The afternoon wore away with Pierce and Toni frolicking in the lake, eating a little more, and making love again in the afternoon sunshine.
He still had her peaches and honey flavor on his lips from when he’d slid down her body and gave her the most intimate of kisses. Gods, he loved the way she’d cried out his name, body arching as he fucked her on his tongue, tasting her orgasm as it pulsed through her. She was the sexiest damn woman he had ever seen, and the wondrous thing was, she didn’t even know it.
Her ex had done a number on her confidence, but Pierce hoped to remove that motherfucker’s taint from her soul with patience and attention. Each and every touch, kiss, climax, and surrender were victories in the war for Toni’s freedom from her past. Pierce was over the fucking moon that he got to be the one to see her shine. And shine, she did. Like a fucking beacon calling to him alone.