I reached behind her and took the bigger than normal swing seat and tossed it over the branches until it was raised, tugging on it to make sure it would hold.

“What’s going on?”

Without answering, I turned back to her and pushed her bra down underneath her breasts, positioning them so I could lean in and lick one and then the other. I shoved them together and sucked hard, making her gasp out as she clutched me.

This is what she craved. Intensity. Consuming need. I’d sensed it in her from the moment she played, and I burned for her, my entire body throbbing, shaking with need. “I feel like I’ve walked away from you a thousand times. But not this time,” I murmured.

She nodded and that was all the acquiescence I needed. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it with hers. I unzipped her jeans and shoved them down, my hands cupping her ass and squeezing. God, she was beautiful. “I love you in red, V,” I said, fingering the lace of her panties.

With need riding me, I fell to my knees and kissed her stomach, my tongue delving in her navel. Worshipping her. I bit her hipbones and then sucked them gently as I eased her boots off.

She cried out my name beseechingly as I slipped my fingers inside her panties and burrowed inside, finding her hot and wet. Fuck, yeah. My fingers skimmed her pussy and then teased her entrance, her juices making it easy for me to slide in. I rolled her clit around as she squirmed to get more of me. “You been thinking about me all day?” I said, my voice low, my breathing winded.

She nodded, her head tossed back as I slid my fingers in and out of her. “Yes,” she ground out. “I wanted you on the ride. I wanted to sit in front of you on your horse while you did this until I came.”

My heart raced, and my adrenaline shot sky high. I needed more. I needed her riding my cock.

But first …

I eased her panties down and she stepped out of them. “Sit back on the swing and spread your legs,” I rasped out. “Scoot your body forward, V, so I can put my mouth on you.”

She sat down and parted her legs for me, her eyes glowing. “Make me burn for you.”

I cupped her breasts and raked my eyes over her, soaking it in. She looked gorgeous and ready, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips plump from where I’d kissed her. I placed her hands on the chains of the swing and positioned her legs further apart until she was spread before me beautifully, her body glistening for me.

Desperation drove me. I had to have her taste, her smell in my mouth.

On my knees, I pulled the swing forward with one hand and pressed her hot core against my stiff tongue. The fingers of my other hand explored her gently, even as my tongue pillaged and took control. She writhed and leaned back, bucking to give me more access. Desire owned me as I delved into her, my fingers finding her sweetest spot. I rubbed her wetness around, some soft strokes, some more insistent, her little cries driving me on. She was letting go, her body flushed and straining to come.

“I want to touch you,” she gasped out.

“Be still,” I rumbled against her. “Going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” My hand tightened on the swing, yanking her closer. My tongue and lips devoured her as I rubbed her harder, working her clit and then moving away to tease her honeyed entrance.

She panted, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.

“Wider,” I demanded, nudging her legs apart more. “More, V, I need more.”

She bit her lip and whimpered as she edged lower and spread her legs even more, her hips jerking as she tried to get more friction. “Please, Sebastian.”

I lifted my head and gazed into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, V. I want to remember you like this forever. Begging for my touch.”

She squirmed and keened. “Just make me come, or I’ll kill you.”

Heat zipped up my spine. “Hang on, baby.” I lowered my head, taking her sex hard with an open mouth, my fingers probing and twisting rapidly. She called out my name and stiffened, her tits quivering as she came hard against me. I held on tightly, embracing her hips with my arm and watching her face as she let go. Moments went by as she clenched and unclenched her muscles around my finger, milking me. I continued to touch her, making it last, wanting my dick in her so bad I could cry. Nothing in the world mattered but this. Her.

Finally her hips slowed and she sat up. “How was that?” I whispered against her nipples, my lips unable to stop tasting her skin. She was addictive.

She stared at me and the beauty of the moment blew me away, because her face was so open—with an unnamed emotion on it.

“You on your knees … your mouth on me. I may die now,” she whispered softly.

“Good. But we aren’t done yet.” I stood up and unzipped my jeans and shoved them off. My tight underwear came next. I tugged my boots off and rolled on a condom I’d taken from my pocket. I stood before her and fisted my cock. I let my heavy gaze slide over her breasts and I reached out to thumb her nipple. I growled, “Now grip those chains and lean back in that swing and get ready.”

She obliged with wide eyes, and I pulled her closer and kissed her long and hard, my mouth taking her soft lips. I moved down to her neck and shoulders and to her breast, which I suckled like a needy kitten, pushing her breasts together and taking as much as I could in my mouth. “You taste good, V.”

She trembled and pulled my head up. “Sebastian, look, I’m feeling so much here, and it isn’t just sex. It’s—”

I got her. “You’re everything in a woman I’ve ever wanted, V. It scares me too, and I don’t know what it means—”

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