I put my hand over her eager fingers, effectively stopping them from stripping me down. “Ah ah ah. Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
Chapter Four
Adam
“Come on up.” I pulled her hips up toward my face until her core was right there over my mouth. Until I could see and smell her all around me. All of her. And she smelled fucking fantastic. She looked even better.
God. I still couldn’t believe this woman was mine.
I pulled her down onto my mouth, desperate for just a taste and feeling greedy as hell. I gave her a slow lick that had her wiggling above me. Grabbing her hips, I stilled her, wanting to eat my fill.
“Oh, God, Adam. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t ever want to stop.
She groaned over me and I watched as she threw her head back. I gave her clit a long suck before lashing it with my tongue, languishing in her taste. Her thighs quivered around my head and I leaned over to give one a small bite that made her jump before I got back to business.
I kept on, until every bit of her inhibition slipped into the wind and she gripped my hair hard, grinding on my face while I sucked, licked, and fucked her with my fingers.
The tent’s air grew heavy with her scent and I could have eaten her all night. But eventually she cried out and froze over me, goose bumps covering her skin.
Her hips rolled languidly as I licked her slowly before moving her off of me and rolling her until she was under me. She was a sweaty, exhausted mess and she had never looked more beautiful in her life.
“Fuck, Livvy. I have to have you right now.” I couldn’t wait another second.
It wasn’t long before I was naked and pushing at her entrance. I was unbearably hard and she was gorgeously wet. I let out a long growl as I entered her, trying for the life of me not to slam in and take her like I so desperately wanted. I was going to make this last, damn it. Even if it killed me.
Rocking into her slowly, I closed my eyes and just felt, and listened. The tight, wet heat of her around me. The wet smacking sounds of our bodies meeting. The escape of her breath. The grunts of my own.
Every sound, every smell, every feeling sent me higher and when she wrapped her legs and arms around me, meeting my every thrust, I thought I was going to die. Right there in that tent in our field.
But, God, I’d be fine going that way. With my woman wrapped around me, me buried inside of her. Her lips at my neck biting and sucking. Us in our favorite spot.
My Livvy’s body arched under mine and I knew she was close, so I took her lips in a soul-stealing kiss and when she cried out, I ate down her sweet moans, pushing harder, faster, chasing my own release.
When I finally did come, stars burst behind my eyes in a flurry of lights that were somehow blinding even though my eyes were firmly closed. Just like every time we made love, I was instantly skyrocketed right past heaven and straight to the stars.
And when I came down, I still had the moon right there beneath me, wrapped up in my arms. “I love you to Pluto and back, my Luna.”
With her eyes full of emotion that nearly wrecked me, she said, “And I love you to the moon and back, Tattoo Boy.”
Chapter Five
Adam
“Come on, Adam. Let’s go out and look at the stars.”
I was toasty warm inside Liv’s sleeping bag, her naked body pressed to the length of mine. I had no desire to leave our warm cocoon. I could have stayed in that sleeping bag with her for forever and I was going to try to do just that.
“No way.” I gave her a big smacking kiss on the side of her neck and she giggled. “Besides there aren’t any stars out tonight, anyway.”
She tickled my side. “There might be now. Maybe the clouds have moved away. Maybe we can make out a few with the telescope.”
My plan had been to keep her naked and full of me all night long, but I could tell she really wanted to do some stargazing. “Fine,” I grumbled, knowing I was hungry and I could at least grab the picnic I packed us from the back seat and we could eat on the blanket since I was ninety-nine percent sure the stars were a no-go.
She gave me a killer smile while she shimmied back into her leggings and that smile only made me want to pull them right back off of her. “You better stop looking at me like that or we’re never going to make it out of this tent.”
Her soft laughter filled the tent while I tried to get my clothes back on sitting down since there wasn’t room to stand. By the time we were both dressed and had our hats and jackets back on, I was even more convinced we should have just stayed naked in the sleeping bag.
“Sure you don’t want to just get back in that warm sleeping bag?”
She shook her head at me. “Nope. Come on, Nova. Let’s lie beneath the stars.”
I followed her out of the tent but while she headed toward the blue blanket, I made my way to our car parked in the parking lot. “I’ll be right back. Gotta get something from the car,” I called to her as she settled herself on her side of her daddy’s blue blanket.
It was the same blanket he’d said goodbye to her on, not long before he passed away. It was the same blanket she was laying on when I’d first met her. It was the same blanket we’d share as we grew old together.
I grabbed the basket from the car and made my way quickly back to Liv. I didn’t like leaving her alone out here even for a second. This town wasn’t always the safest place but it was our home and we were both determined to make it better every day through our children’s programs and community projects at the center, that was only about a hundred feet from us.
I set the basket in the middle of the blue blanket next to Liv and sat down on the other side.
She was leaned back with her eyes closed, her hands behind her head, and her booted feet crossed at the ankle.
“I brought us treats.”
Her head turned toward me. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure I just had a snack.” She winked and then waggled her eyebrows at me.
I chuckled low and licked my lips, thinking about her coming all over my face. “No, baby. I’m pretty sure I had the snack. But I’m still feeling a little hungry. We can always head back to the tent and I can try for a four course meal.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Not yet, Tattoo Boy. Let’s see what you have in here.” She sat up and started rummaging through the basket between us.
It surprised me she hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to head back to the tent and make love again. Livingston Nova never once, a day in her life, passed up the opportunity for me to put my mouth on her. Not even for food.
I looked up at the sky and not to my surprise, it was still cloud covered. I sighed. “Still no stars.”
Liv only smiled at me and pulled a small wooden board covered in cheeses and crackers, fruits, meats, and all of that shit girls loved to eat. I’d gotten it from the local grocer.
“You got a charcuterie board, Nova?” she asked with big eyes. “Look at you getting all fancy on me.”
I just smiled and shook my head at her as I pulled out the champagne bottle that was thankfully plenty cold from sitting in the car. “Champagne, too, Madam,” I said in some kind of fake, fancy attempt at a Frenchman’s accent.