“How’s that little clit of yours?” he whispered against her, kissing her throat as he thrust again.
She gasped. That was such a…direct thing to say. He seemed to know just how to shock her. It aroused her at the same time. “I…I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you touch it and find out?”
A full-body tremble swept through her. God, that was so naughty. It was daylight, and he could see all of her. Was he going to watch? Her eyes slid open even as her hand slid down between the two of them, brushing through the wet curls. She pushed between the lips of her sex, finding her clit, and gasped at how sensitive it felt. She must have tried to rub the darn thing off last night. Beth Ann could feel her cheeks flushing. “Tender,” she said in a low voice.
His gaze watched her face. “What if you touch it lightly?” Thrust.
She gave a low whimper, and his eyes gleamed.
“Touch yourself, Beth Ann,” he said, and she did. She stroked the little nub with gentle fingers, and sensation raced through her hips. She clenched tight around him, and he groaned in response. “Just like that.” He sat up on the next thrust, and tugged her forward, so he was sitting up as she lay in the ground, resting on his legs, her hips cradled in his lap.
So he could watch her touch herself as he f**ked her. Her entire body flushed even as her ni**les got harder and tighter at the thought. His next thrust was shallower thanks to her tilted position, but the gleam in his eyes told her he was still enjoying himself. Her hand moved back down to her sex and she stroked her clit lightly, and bit her lip.
“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t bite it back. I want you to tell me how it feels.”
She froze under him. “I…”
“Is your clit soft?” he asked, his voice husky, his gaze intense. Oh mercy, she loved that intense look on his face. As if he could devour her whole with his eyes.
“Soft,” she admitted, and stroked the pad of her finger over her clit again, moaning when he gave another shallow thrust.
“And how does it feel?”
She swallowed, hard. Forced herself to squeak the words out. “Like…lightning racing through me…when you thrust.”
“Keep touching yourself, then,” he murmured. “Until you come. Want to watch you.”
She stroked her clit again. It was swollen to touch, so she was delicate and light with her fingers, but it was also extremely sensitive. She whimpered when he thrust again, and rubbed harder.
“Touch your ni**les,” he said, and she did. She flicked one and then twisted it, hissing out a breath when it sent a bolt of sensation rocketing through her again.
He rolled his hips slightly, and she felt the ripples of pleasure all through her body. Another moan erupted from her.
“So f**king beautiful,” he bit out. “Watching you touch yourself with my c**k deep inside you.”
She whimpered again, as just his words were making her crazy with need. Her pu**y pulsed with desire, and her fingers stroked faster, harder. Her hand teased her nipple and she began to pant.
“You like the feel of my c**k deep inside you?”
That was so incredibly dirty. Here she was, a woman that didn’t even cuss, and he was saying all these dirty things to her. Worse, it was arousing her. A thrill shot through her and she flicked her clit harder. “Yes,” she whimpered.
“Then tell me.”
“I like it,” she managed to say, even as she rubbed harder. God, he was impaling her, his c**k was so hard and thick. And she was saying dirty things back to him, and didn’t even care. She felt her pu**y shiver all around his thick length deep inside her.
“What do you like?”
“I love your cock,” she panted, rubbing. Oh mercy, she was so close. “Deep inside me. Making me…come.” Her last word ended in a moan as an orgasm blasted through her and she clenched hard. He swore and pushed her forward, and then he was over her, f**king her hard and thrusting deep, and her orgasm continued to build.
She cried out as he slammed into her. And oh God, she was still coming, and he kept thrusting into her, and she couldn’t think, and her legs were so tight with her orgasm that she was going to shatter and oh my God—
And then he shouted a word that sounded like her name mashed together, and gave one last, hard thrust, and fell over her, panting.
Dazed, she wrapped her arms around him. This was totally not her—dirty talking, “one-night stand Beth Ann” was not “demure town Beth Ann.” Her mission to be different had just headed off on a major U-turn.
And she was not complaining.
He lifted up off her and looked down at her face. “You are amazing.”
She smiled. “Flatterer.”
“I speak the truth,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.
“So what now?” she asked.
He glanced up at the sky. Crystal clear, and orange with dawn. “Breakfast, and then I guess we can see about heading back into town.”
“Great,” she said with a smile. But for some reason, she didn’t feel all that enthusiastic about it.
“Thank you for a wonderful weekend,” Colt said. “Have to say that I enjoyed myself.”
“A wonderful weekend?” she said with a laugh, gesturing at the ground. “Even with all this mud and rain?”
He gave her a hot look. “A very wonderful weekend.”
A blush crept over her cheeks. “I’ll make a note to get stranded more often, so you can come rescue me more often.”
For some reason, the look on his face became a little more forced. “You do that, and I promise to come after you.” He gave her an intense look. “No regrets, I hope?”
“I regret all the dirt under my nails,” she admitted, and then added, “But nothing else.” And she kissed his hard mouth to prove it.
Her pulse fluttered at the sight of that dimple when he smiled.
They cleaned up the small campsite as best they could when the sun was high. Colt banked the fire while she straightened up the cabin and gathered trash. She hadn’t realized that they had any trash, but empty MRE bags and open condom wrappers qualified. So she’d stashed it all and tied the bag tight, tucking it into a corner of the shed. “Should we take it with us?”
“Nah. I’ll send Brenna out for it tomorrow, and she can resupply the cabin. Don’t worry about it.”