20. Ramona #2
Heat goes through me and my breath catches. My whole body tightens.
He releases my wrists and hooks his fingers in my jeans, dragging them down my legs and tossing them behind him.
My underwear follows, ripped more than removed, and then he’s spreading my thighs wide and lowering his head between them.
His breath is hot against me and I squirm, desperate for contact.
“Julius, please.”
His tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow stroke, and my hips buck off the blankets. He presses them back down with one big hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place while he licks into me again.
“Stay still.” He looks up at me, his mouth glistening. “Let me take care of you.”
He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, and I have to shove my fist against my mouth to keep from screaming. Two fingers push inside me, curling up to find the spot that makes me stop thinking.
“That’s it.” He works his fingers deeper while his tongue circles my clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ramona. Dripping down my hand.”
“Don’t stop.” I twist my fingers in his hair and pull him closer. “God, Julius, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He fucks me with his fingers and stays there until my hands are in his hair and I can’t keep quiet. My thighs shake around his head and I can feel it building at the base of my spine.
“I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence.
“Not yet.” He pulls his fingers out and sits back on his heels, leaving me empty and aching. “Not until I say.”
“You bastard.” I reach for him but he catches my hands.
“You want my cock?” He strokes himself through his jeans, letting me see how hard he is. “You want me inside you?”
“Yes.” I sit up and shove his hands away, working his jeans open and pushing them down his hips. “I want to taste you first.”
His cock springs free, thick and leaking at the tip. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke once, watching his stomach tighten.
“Ramona.” His voice is strained. “You don’t have to…”
I take him in my mouth before he can finish.
His head falls back and his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling the tie loose until it falls around my shoulders. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
“Holy shit.” He groans. “Your mouth. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head, tasting salt. Then I take him deep again, setting a rhythm that has his hips jerking forward, his hands fisting in my hair.
“Look at me.” His voice is ragged. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck my cock.”
I look up at him and hollow my cheeks. His jaw tightens and a muscle jumps in his neck.
“Stop.” He pulls me off and pushes me back against the blankets. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”
He kicks off his jeans and settles between my thighs, his cock heavy against my stomach. We’re both breathing hard, both slick with sweat. He reaches down and drags the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in me.
“Tell me you want this.” He notches himself at my entrance and holds still. “Say it, Ramona.”
“I want this.” I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass. “I want you. Please.”
He pushes inside in one hard thrust that drives the air from my lungs.
For a moment, neither of us moves. He’s buried so deep I can feel him everywhere, the stretch almost too much after weeks apart. His forehead drops to mine and his arms shake where they bracket my head.
“Fuck.” He breathes the word against my lips. “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”
“Move.” I rake my nails down his back hard enough to leave marks. “Please, Julius. I need you to move.”
He pulls back until just the tip is inside, then slams in again. The force of it shoves me up the blankets and I grab the side of the truck bed to anchor myself.
“Harder, Julius.” I pant it against his jaw. “I can take it.”
“Yeah, you can.” He sets a punishing rhythm that rocks the entire truck. “You can take everything I give you.”
Each thrust hits deep enough to make me cry out, and he swallows the sounds with his mouth, kissing me hard while he fucks me harder. His tongue slides against mine and I taste myself on him and moan.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He pulls back to look at me, his hips never stopping. “Spread out underneath me. Taking my cock. That’s it.”
“Julius.” I can barely form words. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His skin is slick where our bodies slide together. He hitches my leg higher on his hip and the new angle makes me gasp, his cock hitting a spot inside me that pulls a sound out of me I don’t recognize.
“Right there?” He grinds against me, his pelvis rubbing my clit with every thrust. “That the spot, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I arch my back and take him deeper. “Right there. God, right there.”
He braces one hand beside my head and uses the other to grip my hip, pulling me onto his cock as he drives into me. The blankets are twisted beneath us and the truck is creaking and somewhere in the distance a coyote howls, but all I can focus on is the pressure building between my thighs.
“I’m close.” I grab his face and kiss him, desperate for it. “I’m so close, Julius.”
“Then come for me.” He sucks a bruising mark into my neck. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze me.”
His thumb finds my clit and presses in tight circles, and I come around him with a cry that echoes off the trees, my whole body seizing and pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, Ramona.” His rhythm stutters. “I can feel you. Shit, I can feel you squeezing me.”
“Come inside me.” I dig my nails into his ass. “I want to feel you.”
He buries himself deep and groans my name into my shoulder, his whole body shaking as he spills inside me. I feel the warmth of it, and it sets off another shudder that leaves me trembling beneath him.
We lie tangled together in the truck bed while our breathing slows, his weight heavy on top of me, our bodies still connected. His heart pounds against my chest, and neither of us makes any move to separate.
“Stay inside me.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Just for a minute.”
“As long as you want.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
When he finally eases out of me, I rest against his chest while he pulls the blanket over my shoulder. His hand moves slowly along my back, and I stay close even when I begin thinking about where my clothes landed.
He kisses my hair without trying to turn my face toward him.
“I wanted you tonight.” I trace the edge of the blanket against his skin. “I’m still going back to the cottage.”
His hand pauses, then continues.
“I’ll take you there.” He adjusts the blanket around my feet. “Do you want to leave now?”
I lift my head to look at him. He watches me without drawing me closer.
“You’re not going to ask me to come home?” I keep my palm against his chest.
“I want to ask.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my mouth. “You’ve already told me your answer.”
I settle against him again, my face beneath his chin. He holds me until the cold makes getting dressed sensible, then helps me find a sock beneath the blanket.
We load the horses in the dark and drive back with the heater on and his hand on my knee, neither of us talking. He parks outside the cottage gate and turns off the engine. I gather my bag, then leave it on my lap while he waits beside me.
“Thank you for today.” I turn toward him before reaching for the door.
“I’m glad you came.” He keeps his hands resting on his knees.
I want him to ask when he can see me again. I’m afraid I’ll say tomorrow because I can still feel his arm around me.
He gets out and opens my door. At the gate, I put down the bag and catch his face between my hands.
I kiss him first, pressing close until his hands settle at my waist. He lets me decide when to stop, and when I draw back, his fingers loosen immediately.
“Good night, Julius.” I pick up my bag before he can do it for me.
“Good night, Ramona.” He stays outside while I open the gate.
I reach the cottage steps before turning. He hasn’t moved. He lifts a hand. I go inside and close the door before I can go back to him. My bag slips from my shoulder, and I stay by the door while his engine starts.
I wanted tonight, and I don’t regret asking for it.