Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Maybe it was the beer, but she hadn’t had all that much to drink, so maybe it was something else.
Like need. Desire. Desperation. Yeah, he liked to think that’s what created the pink across her cheeks.
Jim had found a great parking spot for his RV, set way back from the mass of crowds and secluded behind a thick grouping of tall trees. Privacy. That’s what Mac craved right now. He unlocked the door and let Lily climb inside, then he threw the dead bolt after he closed it.
Lily stood in the tiny living room waiting for him.
They didn’t need small talk or any words between them. He walked over to her and dragged her into his arms, covering her mouth with his. A rush of expelled breaths, tangling tongues, and they started peeling off their leathers.
Mac squatted and undid the snaps on Lily’s chaps, then slowly drew up the zipper on each side. She didn’t speak, just tilted her head down and watched as he undid the buckle on the belt holding her chaps up.
Damn, he really liked undressing her. It was like opening a Christmas present. Next he removed her boots and socks, then started on her jeans, undoing the button and reaching for her zipper. His knuckles brushed her bare skin and he heard the rush of breath as she inhaled.
Good. He liked that he affected her with just a hint of contact. Because if he got that reaction from just his knuckles across her stomach, what would he get when they were full on naked, when he was inside her?
His c**k lurched at the thought and a renewed sense of urgency spurred him on. He tugged the jeans over her hips and down her legs, holding her hand while she stepped out of them.
Then he leaned forward and reached for her ass cheeks, drawing her toward his mouth so he could bury his face in the vee between her legs. Even her panties smelled sweet, just like the woman inside. Hot, wet, musky, he couldn’t resist taking a swipe of her with his tongue. He could taste her through the fabric.
She shuddered and pushed against his face. “Mac,” she whispered.
He moved the panties to the side and slid his tongue along her pu**y lips, delving between the swollen cleft to dip inside. Her sweet cream poured onto his tongue and she trembled against him, her hand coming down on top of his head to grasp his hair.
Needing more than this, he pulled her panties down, unveiling her sex. Ripe, swollen, wet, she had the prettiest pu**y he’d ever seen. Bare at the lips and above with just a small patch of silken hair at her mound, giving him free access to roam. He licked around her clit, then closed his lips around the bud and sucked gently, listening to the sounds she made, eager to give her pleasure.
She leaned back against the couch and spread her legs wider. Oh, yeah. He loved a woman who enjoyed sex, who craved that orgasm as much as he did. And Lily wanted it. He could tell with every intake of breath, every lift of her hips, the way she looked on him with such intent—God, it was so sexy the way she watched, encouraging him with her eyes. He kept his focus on her face as he slid two fingers into her pu**y. They went in easy, her walls gripping him, the muscles there already pulsing as he latched onto her clit and sucked again.
“Mac, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
That was the objective. To feel her squeeze his fingers, pour come all over his hand and let go. He really liked watching her in the midst of an orgasm, to know he was the one in charge of giving her pleasure. He rolled his tongue over the hard knot, moved his fingers in a steady rhythm in and out of her cunt. Her lips parted, her breathing quickened, and her eyes widened.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m coming,” she whispered, lifting her hips even higher, grinding her sweet, wet pu**y against his face as she climaxed. The muscles tightened around his fingers and he held onto her clit with his mouth, lapping it gently through her orgasm until he felt her relax. Only then did he stand, pull her shirt over her head and reach around to undo the clasp on her bra, freeing her br**sts. He couldn’t resist taking a taste of her ni**les. The pink buds stood at attention, teasing him. He licked one, sucked it, flattening it between his lips and the roof of his mouth. Even her skin tasted sweet, the low moan she uttered adding to his pleasure. He released one, then sucked on the other, rolling it around on his tongue until it stood hard and wet. He stepped back to admire her.
Now she was completely naked, her body flush with desire.
And he was still fully clothed, with one very angry, very hard c**k clamoring to get out. Rectifying that was the next step.
Lily stayed right where she was, leaning against the back of the couch, even teasing him by keeping her legs spread. Her pu**y, swollen with the aftereffects of her orgasm, glistened with moisture. She watched him as he toed off his boots, then removed his chaps.
“Those are so sexy on you,” she said, expertly arching a brow as she inspected him.
He smiled, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, making sure he didn’t appear in too much of a hurry. They weren’t teens anymore, but damn he wanted inside her.
And then the realization struck that he’d only been inside her once. One time in ten years.
The last time she’d been a virgin, and it hadn’t exactly been his best moment. He’d been awkward about it then. Oh, he’d tried to make it easy for her. He’d kissed her, taken his time, licked her to orgasm first and made sure she was relaxed and primed so that penetration was minimally painful, but there had been more to it than that, because he’d known going into it that he was going to ruin her, that he was going to leave her that night.
He hadn’t wanted to do it, but she had insisted. Lily had wanted that night to happen, so he had taken her virginity, broken her heart and hadn’t known what to say to ease her emotional pain.
This time, he was going to make it better. This time, though barriers still stood between them, it wasn’t the same thing.
But dammit, he didn’t want to hurt her again. And he was going to.
He pulled the shirt over his head and cast it to the floor.
Naked, he advanced on her.
Ten years. Lily realized it had been ten years since she and Mac had last had sex.
Oh, they’d played the past couple days. But now they were going to f**k. He walked toward her, all bad boy predator, intent written clearly on his face. No smile, no fooling around. Light banter, teasing and play were over. This was serious business.
She gripped the top of the sofa behind her and waited for him, a trickle of fear entering her mind.
Don’t hurt me again. Her mind said it and she cast the thought aside as foolish and juvenile. She could handle this, she could keep her emotions separate from the act. It was physical. It didn’t have to be earth shattering.