Shine Not Burn(84)

“Jesus, you have a nice rack.”

I laughed. “A nice rack? Wow, that’s sexy. What am I, a deer?” It was kind of sexy, having my womanly parts referred to in such a man’s way. I reached up and put my hands underneath them, pushing them up a little and rubbing the last vestiges of heat away.

“Better stop doing that,” he said, his face going dark, his hand stilling its movements on his jeans. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and he looked like a lion considering whether to attack its prey.

My hands froze. “Why?” I asked the question, but I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear him say what his expression was already telling me.

“Because I’m not done with the strip tease, but if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to tackle you.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “Fine.” My hands fell to my hips. “What’s next?”

“Shorts. But turn around. I want to see that ass.”

I spun, losing my balance a little and giggling as I worked on the button and got my feet back under me. Once they were unzipped and on their way down, sliding over the roundest part of my rear end, I looked at him over my shoulder.

He was hypnotized, staring at me with his hand rubbing his crotch slowly. Maybe I should have been shocked at his blatant male behavior, but instead, I was turned-on beyond rational thought. To think that he was getting so turned on just by seeing my naked body was blowing my mind. I’d always gotten undressed in the dark, self-conscious about my flaws. Here with him in this bright meadow, I felt like the goddess of sex.

The shorts hit the ground at my feet and I stepped out of them.

I was facing away from him again, wearing nothing but my panties.

“What’s next?” I asked, my voice carrying out into the clearing in front of me.

I heard a rustling, and before I could react, he was behind me on his knees. His face was against my lower back, kissing me while he held onto my hips with his strong hands. My legs trembled as his thick fingers hooked into the top of my panties and slowly dragged them down.

“I want… I want…” I tried to use words to express my desires, but they wouldn’t collect in my head properly. Every time I attempted to form a coherent thought, he licked my skin and then kissed it - sometimes with a feathery lightness and other times with a strong suction that would leave a mark - leaving me senseless once again.

“What do you want, sexy girl?” He turned me around by the hips, forcing me to face him.

I looked down at his face, burying my hands in his hair at the sides of his head, running my fingers into the thick, sweaty, wavy mass. “I want … you.” My face was flushed with passion. Seeing him down there and fully dressed with nothing between his mouth and my naked lower body was enough to make me have a heart attack.

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around my backside and leaning in towards me. I gasped as his tongue touched my folds, going right inside without hesitation to sear me with its wet heat.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, looking down at his head, feeling it move under my hands as he worshipped my body. My legs shook and I went from holding on for pleasure to holding on for support. I would have fallen without his strong shoulders to keep me up.

I moaned as his tongue found my most sensitive places and my folds became swollen with need. Slick wetness gathered, prompting my desire to feel more of him between my legs. “Mack … please.”

He leaned back and spoke in a dangerous voice. “Lie down.”

My breath hitched as I realized things were about to get real. This is what my body needed … to feel him inside me, filling me, taking me on the ride that would end with me screaming and lost.

I gathered what was left of my wits and did as he said, walking around him to lie on the blanket. I reclined onto my back, my breasts relaxing down towards my ribs. I opened my legs and bent my knees a little, waiting to see what he would do. My hand moved to my folds where I touched the wetness he had caused.

He stood and pulled off his t-shirt in one quick move, revealing the rippling, lean muscles beneath. He didn’t say anything. He looked angry, but I knew it wasn’t that emotion that was going through his mind and heart as he stood before me. Passion looked a lot like darkness on him. It made my blood run hot.

His boots, socks, and pants came off next. That’s all he’d worn to our little picnic and now in the bright sunlight I was finally able to fully appreciate the man I’d married in all his muscled glory. Shadows from the curves of his muscles highlighted their dense structure. Even without the hard physical work he did on the ranch, he’d still have a body to die for, but with all that cattle management came a big payoff, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be enjoying it right now.

And my luck didn’t stop at his totally built physique. His cock was a marvel too, its length and breadth something that shouldn’t have worked; how it was able to fit inside me was some kind of miracle. It stood out in front of him, making it perfectly clear what he wanted to do with me. I spread my legs a little farther and ran my fingertip over my clit, making it burn with need.

“I like it when you do that,” he said, his voice husky.

“I like it better when you do it to me,” I said, never breaking eye contact with him.

He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and put it on. When he was finished, he walked over slowly, his hard length swaying with every step. Bending down, he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my wetness and moving it to a spot over my head.