We walked slowly through the house, turning off lights and placing dishes in the sink while trading heated glances and knowing smiles. Garrett stopped me often to place light kisses on my neck or to push me against a wall and sear my lips with his kiss. Eventually, we made our way out to the guest house. The scene of Nikki sitting on the couch, waiting to take Garrett’s cock into her mouth, unfolded in front of me, and I knew I wanted to erase it from my memory for good. I led him to the living room and sat down in the same spot where she had sat. I reached up and grasped his belt buckle in my hands and slowly slid the leather through the metal clasp. My fingers worked nimbly to undo the button of his fly. Before I reached inside, I looked up at him with my eager eyes.

“I want your cock in my mouth.” The words seemed unfamiliar and foreign as they passed through my lips, but I meant them. My mouth watered, eagerly waiting to get its first taste.

Garrett looked down at me through his hooded gaze. I took my time pushing aside his jeans and then tugged down the black boxer briefs. His cock jutted out in front of him, hard and heavy. I licked my lips once before reaching out to grasp it loosely in my hand. I could feel my own wetness soak the thin fabric of my panties. Just the thought of his taste on my tongue had me on edge. My tongue darted out of my mouth, and I got my first taste. It was heaven, and I immediately went back for more.

Greedily, I took him deep into my mouth. There was no getting used to his size first. It was all or nothing, and I definitely wanted all of him. He hissed sharply, and his fingers delved into my thick, tangled curls. The more I devoured, the harder he tugged, which only encouraged me. I tasted every inch of him, running my tongue up and down the thick shaft and over the smooth crown.

“Cami,” he groaned. “Cami, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

I let his cock fall from my lips for a second, giving him a moment to catch his breath. And then I took him deep into my mouth again before letting it slip back out.

“Jesus. You’re fucking amazing.” Garrett gripped his cock tightly in his fist and ran the crown along the seam of my lips, teasing me with it before sliding it back inside my hungry mouth. He fed me slowly, tormenting me with a taste before pulling himself out. He was in control now, which made me restless. I squirmed against the couch, eager for a little friction between my legs.

“I think I want to come on your tits,” he said thoughtfully, looking down at me with a devilish grin. “Take off your shirt.”

I was obedient, removing my T-shirt first and then my bra. He reached down and roughly palmed one of my breasts before groaning in frustration. “Lie back,” he instructed me.

I shifted my position and stretched out lengthwise on the couch while Garrett swiftly worked to remove his jeans and underwear. After tugging off his T-shirt, he stood in front of me gloriously naked. I had a completely unobstructed view of his perfect body. The tattoos on his chest and stomach, the scars that were undoubtedly battle wounds, the lean muscles. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured.

Garrett placed one knee between my body and the couch and straddled me with one foot still firmly planted on the floor. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “So are you,” he whispered.

Such a tender moment in the midst of a heated act was a welcome break. My passion-clouded brain could see clearly again. I still wanted him in my mouth. I reached out for his cock and wrapped my hand around it. I tugged lightly, and Garrett shuffled forward. I opened my mouth in invitation and devoured him inch by inch. I took my time savoring him, working him back up, and when he started to pull away, ready to release, I remained firm, keeping my mouth on him until I drained every drop.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “That wasn’t the plan but fuck.”

Garrett reached down and brushed a few stray strands of hair away from my forehead. The back of his knuckles glided along my cheekbone as he stared down at me with tenderness. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said softly.

“I know, but I wanted to.”

Garrett stood and extended a hand toward me. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom.”

With my hand firmly tucked in his, I trailed after him to the only bedroom in the guest house. It was hard not to grin at the sight of his firm, round ass. Was there anything about him that wasn’t absolutely perfect? Once again aware of the fact that I wore only a pair of cutoffs, I quickly reached up to cover my bare chest.

“Don’t cover yourself, Cami,” Garrett said when we made it to the bedroom. I dropped my hand and quickly worked on unbuttoning my shorts. When I reached for my panties, Garrett stopped me. “Let me.” His fingers slipped under the delicate fabric and brushed against my skin. I shivered from his touch as he pushed them down my thighs. He knelt before me and tapped each ankle, silently commanding me to lift each foot. He kissed the top of each thigh before burying his nose in the center of my body and inhaling sharply.

“Even your pussy smells like jasmine,” he growled. Garrett wrapped his hands around my waist, anchoring himself there as he dragged his nose up farther, trailing it across my stomach and between the valley of my breasts. “I’m going to remember this smell forever.”

Garrett was still on his knees, placing reverent kisses across my belly before he wrapped his arms completely around me and pulled me forward. He leaned his head against me and just held me silently. We had a lot to fit in over the next few days, and I wanted to give him every moment he desired.

He pulled back slightly but still held me firmly and looked up. I ran my hands through his beard, something I’d longed to do since I met him. It was surprisingly soft. His chin rested just above my belly button, and he smiled contentedly.

“What do you want?” I asked gently.

“To love you for the rest of my life,” he replied softly.

With one last kiss on my stomach, Garrett stood and then surprised me by lifting me into his arms. I shrieked but wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me the short distance to the bed.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I reprimanded him as he tossed me onto the bed with ease.

“Then it’ll be the best kind of hurt,” he replied with a smile before leaning over me to claim my lips with a kiss.

Our bodies melded together as a simple kiss turned into more. My legs parted to make room for his large body, and my back arched slightly, pressing my breasts against his chest. His arms slid around my back and gripped my shoulders from behind while he kissed the breath from me.

“Cami, I love you,” he said with finality. “I want you to know that, and I will tell you that every day until I leave.”