“Yep.” Holding her gaze with his, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. His cock was fully erect, a bead of liquid at the head. He pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself.

“Over you go.” He turned her over and positioned her on hands and knees.

Hungry shivers sprang to life as her shirt and bra gaped open, leaving her breasts dangling. On the blanket, her knees sank into the spongy ground.

And he was behind her, his knees straddling her calves, his erection pressing against her pussy.

“Already wet and ready for me.” Satisfaction was in his masculine rumble. His fingers ran over her, spreading the moisture, and pushing between her legs to tease her clit. He thrust, slowly, firmly, not stopping until he was completely inside her.

Her pulse went erratic. Her nipples contracted into tiny, tight, aching buds.

“Damn, you feel good.” But he didn’t move.

Why didn’t he move? Fine, she’d move. She wiggled slightly, then rocked forward.

He started to slide out until, with a low chuckle, he gripped her hips and held her in place. “Hold still, Goldie.”

“But…”

Pressing in again, he leaned over her, one hand closing on her breast, the other moving between her legs—and finding her clit.

“Oooh.”

His laugh was a low rumble in her ear. “Let’s take care of you first, sweetheart.”

Slowly, he moved his slickened finger up one side and down the other, rubbing firmly, never too long in one place.

His shaft was thick within her, and unmoving as he played her, teased her. He pinched a nipple gently—and did the same to her clit until electricity sizzled between the two sensitive sites.

Involuntarily, her hips wiggled, trying to get him to thrust, but his cock remained unmoving, even as she throbbed around him.

His finger never stopped, circling, tapping, rubbing, teasing. Driving her right to the edge of climax. The pressure inside grew, desire an insistent pulse between her legs. Her hands clenched on the blanket.

“Gaaabe…”

He squeezed her breast, making her gasp—and clench down around him.

Finally, he moved. Sliding out, pressing in once gently. Then he set up a driving rhythm, one that jolted her hips. Every thrust rubbed her clit against the fingers still between her legs, and each time, he rubbed the side firmly before his cock withdrew.

Need gripped her with demanding claws, tightening all her muscles, and each ruthless slide inside her became unbearable and wonderful. Each light touch, each deep penetration increased her urgency, until she was trembling and poised on the brink of coming.

With a low laugh, he thrust harder and moved his finger to the very top of her clit.

Pleasure flooded her senses, wave after dizzying wave pouring through her body, fueled by the unrelenting pounding of his shaft.