses. His stomach growled. They’d been gone for some time.
She dropped his hand just before their friends spotted them. The immediate disappointment stung, but it dissipated fast, replaced with hope. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to discourage or least hide the erection that was building again. He smiled. They would have to work on rebuilding their friendship.
Chapter Eight
Colleen glanced up in time to catch their arrival. She rose from her chair and walked over, meeting them halfway. “Hey, guys. Where’ve you been? We missed you after breakfast.” Her intent gaze swung back and forth between the two of them. Tanner offered a polite smile, but disclosed nothing. He kept moving. Colleen turned a curious glance back to Molly. “Is everything OK?”
“Yeah.” Molly’s heart and soul felt much lighter. They weren’t healed, but they weren’t so broken either.
“Sweetie, you’ve been crying. Did he say or do something to hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that. Honest.” She swallowed and glanced over Colleen’s shoulder. Tanner had joined the others and was talking with Sam. “We had some things to work out, and it…got a little emotional. I’m fine.” In truth, she felt more than fine. She’d just experienced the best sex of her life—with the hardest orgasm ever—at the hands of the true love of her life. If only she could have Tanner
in
her life.
“You’re sure?”
Molly gave her a reassuring hug. “Yes, I’m sure. Now, let’s go get some food. I’m starving.”
Before filling her stomach, Molly congratulated her friends. Satisfied she’d expressed true happiness for them without tugging too hard at her own heartstrings, she helped herself to some lunch and grabbed a chair to sit down. It was past time to sit back and enjoy an afternoon with her friends.
They spent the day playing lawn darts and cards, the girls ganging up against the guys. The men strutting, thumping their chests when they beat the women at darts, claiming the ladies cheated when they happened to win at cards. They listened to favorite bands of the past, every now and then stopping to sing a particular chorus aloud together. They laughed at the pleasant memories and cried at a few sad ones. They retold stories of mischief and narrow escapes. They talked about past camping trips. Too bad time didn’t come with a rewind button.