Page 109 of The Encore Effect

“No surprises here,” he said as he dragged his knuckle over her seam, his cock kicking behind the placket of his jeans when he found her already wet through the cotton.

“Keep looking.”

He fisted the edge of her dress and lifted it over her head, dropping it in the grass beside them and leaving her in only her panties. He sucked in a breath as his eyes landed on the surprise.

Beneath the curve of one of her breasts, a hummingbird, identical to the one on his hand, had been inked onto her skin, the tattoo still covered with the translucent wrap applied to fresh ink. He bracketed the design with his hand, his hummingbird side by side with hers.

“When did you do this?” he asked, resisting the urge to run his fingers over the skin he knew must still be tender.

“This afternoon. Do you like it?” she asked, biting her lip nervously.

“I fucking love it.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips gently over the tattoo.

“I wanted to wear you on my body, the way you wear me on yours,” she said softly, her cheeks pinkening as though she were embarrassed by the confession.

Emotion made his voice thick and husky. “I love you.”

She brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes and pressed her lips to his. “I love you, too.”

He tumbled her to the grass, careful not to place his hands over the fresh tattoo, before tugging his shirt over his head and adding it to the pile with her dress. From his position on his knees, he undid his belt, holding her eyes as he worked the leather through the metal buckle. He’d never get over the way she looked at him, the heady mix of lust and love in her eyes as she raked her attention over his body, the way her eyes darkened when he slid his jeans over his hips and took his erection in hand, slowly pumping his hand over the swollen shaft.

He lay by her side, tangling their legs together on the soft blanket and trailing his fingertips over her bare skin, watching in fascination as goosebumps rose in their wake. “Fuck. Look at you,” he marveled.

She shimmied out of her panties, her knees falling open, revealing herself to him, and he slid his fingers between her legs, filling the place where she was warm and wet. She sighed contentedly as his fingers found her clit, lightly stroking her. There was no need to rush. He could luxuriate in the endless stretch of time before them, slowly bring her to her climax as many times as she could take, then slide inside and find his own release in the cradle of her body. It was more than he’d dared to hope for during those long years they’d been apart.

“Look at you,” he repeated, wonder filling his voice, as she arched into his touch. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Your mouth.”

He was all too happy to oblige, lying on his stomach between her legs and wrapping one arm around her thigh, he teased them both with one long, slow lick between her folds. She shivered against him, so he did it again and again until they were both shaking with need.

“Please, Beckett.”

“Please, what, love? Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. You should know that by now.”

“Please make me come.”

“Gladly.”

He sucked her clit between his lips, worried the swollen bud with his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth, drove one finger into her slick entrance, then another, and another, curling and coaxing her orgasm to the surface. She gasped, her thighs closing around his head, and he forced them back open, sucking and licking until she grabbed his hair, holding his mouth to her pussy as she cried out her pleasure.

He lifted his head, looking up at her from between her legs, the lust-drunk expression on her face going straight to his cock as he continued to slowly work his fingers inside of her. “Better be quiet, Luna, or the whole neighborhood will hear you.”

Her cheeks darkened, the blush spreading down her chest, over her perfect tits. He reached up and grabbed a handful, squeezing, as he lowered his mouth to her again. This time when she came, she clamped a hand over her mouth, screaming into her palm as her back arched off the blanket.

“What do you want?” he asked again, lazily pumping his fingers in and out of her dripping entrance.

“Your cock,” she panted, tugging on his arm to pull him up. As soon as she could reach, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, dragging her fist over him and guiding him to her entrance.

He slid inside on one smooth stroke. When he was seated fully, they both groaned in relief, her body stretching to make room for him in her snug heat. After a few experimental thrusts, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so he was on his back and she was on top, straddling him.

“Want to see your pretty new ink,” he said, gripping her thighs and urging her to ride him.

She obliged, her tits bouncing in the moonlight as he fucked her. She whimpered, her head falling back as her hips moved faster. He found her clit again, rubbing it in hard, fast circles to match the pace of her hips.

“Oh, God, Beckett,” she moaned, her thighs shaking, “I’m going to come again.”

“Do it,” he grunted. “Come on my cock, Luna. Don’t care if you can’t be quiet. Let everyone hear.”

She rested her hands on his chest, raising her hips and slamming them down faster and harder as she raced towards her orgasm. “I love you,” she gasped just before she came, her pussy pulsing around him in firm, demanding grasps that drew his own release from him.

He came in long, hot bursts as he whispered her name to the stars. When at last it was over, she collapsed on his chest, curled on top of him with his softening cock still inside her, trailing “I love you”s across his skin.

“Can’t wait to marry you,” he said, kissing her temple.

She looked up at him, sleepy and satisfied. “We have the rest of our lives.”

As they lay there in the garden he’d built for her, finding flowers in the constellations overhead and clinging to each other, he realized he had all he’d ever wanted—more than he’d dared to hope for—because he had her.