Page 74 of This Time Around
“I’m thinking.”I pinched her nipple.“Shit.I can’t think when you do that.”
Her hips rocked against me, she was far enough back on my lap she found nothing to rub against.
A groan fell from her though.She’d feel fucking phenomenal if I had the chance to be inside her.
I switched to her other nipple, rolling the tight bud between my thumb and finger.
“Shit.The quiet.I’ve always loved the quiet.People…they’re loud and you can’t always trust them.”
There was a flash of dark in her eyes, but nothing to do with how she normally looked when she thought of Joseph.This was something else, a story I’d enjoy hearing another day.
“The animals are quiet?”I continued teasing her nipples, pulling, pinching in that way that shot pleasure at the center of her thighs.She rocked against me again.Water splashed.
It was getting cold against our skin.
I barely noticed and I didn’t give a fuck.
“They’re peaceful.I wake up knowing I’m doing something important and I go to bed knowing I’ve accomplished it.I care for cattle that will become people’s food.It’s important to me I do it correctly and carefully.”
She meant every damn word.A missionary on a cattle ranch, only wanting to make sure strangers got the best from what she poured out with her bare hands.
Fuck she was incredible.I dropped my hand and pulled her against me, slammed her mouth to mine.She adjusted, pressing right against my covered dick, and holy hell, thank you Jesus for all that was beautiful in the world.Just the feel of her almost drove me to the edge.I was the mad one.Crazy for her.
And not for the first time in the last week or two, the idea of staying crossed my mind, like an Olympic sprinter running the hundred meter dash, it was there and gone that quick, before I could focus.Her mouth was on mine, she was rocking against me, my dick about ready to explode with excitement, seeking her heat.
I grabbed her ass and moved to my knees.She clung to me, tearing her mouth from mine.
I pressed my mouth to her throat.
“What are we doing?”
“Moving to the bed.”
