“Alone enough,” he said. “No one’s going to come out this far.” And he stepped forward, pressing his weight between her legs and tilting his head up to kiss her. From this vantage point, she was taller than him, but not by much. It actually put her breasts at the perfect height, and oh, he had plans for those tits.

She bent in to kiss him, her mouth brushing against his, and he tugged her closer, pulling her forward on the rock until her body was flush with his. He kept kissing her, his mouth coaxing hers with deep, teasing licks, and his hand went to cup the back of her neck. She moaned against his mouth at that, and he nearly came undone in his pants at the sexy sound. He kissed her harder, and his hand moved from her neck to her bare shoulder, that strange shirt exposing the creamy slope of one breast for him. It wouldn’t take much to tug the collar down and expose her breast for his mouth, and the thought tantalized him. He broke off the kiss with several smaller ones, then dragged his fingers down her bare shoulder. “I want to see you, Edie. I want to put my mouth on those pretty tits of yours.”

She shuddered against him, but her hand went to her shirt, and she tugged it down for him. It was fucking sexy as hell to see, and when her strapless bra was exposed, he took the initiative, peeling it back and revealing one taut nipple. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he told her softly, and enjoyed that she trembled to hear the words. She was so fucking responsive already. It made his dick hard as a rock just to see. “These breasts are gorgeous,” he told her, and it was the truth. The breast now exposed to his gaze was full and rounded, with a small, hard tip, the peak a rosy, dusky shade. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then began to kiss his way down to her breast, making sure to lavish attention to every inch of skin in between. He cupped her breast in his hand, plumping it, and she shivered against him again. He cupped the underside and lifted her breast so the nipple jutted out, utter mouthwatering perfection. And Magnus put his mouth on the tip, stroking his tongue over the pebbled tip.

She sucked in a breath. Her hands moved, went to his hair, and as he tongued and licked her nipple, he could feel her body arching and shivering against him. He lapped at the tip, then swirled around it with his tongue, seeing which movements got the best response out of her. She seemed to like it especially when he dragged his tongue slowly over it, so he did that over and over again, then sucked hard.

Edie gave a small cry, her fingers clenching at the sides of his head. He felt her hips move on the rock, as if subconsciously rocking against him. Fuck, that was sweet. He continued to nibble and suck at that delicious breast, and his other hand went under her skirt, seeking her pussy. He found the crotch of her panties, and groaned to find it soaking wet with arousal. “God, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

A little gasping moan was her response.

He gently bit at her nipple, and her hips pushed against the hand cupping her sex. He looked up at her and she had that sleepy-eyed, oh-so-fuckable look on her face, just like he’d imagined. His cock ached from needing her. “I want to get these panties off you,” he told her. “Take them off. I want you bare for me.” He pushed a finger against her folds, finding her clit through the damp fabric. “Want you ready for me.”

She nodded and hitched up her skirt on both sides, then tilted her weight onto one side, then the other, shimmying her panties down. She tugged them off her legs and then looked around, confused. “I don’t have any place to put them.”

He grabbed them out of her hand and threw them into the bushes.

She gave a startled cry and pounded a fist on his shoulder pad. “I need those!”

Magnus gave her a wicked look. “Not tonight, you don’t.”

Her eyes went heavy-lidded again and her gaze focused on his mouth once more.

Then they were kissing again, drawn together by the heat between them. Wild, passionate, hot kisses that were a clash of tongue and lip, and she made soft little noises of pleasure in her throat at each thrust of his tongue into her mouth that drove him mad. His hand cupped her breast again, unable to stop touching it, touching her, and when she arched against his palm, he wanted more. “Let me lick your pussy,” he murmured between kisses. “Right here. Right now.”

She moaned, and he could feel the little shudder of arousal rippling through her. In contrast with the soft sounds she was making, though, her body grew stiff. “Will someone see?” she asked in a shy voice.

“No one’s out here but us,” he said, and sucked on that sinful upper lip for a moment, until she weakened against him. “I’ll put my head under your skirt and no one will see anything but legs and shoulders. My face and my tongue will be buried between those sweet thighs of yours.”

Edie gave another soft little moan. Then she nodded, kissing him one more time.

Reluctantly, he tugged her blouse up over her gorgeous little breast, because he knew she was concerned about someone seeing. “Feels like a shame to hide this,” he murmured as he did, and she made another one of those soft, breathless noises that told him that his words aroused her as much as his touch did. “Lean back for me,” he told her.

She did, but only halfway, propping up on her elbows so her body wasn’t entirely flat and so she could watch him. And fuck, that was a turn-on, too, that she wanted to see what he was doing, even if it was just the bob of his head under her skirt. He suspected his cat lady had a bit of a dirty side to her.

“Let’s see what we have hiding underneath here,” Magnus said, putting his hands on her thighs and hitching up her skirt. The costume fell to mid-calf on one side of her dress, the other hitched up to her thigh. As he pulled the skirts back, he saw her bad knee, a mass of scar tissue and dimpled surgical scars over her flesh. He ignored it, because he wasn’t sure how she’d take a thorough inspection, and instead kissed his way up her thigh before flipping her skirt over his head and going for the main course.

Underneath her skirt, he could make out the scent of her arousal, and it made his mouth water before he’d even put his lips to her. He felt her body stiffen again; the tension was in the muscles of her thighs, the way she seemed to clench everything as she breathed. His nose brushed against the curls of her mound, and he pressed his tongue against her skin, tasting her. He felt her suck in, and it encouraged him to do more. His tongue pressed harder, and a burst of sweet slickness flavored his tongue. “God, you taste good.”

She shuddered again, and her hand pressed against the back of his head through the skirts, just like he’d fantasized. “Keep going.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” he told her, and buried his face against her flesh, tasting. He explored her with his mouth since he couldn’t with his eyes. The folds of her pussy were wet with her juices, and her clit poked out against his tongue every time he swept his mouth over her. The well of her sex was swollen with arousal, and as he thrust his tongue against it, she squirmed.

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Magnus.”

“You like my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, Edie?” He breathed between licks. He stroked his tongue from core to clit, lapping up her taste.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Then tell me what you want. Show me.”

Her hand pressed down on the back of his head again as he moved toward her clit. “Right there,” she told him in a soft voice. “Suck me there.”

“Yeah?” he murmured, moving to the spot. He swiped his tongue over her clit again and then took the small nub into his mouth, sucking like she’d demanded. There was nothing sexier than a woman that knew what she wanted in bed.

Edie whimpered, a sexy little sound, and her hips began to rise against his face as he licked and sucked at her clit, giving her what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her in place so she couldn’t get away from his ministrations, and as he lapped and flicked his tongue, alternately sucking, her movements grew more and more frantic, her whimpers escalating. “Oh, please. Oh, Magnus. Yes. Right there,” she whispered when his tongue rubbed against the side of her clit. “God, right there. Oh. Oh! I’m going to come. Oh, god, don’t stop! Oh! Oh, god,” she cried out, and her knees raised into the air even as he felt the orgasm rock through her. “Oh,” she whimpered again, the sound so fucking sexy it made his dick throb with every utterance. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” And with every little noise she made, he flicked his tongue again, milking the orgasm so it seemed to last forever.