Page 92 of Moonshine Lullabies
I shook my head, jostled her a bit and said, “C’mon.”
We showered and dipped around from the bathroom into our room in only our towels and swiftly shut the rest of the world out anddamn… was this a fine way to live.
“God, it’s good to be home,” Jess declared, echoing my sentiment, and ditching her towel in the laundry hamper. I followed hers up with mine as she slid onto the bed and sprawled on her back, saying, “Oh! And myown bed!”
“Mm.” I looked her over, nude and perfect in front of me and said, “Bed? All I see is a buffet.”
I growled and lunged and she let out a high peal of laughter, giggling and playfully resisting as I wrestled her into place and went down on her.
“Oh!” she cried, her fingers tangling in my hair and her knees falling open. I cradled her ass in the palms of my hands, fingers digging in as I pulled her into my face, lapping at her center and plunging my tongue inside her as far as I could get it to go.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out.
We heard Cy yell outside the door, “What did I tell you?” before we heard his door shut.
Jess fell out into laughter and I gripped her ass and teased her clit with my tongue to remind her just what it was she was supposed to be concentrating on.
“Mm!” She flexed under my attentions, grinding her pussy into my face, and I loved that. She was always so fucking enthusiastic about it when I went down on her.
I worked her up pretty swiftly, her body responding beautifully. It always made me feel so fucking on top of things and the world how wet she got for me, and when I slipped my finger inside her to really set her off, it was smooth as fuckin’ satin gliding on up in there.
“Oh, shit!” Her voice was high and tight as she let go of my hair to grip the covers at her hips, fisting them tightly as she trembled uncontrollably, her pussy gripping my finger and I knew she was right on that explosive edge of coming. I wanted to feel that around my cock, though. There wasn’t any singular better feeling than when my woman came around my cock, so I kneeled up, pulled her swiftly in my direction, and entered her swiftly.
She cried out in the best way, and I kept the pressure on, rearing up and pressing my thumb to her clit, working it back and forth as I worked my dick in and out of her tight, sopping wet pussy.
“Oh, Christ, oh, God, I’m gonna come!” she warned and then it was too late. She was over the edge and falling fast.
Shit, yeah, the feel of her rhythmically tensing and releasing around me, I bowed my head and breathed steady, breathing my way through it but I didn’t stop. Ididtake my thumb off her clit, but there was no way I was letting up fucking her until I’d wrung at least two or three more orgasms out of her for my enjoyment.
I loved to watch her come for me, almost as much as I loved the feel of her when she did it. She was a wild thing that I could never in a million years hope to tame, but when I made her lose herself and lose control it was just a brief taste of what it felt like to be this big damn conquering hero. I fuckin’ lived for that fleeting moment where I could pretend that she really wasmine.
I slowed down for her but didn’t stop. I let her gather her wits and bent over her and tasted her lips and she was both spicy and sweet at the same time.
I loved the way she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck. The way her hips lifted unbidden from the bed to meet my slow and languorous thrusts.
The way she cooed softly in my ear with satisfaction; my signal to start picking up my pace to bring her up to that pinnacle all over again.
Over and over again, I made her come for me, until she begged me to take my own satisfaction and to give her a break. I gathered her close to me, shoved into her hard and deep, my pace fast, losing myself completely in the sight, sound, smell, taste, and feel of her and Goddamnit, whenever I came with her, I always had this fleeting thought that I could die a happy man just for having been with her even for this short of an amount of time.
“Mm.” I kissed the side of her neck. “That was a damn good welcome home.”
She laughed and said, “One room down…”
I had to laugh and told her, “I’m totally down to fuck in your brother’s bed, but I’m leaving Tate’s room alone.”
She busted up and held me tight and I thought about it and realized that yeah. Since moving here, it finally did feel like I’d found a place thatfit.I finally felt like I’d found a place I could call home and I looked forward to all the life I had to live for once, bein’ that I had her to share it with.
I kissed her lips and helped her to her feet and said, “Think we need to rinse off.”
“I think you’re right,” she said with a grin and she plucked her robe off the armoire. I think I was gonna need one of those. For now, I just picked up my towel off the top of the laundry hamper and put it back around my waist.
“Don’t make fun of me, now,” she said as she led me back toward the bathroom.
“Why would I?” I asked confused.
She plucked a shower cap out of a cabinet and twisted her hair up in it and it was only when she crossed her eyes that I lost my composure and laughed. She laughed with me, and it was a damn near perfect end to a close to perfect day.
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