“They need nothing. Lose the clothes. Let me see.” I jut my chin in her direction.
Her dark eyes flare. “You want me to put them on with nothing under them?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
Her cheeks turn pink right before my eyes. “I haven’t had a shower. I’m all sweaty.”
“Don’t much care, Princess.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Fully intend to get you all sweaty right now anyway.”
Her cheeks twitch as she glances away momentarily. Shy but . . . eager.
She drops the chaps on the wooden floor with a heavy thud, rolling her lips together. The pink stain on the apples of her cheeks deepens to match the rose color of her lips.
She undresses, and I watch her like a total voyeur. She’s literally just undressing and not even trying to be sexy. It’s just that it’s her, and everything she does is sexy to me.
Work out tank top and bra, gone. Perky golden tits pop out with a playful bounce. A sprinkling of freckles dust the tops of them, and I’d like to trace every one. Write mine on each of her tits.
She peels off the tight-as-fuck leggings, bending over to clear her ankles and toes, and tosses them toward the pile of gym clothes beside her before straightening and looking at me. All curves, soft lines, and toned muscle.
“Like this?” she breathes out, puffy lips parted, eyes a little hooded.
“No panties? Yeah. I agree with you about the view up here. Far superior.”
She gives me a shy smile in return, and I stride forward, needing to be close to her. Needing contact. I slide my hands over her hips and the globes of her round ass as I drop to my knees in front of her. “You’re too fucking much. Too pretty. Too good.”
"No, you are." Her hand cups my cheek, fingernails rasping over my stubble. “I think I’ve wasted enough time with men who aren’t good enough to know that you are better than good. More than enough.”
I close my eyes and soak that up for a moment. Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.
All I can do is shake my head, press a kiss to her stomach, and reach for the chaps beside her. I hitch them around her waist, feeding the soft leather strap through the buckle, watching the silver detailing glint beneath her hip bones.
Wrapping one loose piece of leather around her leg, I start the zipper at the top and pull it down, careful not to catch any bare skin as I go. When I move to the opposite side, I notice a light tremor in my hand and shake my head again.
Summer threads her fingers in my hair as I pull the zipper all the way down. I lean forward and give the slit of her pussy one long, firm lick. Because I can’t be this close to it and not pay it some attention.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she pulls me closer. My chest rumbles as I give her clit a good hard pull with my mouth.
“For a girl who’s never had her pussy eaten, you’ve sure developed a taste.”
She tenses, pushing my head back. “Is it too much?” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me and whispers, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
Grabbing at my shoulders, she tries to pull me up, but I shove two fingers inside her already slick, warm hole. So ready for me. “Summer, stop. It’s never too much. I’m the one who’s developed a taste.”
I lean forward again, on my knees for this girl, and give her another long, firm lick. “There is never too much of this. I’ll eat this pretty pussy all day, every day, if it means I get to watch you squirm around and beg for my cock. I love doing this for you.”
My fingers pump into her languidly as I suck hard at her clit, knowing I can get her close and then pull away to watch her get all flustered and huffy. Desperate.
I love that too.
When she leans on me, I pull away and stand, gripping her skull to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “You see how fucking good you taste?” I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the dirty moaning sound she makes at the back of her throat.
That’s where I plan to go next.
I step away to get a better view. Sexy, fancy leather chaps, tits heaving, eyes a little glassy.
Fuck.
Yeah, I love this.
“Spin.” I twirl my finger and watch her swallow heavily. “Let me see you.”
Her lips roll together, and her nipples pucker even tighter at my command. I can see the wetness glistening on her bare cunt. If I look too long, though, I’ll just toss her down and go to town.
She slowly turns, and I’m struck by a tightness in my chest. And when I watch the creases beneath that perfect peach-shaped ass as she spins, a painful tightness in my jeans too. Bare ass surrounded by soft leather. Yeah, my perverted mind is racing.
Facing me again, she hits me with a quirk of her lips. “How do I look?”
“Perfect.” My voice is gravel.
“Yeah?” Her head tilts.
I curl a finger at her, urging her to come closer. Her bare feet pad toward me, and I reach for her chin, tipping her fresh face up to mine, heart stuttering in my chest. “Such a pretty fucking princess,” I muse, letting a grin touch my lips. “And do you know where pretty princesses belong, Summer?”
“Where?” Her voice is soft, but thick.
I point to the hardwood floor below me. “On their knees.”
Her eyes widen, but her lips roll together to hide a hungry smile. My girl likes it when I talk to her like this.
“Lose the shirt, Rhett,” is her only response.
I grab the back of my neckline with one hand and tug hard, ripping it off and tossing it away. Her palms trace over my chest, gentle on my shoulders—still so careful with me. She smiles when her fingers tighten on the bulge of my bicep.
It makes my dick twitch. And then her hands are sliding down my torso as she lowers herself to the ground at my feet. And suddenly, she’s rushing, hands fumbling with my fly like she can’t get to my cock fast enough. Like she’s starving. The view from above is fantastic. Dark shiny hair and perky, pointed nipples.
My cock springs up between us when she tugs my boxers down, and she wastes no time wrapping her hands around my girth, licking a flat tongue over the head while tipping her wide eyes up at me.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to blow on your face, Summer.”
She giggles and does it again. “Good. Do it.”
I growl, a deep, feral sound.
But she doesn’t give me a chance. She opens wide and takes me to the back of her throat, humming as she goes.
My head falls back and I close my eyes. “Fuck, Summer.”
She sucks me slow, but firm, hands working the base, head bobbing eagerly.
When I finally get my act together and chance a look down at her, I find her staring up at me with an almost worshipful expression on her face.
I slide a hand over the line of her jaw. “You love this, don’t you?”
She hums and nods, head tilting into my hand a little.
My opposite hand wraps in her thick ponytail. “Touch yourself.”
She blinks but removes one hand, sliding it down between her legs, eyes hooding when she gets there.
“That’s it.” I thrust into her mouth slowly, letting her focus on herself, watching her slide one finger in and pull it back out to swirl at her clit, lids fluttering as she does.