Thirteen #2
“I can if you want me to, cowboy,” she retorts.
Damn this woman and her sexy mouth. That mouth is going to get both of us in trouble.
Rising from the table, I let my hands wander to her waist, careful not to be too intrusive. She eagerly sways into my grasp, and her curves feel like heaven as they roll into me. My arm snakes around the small of her back, my hand falling lazily against her hip.
“What is the tattoo on your thigh?” I inquire.
“And why are you looking at my thighs, Mr. Northlane?”
“Answer the question.” That came out sharper than I meant it to. She quivers in my hold, signalling to me that she may actually have liked it.
“It’s my Dad’s guitar. Well, my guitar, wrapped in wildflowers with a horseshoe and a deck of cards. There’s a few other little filler pieces in it too. The artist did an amazing job.”
I twirl her in a circle and return her back to my hold. I can barely see it in this lighting, but I can feel her cheeks flushing as she falls into my chest.
“Any other questions or is it my turn?” she asks.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Tell me something true, something real.”
“I like green apples, hazelnut chocolate, and I make a mighty fine breakfast.”
“Breakfast, really?” she questions.
“Fuck no, I have Colt for that.” I can’t contain my laughter as I think of just how shit of a cook I am. But for her… for her, I would learn.
“Lucky for you, I do make a mighty fine breakfast,” she replies, though it’s more of a challenge as her eyes turn to pure sin and she tilts her lips far too close to mine.
“We shouldn’t,” I choke out.
“I know,” comes her reply, though she makes no indication of stopping.
“Annabeth,” I warn her. Once I kiss her, I won’t be able to stop myself.
“Dallas, please.”
My hand roams the curve of her hips and creeps up her back until it reaches her hair. Curling the bubblegum strands into my fist, I arch her back ever so slightly, granting me better access. She moves so fluidly at my touch.
“Ah, fuck it,” I growl, refusing to give myself a chance to recompose myself.
We’re crashing together like angry waves. The instant her lips meet mine, I know I’m done for. An unquenchable ache radiates through my entire being as every nip of her teeth against my lips sends a rush of blood to my dick.
My tongue slips between her lips, opening her sweet mouth wider for me as I meet her tongue with my own.
Our hands roam each other, desperate, hungry.
God, she tastes like fucking heaven. She moans into my mouth and reaches for my face, her soft hands against my skin send another rush of blood to my cock.
I’m so hard against her, I think my dick is going to burst. Peeling away from the kiss – despite it damn near killing me – I grip her ass, lifting her until she wraps her thighs around my hips.
She’s curled around me like a koala, trailing kisses down my neck as I carry her to the picnic table.
I sit her on the wooden panels and let my hands weave across her body.
Gentle moans drip from her swollen lips, and I know that once I have her, it’ll be my undoing.
I want to savour every moment, every kiss, every lick.
Not a single inch of this woman is going to be left unsatisfied.
I’m going to bury myself between her thighs and stay there till I either pass out or she begs me to stop.
I’m a ravenous man, and she’s my death-row meal.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts, asking the question I desperately hope she answers.
She does. Lifting her hips, she lets me peel her shorts from her.
Her gorgeous shape relaxes without the restraints of denim to cover them.
The sun set a while ago, but I can still see every curve of her in the moonlight as it reflects off the water, creating an effervescent glow around her that lives up to her nickname.
Firefly. Her soft tummy sits above her panties and all I can think about is ripping them off her with my teeth and devouring her.
“Dallas,” she breathes, though it comes out barely a whisper.
“Yes, Firefly?”
“I want you.”
That’s all the encouragement I need, and I’m on top of her, our mouths moving together in perfect tandem. My hand reaches for her, and I slip my fingers between the thin fabric of her panties to find her soaking wet for me.
“So. Fucking. Wet,” I moan into her.
My finger dips inside her, and it feels like coming home.
She grips me tightly as she stretches to adjust. I massage her centre, slipping another finger inside her and coax her to the brink of her orgasm.
Her body moves with me, and I feel her pussy squeeze tighter with every stroke.
When she’s about to unravel, I ease out of her and break our kiss.
“Take them off,” I demand. My good little firefly does exactly as she’s told. There she is, bare and wet for me.
“Please,” she begs, the sound music to my ears.
I lunge for her. My mouth suctions to her dripping pussy, and I lavish every last drop of her as my tongue dives into her entrance. Fucking. Bliss. I ease my hands under her thighs, coaxing her to wrap them around my head. She obliges, and my face is buried in her.
She shakes and whimpers, my name dripping from her lips as I devour her.
I really wasn’t sure if I’d remember how to do this, but her enthusiasm is giving me all the encouragement I need, and I’ll be damned if I’m stopping now.
I grip her thighs, hard enough to bruise, and begin flicking my tongue inside her.
Taking her clit between my teeth, I gently nip over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She gushes into my mouth, and my cock painfully strains against my jeans.
Her hands grip my hair, keeping me right where she wants me – where she needs me.
Each lick brings her closer to the edge.
She’s unravelling right before my eyes, and the sheer sight of her coming is like a symphony.
I plunge my fingers inside her again, working her clit with my thumb as I lavish her sweet cunt.
“Dallas!” she screams. Her pussy clamps on my tongue and she writhes against my face as she comes.
I stay between her thighs for several minutes, lapping her sweetness and caressing her soft skin, before easing her legs from my shoulders and rising to stand.
My name seeps from her lips again, this time a breathy whisper as her hands reach for my chest. Her touch sends ripples of heat through me as she creeps her hands down to my waistband.
Easily unbuttoning my jeans, she pulls the denim down over my boxers, letting them slide down over my ass, and my cock springs to life before her.
“Mmm, sweet girl,” I growl.
She shudders beneath me, her hands eagerly stroking my length. I swear I can see her mouth watering as she re-positions herself, scooting down to the bench, and swallows me. Her mouth is warm, her throat strangling my cock as she works her hands under my balls in time with her movements.
“Firefly, you keep going like that and I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer,” I grunt. My hips jut forward, meeting her rhythm. This woman is a fucking goddess on earth.
I bottom out inside her repeatedly, her fingers still cupping my balls as she gives me everything she’s got. She’s so perfect. My balls start to tighten, and as if she can sense how close I am, she picks up the pace until I’m right on the edge.
“Fuuuck, Firefly,” I groan. I try to pull away, but she slides her free hand across my ass and holds me in place until I explode inside her. She keeps me there for a moment before slowly easing her mouth from my dick, a pleased smile plastered on her face.
“God dammit, woman.” I’m breathless. And absolutely fucking glowing from my orgasm.
“Seemed only fair,” she retorts with a wink. We help each other dress, and it’s only then that I realise neither of us are in any state to drive.
“It’s late, we’re drunk, and I don’t want to leave,” I tell her.
She beams at me and says, “Fuck yes, lookout sleepovers.”
I can’t help but laugh at her as she twirls around and wanders over to the ute, propping the tailgate down and calling to me. “Well c’mon, cowboy, that bottle won’t finish itself.”