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His gaze drops to my lips. “Was hoping we’d improvise. But your pussy is going to feel the same whether I fuck you here or over a table in your lab.”
The heat that rushes through me is immediate. “Improvisation is not generally considered good experimental practice.”
He brushes his lips over my mouth, barely touching it. “Lucky we’re not doing an experiment, then.”
His eyes darken, and there’s a deep satisfaction that comes from figuring out what affects him. I run my fingers over his erection, and he sucks in a breath. Even though we’ve had sex before, I’m surprised by the thickness of his cock, the solidity of it. His fingers continue to tease me while I open his belt, pop the button on his jeans, and lower his zipper.
Something lands on my forearm, briefly, before flying away. Ordinarily, I’d look and identify it, but today, I don’t have it in me to care.
Sunny’s mouth moves along my jaw, his lips teasing as they go. I sink my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and grip his length. Sunny sucks in air through gritted teeth.
“Jesus, I like the way you grip me. Work me, Della.”
My head tips back, and above me, leaves overlap in a hundred different shades of green. The sky beyond is a clear blue. The sunlight dappled.
I know this place, feel connected to the very heartbeat of it.
And yet, there is something about Sunny that makes me realize I’ve been analyzing it from a distance. Now, I want to be a part of it.
“Make love to me, Sunny,” I whisper.
He responds immediately; whatever restraint he has begins to unravel. His kiss turns hungrier, our tongues colliding. I feel my pulse everywhere, and my skin feels too tight. Every place Sunny touches me feels warm long after his hand moves elsewhere.
There is something about feeling exposed but knowing I’m safe. Nobody kisses a person like Sunny kisses me because they feel sorry for them. And I think that’s what finally knocks me out of my head into my body.
I stop trying to understand why Sunny wants me and do what I normally do. I believe the evidence in his touch and his words and the way his lips consume mine. He wants me, and I’m simply going to enjoy the miracle of that.
There’s an unmistakable hunger in his eyes when he pulls back and looks at me. And I’m sure he sees the same when he looks into mine.
“Been thinking about the way you squeezed my cock that night,” he says. “Want to feel you squeeze my fingers the same way. And I know you want to, Della.”
I gasp, because I do. “I just don’t know how to get there like this,” I admit.
Sex, for me, is usually something I do lying down. Masturbation is the same and involves some kind of pressure on my clit.
Sunny slides his fingers from inside me, drops to his knees, ignoring the dirt and grasses, and tugs my shorts down. Before he reaches for my panties, he dips his fingers between his lips and closes his eyes as he savors the taste before looking up at me again. “Fucking delicious, just like I remembered.”
Then, he yanks my panties down to my knees.
I’m certain I should feel crude, but I don’t.
I feel wanted. Desired, even.
When Sunny uses his thumbs to expose my clit, I throw my arm up until it covers my eyes. And then, he…devours me. There is no polite licking with a rigid tongue. He eats like he’s starved for me. He slurps over my clit, sucking it into his mouth. Biting it gently. The pinch of pain keeps me on edge.
I lift onto my toes to escape it, but he grips my hips and tugs me back to his face. He’s messy, angling himself to get as much of me as he can, while we’re both slightly incapacitated by the clothing around our ankles and the boots that stop us from taking them off.
I wish I could get my legs wider, let him expose more of me.
He adds two fingers, and I bark out a cry that I’m sure Tank and the prospect must have heard. I bite down on my knuckles and close my eyes. “Oh, God, Sunny,” I whisper harshly.
Then, I do exactly as he asks. I come on his fingers and don’t feel a hint of shame about it at all. Instead, I gasp and let the intensity of the orgasm sweep me away.
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Ifeel Della come in every place we’re connected. Her pussy tightens around my fingers. Her knees shake where they are pressed up against my chest. Her hips lose all sense of rhythm as she chases what feels good.
