Page 106 of Spicy Ever After
I press my lips to the slope of her neck, drinking in her scent. Loving the way her chestnut hair falls behind my shoulder.
“You smell delicious,” I purr against her ear. Nibble it. It’s as soft and sweet as an apricot. And by the way she shivers against me, it’s a tender little erogenous zone. “Mmmm…I can’t wait until I can spend hours discovering what you like. Where you like to be touched… kissed…”
“Beck…” She reaches back, her left hand sinking into the hair at my nape as she squirms.
Her ass presses snuggly against my erection, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
Jesus Christ, the sight of her spilled out on top of me? The fact that my hands are free to roam her perfect body? I’m doomed.
I reach up and tap the remaining clasp that holds her overalls up. “May I?”
She nods, and just like that, I pop the clasp. I push down the bib, exposing her midriff and the ivory skin of her belly. My right hand glides over the gentle swell of her belly while my left slips under her top, and we both moan.
“You feel… so good…”
“Me?” Her one-word question is high pitched and reedy. “Your hands are… hot… and calloused.” I feel her swallow hard. “Such a turn on…”
My hands are calloused and her skin is so crazy soft. “Let me know if it’s too rough, honey.”
She shakes her head. “I like it.” And then I close my hand around her left breast, and she sucks in a gasp, dropping her head back on my right shoulder. “Oh… Oh…”
Her breasts are fucking spectacular. I pull up her top so I can watch as I cup them with both hands. When she gave them to me earlier, I thought I’d lose my mind in them. I want to spend a whole day with my face buried right here.
“So fucking gorgeous—” My heart pounds hard against her back. I’m sure she can feel it. “Jesus Christ.”
She writhes against me as I caress and squeeze. I want to suckle her tight nipples, to take as much of her into my mouth, and gladly suffocate under the rest.
“I gotta warn you—” My breath is choppy. “You moving like that? I might come in my pants.”
She tenses in my arms. “A-are you… joking?”
I tighten my hold on her perfect goddamn breasts. “Hell, no. Hattie, honey, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” I sweep my tongue up her neck and behind her ear. “My only hope is that I make you come before I lose it with you on top of me.”
It is the fucking truth. My balls are so tight they’re practically in my ribcage.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, snapping her hips. “Please?—”
If she’s begging for me to touch her, I’m the luckiest man alive. I free her right breast and let my fingers skate down to her navel. “May I?”
She balls a fist against my thigh before thumping it firmly. “God, yes. Please?—”
And that’s all I need. I flatten my hand on the soft flesh low on her belly and she wriggles.
“Lower,” she demands.
I chuckle into her hair. “I’m going, honeysuckle. Just wanna feel you… You’re so damn soft.”
My hand disappears beneath the waist of her bunched overalls. She mewls when I sweep my fingertips along her bikini line, tracing the elastic band of her panties. I want to yank the overalls all the way off her so I can see. Watch. But I can’t let it come to that. No one on my crew has a reason to be in here right now, but there’s still a dozen men on the grounds.
And none of them are going to see Hattie like that.
“Beck—” She fists the hand in my hair, tugging insistently. No one’s ever pulled my hair like this. It sends a bolt of white-hot pleasure straight to my balls.
“Hattie—” My hips roll beneath her, my dick swelling and grinding into her sweet ass.
“Touch me!” she insists. “Down there!”
I reach lower and the tips of my fingers touch soft curls. I groan against her ear.
