Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Last night hadn’t just been about the sex, though fuck, knowing I’m her first is still a fucking incredible feeling. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought. She looked so good beneath me, her face contorted in pleasure, pleasure I and only I could give her. Shit, my mind’s getting as off track as we are.
No, it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about connection. A connection I’ve never experienced before, one that I don’t ever want to let go of. I don’t care what it’s called—fate or destiny or dumb luck—Autumn’s meant to be mine. And she is because I’m never letting her go.
“I know, but the real best view is this way,” Autumn calls out, tugging me after her.
“Really?” I’m a little skeptical considering all I can see is trees and plants. “Where—holy shit.”
She’s right. This is the best view. The trunks and branches of two large oak trees frame the outline of the town below, making it look like a painting. Apartment blocks, shops, and gardens look idyllic from up here, the cars and people milling around as small as ants. But it’s the look on Autumn’s face that really makes it.
She’s grinning from ear to ear, leaning against the trunk of the right tree, watching me for my reaction. She steals my damn breath away.
“It’s beautiful.” I stare right at her while I say it so that she knows damn well I don’t just mean the view. Blush creeps on her skin, and her eyes sparkle. The sight of her combines with my memories of her flushed face the night before, and suddenly I think that if I don’t get to touch her again, I might die. It’s a unique kind of longing, the urge to lay claim to her in every way possible. I need to know what she tastes like right from the source, need to know everything.
She brings out a possessive side of me I never knew existed, but it’s one I’m more than willing to embrace. We’re hidden in this section of the trees, which is good because like fuck am I sharing her with anyone else. Mine. Only mine.
I need to prove it again.
“What are you doing?” she asks curiously as I take a step towards her, making her lean more heavily against the tree.
“There’s far too much space between us.” We’re so close now, so I reach out and cup the back of her neck. “And it occurred to me that even after everything we did last night, I’ve neglected a very important task.”
Autumn frowns, her breath shaking as she inhales sharply when I press a kiss to her neck and begin to lower to my knees. Sticks and undergrowth crunch beneath my knees as I hit the ground in front of her.
“What?” She looks down at me with big eyes. Fuck, so damn gorgeous.
“I don’t know how you taste.” My hands skim up her thighs to her waist, fingers hooking into her waistband. “And that is a damn crime.”
“Here?” she squeaks, looking around.
“Don’t want to wait.” I tug her leggings down. She arches off the tree a little to make it easier for me, showing me how much she agrees with me even if she is nervous. “I’ll take care of you, Autumn. We’re alone. Nobody gets to see you like this but me, understood? Ever.”
She nods rapidly, and I grin at her before dropping my gaze to the junction of her thighs that’s now perfectly positioned in front of my face. Her leggings pool around her ankles. I stroke my thumb over the inside of her thighs, and she parts them automatically.
“So perfect, sweetheart. Every fucking inch of you.”
I don’t have the patience to make either of us wait a second longer. Not when I’m practically drooling at the sight of her like this, breath ragged and eyes wide while she stares down at me, exposed to my gaze in the middle of the woods. Fuck.
I surge forward, gripping her thighs, and press my face between them. She gasps when my stubble scratches at her soft skin, then whimpers as my tongue sweeps through her damp center. I groan against her flesh at the first taste, immediately knowing she’s my new favorite treat.
Autumn makes the neediest, most addictive sounds. I explore her with my mouth, teasing her by dipping my tongue into her entrance and pressing kisses to her pussy and thighs.
“Need something, sweetheart?” I smile at her.
“I…I don’t know,” Autumn gasps, her hips jerking a little like she wants to ride my face. Fuck, I want that. “Just…more.”
I slide my hands higher, cupping her ass and lifting her so she’s pinned between me and the tree with her feet dangling off the ground. “Rock your hips. That’s it, sweetheart, ride my face. Take what you need. So fucking good, Autumn, you taste so fucking good,” I praise in a rush of mumbled words that are muffled by her core.