until his fingers dipped into the folds of her swollen sex. “I want to feel you, smell you, taste you…” He held her easily as he brought his glistening fingers wet with her fluids to his mouth and sucked them, his eyes never leaving hers.
Bailey drew a staggering breath at the sight as she watched him. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he fed himself from her.
“God, you taste better than honey and spice.” He dipped his hand once again, fingers playing along her heated core, dipping the tip of his middle finger inside her as she moved against the pressure. Then again, he pulled his hand out to taste. She was surprised when he placed one finger to her mouth and traced her lips before sucking his finger clean again. Bailey watched his eyes glitter with hunger and savage lust. Raw and unfettered.
With another growl, he dropped to his knees and laid her on the mossy ground. He trailed kisses down her chin and neck as he made his way to her breasts, cupping them with his strong hands and playing her nipples between his fingers. He nuzzled his face against her, his hot breath giving rise to gooseflesh on her skin.
“Fuck, I want you.” Bailey closed her eyes and groaned as her body reacted, breasts tightening, nipples hard, and her pussy slick with heat. The heady scent of sandalwood filled her with a sense of unquenchable need.
He suckled her breast, teasing her tightening areola with his tongue, tugging gently at her nipple with his teeth. His mouth moved farther down her stomach, and his head dipped between her legs.
“Ah!” she cried out as his tongue slid against her, curling and flicking her clit.
His hand molded to her breast as he came up and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue fighting for occupation in her mouth, then back down between her legs to lick and suck the tender flesh. He hooked his other hand under her thigh, lifting her to delve his tongue deeply into the heat of her pulsing core.
She grasped his hair, squeezing her hands against the coolness of the short curls while his face worked gloriously between her legs. She pulled him up for another kiss, licking her own juices from his shiny wet lips. His eyes had been closed, and when he opened them, a yellow ring of amber had pushed all the blue from his irises.
Forrest snarled as he took two fingers and plunged them into her pussy, his teeth nipping her lower lip.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned into his mouth.
“Yes,” he said. “That’s the plan.”
He pulled his fingers from her and steadied his large, solid cock between her thighs. He rubbed the head against her clit, making her squirm beneath him, pleasure enhanced by the building excitement.
Bailey forced herself to stop moving against him. She needed to feel him inside her. She wanted him, at that moment, more than she wanted air. “I want you. I want you in me. Now. Fuck me.”
Growling, Forrest leaned back and flipped Bailey onto her knees, her ass pressed against his thighs. With the flat of his palm, he pressed the middle of her back down until her elbows rested on the ground and her buttocks were on full display for him.
Her insecurities niggled their way through the heady lust, and she tried to move away. This was not a flattering angle.
“Stop,” Forrest commanded. He splayed his hands across her cheeks, spreading her open for his view. “Your ass is as sweet as your pussy.”
“Jayz-z-zus,” she stuttered as his blatant observation stole her breath. He traced the curves of her bottom with his fingers while his thumbs slid the crack. She heard a whimper and a chuckle. The whimper was her, the chuckle, him. God, he had her right where he wanted her. “Don’t play games with me, Forrest.”
“But I like playing games with you, Bailey.” His slid the head of his cock between the slick folds and used the tip to circle her clit.”
“Fucking hell,” Bailey gritted out. “Take me already. Now.”
His hand slipped around her chest, cupping