“Cal,” she breathes. One hand moves to my other shoulder as she steadies herself. I dive in, desperate to devour her. To suck, to devastate her pussy. I want to have her on my tongue. A permanent imprint of her taste I can’t wash off.
I tug at her sweet little nub with my teeth and then suckle the burn I created.
She shakes, balancing on one foot.
“Heavens, how do—” Her words dissolve into the sweetest little mewl.
I trace a finger around her entrance. I want to be deep inside this pussy. I want her to watch me slide into her, slow and deep. I suckle her clit, sliding one finger inside. Her hips wriggle in protest of the lack of digits. But I plan on fucking her so thoroughly, she won’t get the memory of us out of her head. Ever.
Her grip on my shoulder wavers, and I slip her leg down and pull her onto my lap. Breathless, she moves for my mouth.
I lean back a little. “Watch, baby.”
She swallows, and her gaze drops.
I lift her hips, and she lines my cock to her entrance. Her fine fingers wrapped around my aching shaft is almost too much. Once I’m notched at her entrance, I groan. “Down, baby girl. Slow. Look at us.”
The slow, agonizing stroke it takes to get me deep inside her rips the last shred of control from me.
“Christ,” I growl.
“I love that,” she rasps. “Do it again.”
On the edge of blowing my load on the second thrust, I distract myself with her addictive flesh. I suck a nipple into mymouth as she rises, and my cock pulses. Threatening to betray me in the worst way possible. No way is this going to be over in a few minutes. If this is our last time, we’re going to take all damn night.
My cock slips from her pussy, and I groan. Fuck that. Not being inside this incredible woman is a place I don’t want to be.
“Baby, that ain’t gonna work for me. I can’t do without you.”
I’m fuckingdesperate.
The cool ocean breeze winds through the slatted, round enclosure. The stars outside blanket the dark sky before I realize the lamp is about to beam to life.
Fuck.
I can’t move.
I don’t want to.
The whir and click of the automated lamp system starts up.
“What the?” Evie turns her head toward the light, and I catch her face in my hands just in time. Like a moth to a flame. I can’t remember a person who’s been up here and been able to resist a glance. It’s like telling someone not to look at the sun.
Light blasts room, oscillating on its axis.
“Oh! Oh my god, that’s amazing.”
“Keep your eyes on me, baby girl. Don’t look at it.” I chuckle, dipping my head to hide from the light as it comes around. With Evie’s back to the light, I can hide from its beam in her shadow.
Analyze that one, McCreary.
“The stars disappear every time it comes around,” she says, fascinated.
“That’s not the most amazing thing about this old lantern room, baby.”
She huffs a breathy laugh as if remembering what we were doing before the lamp came on.
Lowering herself slower than I can handle, she whispers, “Where were we?”
