“Someone was confident,” she says.
I shrug. “I never go into battle expectin’ to lose.”
She grins and wastes no time, pulling her shirt up over her head so that she’s lying there in a black lace bra, her boots, and jeans. The tattoo I gave her a few days ago is starting to heal and my cock jerks in my jeans when I fixate on it. I’ll have to be sure not to aggravate it but I’m gonna make this so good for her that she won’t even be thinking about it.
I get down on my knees, placing them on either side of her legs, and reach forward to undo the middle clasp on her bra. I’m happy to see that she still wears this kind. I think they’re hot as fuck the way it pops open and releases her tits.
Her nipples pucker further due to being exposed to the air and I bend down and suckle one in my mouth. Reagan’s hand goes to my head automatically, and I can’t help but chuckle against her skin. She told me once it frustrated her that my head was completely shaved because it didn’t give her anything to hold on to. I told her I’d walk around town with her fingernail scratches on my scalp proudly.
I squeeze her tit in my large hand and bite down lightly on her nipple. She sucks in a breath and then moans, her fingers pressing harder against my scalp. Using my elbows to keep my weight off her, I take each one of her tits in my hands and move my focus from one to the other and back again until she’s writhing underneath me.
I move down her body, trailing my tongue down her abdomen until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Time for these to go.
Moving back farther, I untie her boots and remove them, then undo the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. I grin when I see she wore matching panties to her bra. Obviously I wasn’t the only one who hoped this might happen.
When I tug her jeans down her legs, she sticks her bottom lip out. “No fair that I’m going to be naked and you’re fully dressed.”
Reaching behind my head, I grip my T-shirt and pull it forward and off. She licks her lips as her eyes take in all the ink down my arms and abdomen. Yeah, she’s still into me.
“What about your pants?” she asks.
I get back down on my knees and spread her legs so that I can rest between them. If I take off my pants, I’ll have no self-control and I’ll be rutting into her like an animal in seconds flat. “Got somethin’ I wanna do first.”
I take my thumb and press it to her most sensitive spot over top of the lace and move it in a circle. Her back arches off the blanket with a long groan. I grin and move the lace to the side, running my fingers through her slick folds. Fuck, she’s wet. So wet, and I can’t wait to have her sweetness on my tongue again. In fact, what the hell am I waiting for?
I quickly peel her underwear down her legs then settle between her thighs again before spreading her with my thumbs. Her hand rests back on top of my head and I lick her from the bottom to the top, savoring her flavor. It’s like the rattlesnake inside my chest slows, then becomes silent when I taste her again.
I work her with my tongue, taking special care to concentrate on her clit to the point that she writhes under me so much I have to use one hand to hold her in place on her abdomen. I lick, I suck, I plunge, hell, I do everything I know she gets off on and within minutes her back is arching off the blanket and she comes with a ferocity I’ve never seen.
Damn, I’ve missed this woman.
Chapter Seven
Reagan
I come harder than I have in years—maybe ever—and it feels so good because it’s been a long, long time since I’ve come because of anything other than my own efforts.
I’m panting when I slowly open my eyes and see the blue sky and clouds above, feel the sun heating my bare chest. The feeling is indulgent and euphoric, and I bask in it for a minute before I raise up on my elbows to look down at Moose. He’s raising up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jeez, that’s so hot. As is he. If anything, he’s only gotten better over the years. He’s even more cut than before and there’s some new ink on him. I want to map it all out like I used to and discover all his new treasures. But there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I just want to get this man naked.
He must be on the same wavelength because he stands without saying a word and then undoes his boots. One by one they thud to the ground, then I watch him undo his pants. His eyes haven’t moved off of me for a second like he’s afraid I’m gonna run away. Are you kidding me? I just got the opening act to end all opening acts. I’m totally down for the main event.
I crawl over to him on my hands and knees while he works at opening his belt. His blue eyes become fierce and his nostrils flare every time he breathes as though he’s trying to keep himself in check while he watches me.
When I reach him, I rise up on my knees and take over for him, popping his button open and unzipping his fly.
“What’re you doin’, honey?” he asks, his palm cradling my cheek.
“What I want to do.” I barely recognize my own voice it’s so laced with lust and desire.
He lets out a low chuckle that sounds like a growl escaped. “Far be it from me to not give you what ya want.”
I grin as I reach up and push his jeans and boxer briefs down so I can pull him out. He weighs heavy in my palm. Moose is so tall that I can’t give him head while I’m on my knees—I just don’t reach. But I use my hand to pump him a few times and watch as he watches me, and it is absolutely one of the hottest things ever.
“Ditch the pants and go lie down,” I tell him.
He doesn’t argue, getting naked in record time and then lying down on the blanket. I crawl up his large, muscled body, letting my nipples drift over his legs as I do. The hair on them rubs against my taut peaks and I moan from the pleasure it entices.
Once I’ve reached my destination, I grip the base of his cock. The first time I ever saw it, I’ll admit, I was scared. He’s big. Like really big. Moose is big and tall and bulky, and everything about his package matches the rest of his body. So no, I can’t take him all the way in my mouth but he’s never seemed to mind.
I pump his rock-hard shaft a few times before I let my lips glide over the mushroom tip. I progressively inch him deeper and deeper in my mouth while I continue to twist my hand around the base.
His hand lands in my messy bun at the top of my head when I groan and I taste his precum. Doubling my efforts, I pick up the pace and he starts thrusting into my mouth, holding me there for a few seconds with his hand on my head. I love being able to get him off like this—it’s such a powerful feeling.
But before I can finish him off, he jackknifes up into a sitting position and pulls me off of him.
“’Nuff of that or I’ll be busting a nut in no time and I’ve got plans for us.” His voice is gruff.
I press my lips together to suppress a smile. “And what exactly are those plans?”
“Why don’t you put that condom on me and find out?” He arches one eyebrow.
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I crawl over to the plastic package he dropped earlier and he lays back down. Then I return to my position between his legs, rip open the package with my teeth, and slowly work it down his length. I’ve just got it to the base when he hauls me up over the top of his waist.