Blush for Me (Page 40)

“What are you looking for?”

“Marshmallows. Please tell me you didn’t bring me out here to sit by a gorgeous fire without marshmallows.”

“I’m not cruel,” I reply, and pull out a bag of them, holding them in the air. “What will you give me for them?”

“The best blow job of your life.”

“Done.” I immediately pass them to her, making her giggle. “And don’t think I won’t collect.”

“Well, I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” she replies, batting her eyelashes at me.

“You have the longest eyelashes.”

“They’re fake,” she says, and spears a marshmallow on a stick.

“Excuse me?”

“Fake,” she repeats. “I get them done every couple of weeks.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I don’t kid about eyelashes,” she says, and tosses me a sassy smile. “Oh, shit, it’s on fire.”

She pulls the stick out of the fire and blows out the flame, then tugs the gooey mess off the stick.

“This looks so good.” She takes a bite, then holds the rest up for me, which I take, sucking on her fingers in the process. Her eyes widen, and suddenly she straddles me, kissing me with sticky lips, not that I care.

But this kiss isn’t hurried and crazy, it’s lazy. Erotic as fuck. She’s grinding herself on me, making my breath catch, and her hands are cupping my face as she has her way with me.

I want her. I never stop wanting her.

But I refuse to have sex with her out here, where anyone from the condos behind us could watch. I’m not an exhibitionist, and I sure as fuck won’t be showing Kat off to anyone.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with her.

I roll us on the blanket, tucking her under me and shielding her from prying eyes. Her hands are under my shirt, her nails dragging up and down my back, sending goose bumps up and down my body.

“I’ve never had sex on the beach before,” she murmurs.

“You’re not going to now either,” I reply, and chuckle when she sticks her lower lip out in a pout. I bite it. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you come, but you won’t be getting naked.”

“You’re no fun.”

I cock a brow. “No?”

She smiles. “Well, you’re a little fun.”

I kiss her neck, licking from her collarbone to her ear, and feel her squirm beneath me. I know that her neck is her sweet spot.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she whispers, and buries her fingers in my hair, keeping me close. “You give good neck.”

I grin and give the other side the same attention, then rest my lips on hers.

“I’m going to unbutton your blouse, but I will not expose your breasts. It’ll be your job to keep them covered.”

“I can’t be put to work right now,” she replies breathlessly. “My boyfriend is making me hot. I have no blood flow to my brain.”

“Open your eyes.”

She complies.

“It’s dark down here, and I don’t think anyone could see much anyway, but your body is just for me to enjoy. Just me.”

“I can live with that.”

“Excellent. So keep these amazing breasts covered so I don’t have to kill anyone for gawking at them.”

“We could go inside.”

I smile and kiss her nose. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Good point.”

I unfasten the buttons on her shirt and leave wet kisses down her chest to her belly.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Wait; do I have to be quiet?”

“No. The waves will drown you out.”

“Thank goodness,” she says with a sigh. “You know, I might have been wrong. You might be a little fun.”

“Let’s see if we can do better than a little.”

I unzip her pants and slide them down her hips. I want to spread her wide and eat her until we’re both writhing in the pure joy of it, but I can’t do that here. So instead, I keep my head over her torso, sure to keep her pussy covered by my shoulders and chest, and reach down to pet her smooth pubis.

“Fucking hell, you have good hands,” she moans, her head thrashing side to side. I bite her navel and grin when she cries out, gripping the blanket at her hips.

“Hold on to your shirt,” I remind her, and insert two fingers deep into her. “I’m going to make you come, and I don’t want you to drop the shirt.”

“We could have left it buttoned.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, and begin to work her over, mercilessly. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, wanting more. Needing more.

And I need to give it to her.

I nudge the shirt aside with my nose and suck on her nipple. Gently at first, then building in intensity until she’s mewling softly, her body completely taking over now. She’s mindless. She’s completely at my mercy.

And I fucking can’t get enough of her.

With my fingers completely buried in her, I press my thumb to her clit. Not too hard, because she’s especially sensitive there during sex, but enough to make her back arch up off the blanket and her hips circle.

“Mac!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. God, you’re sweet.” Her pussy tightens again around my fingers. “You’re so fucking tight. Do you have any idea how you turn me on?”