Being Neighborly(21)

I’m no philosopher and am more interested in the willing woman I am quickly falling in love with than anything else. Gently setting her on her bed, I kneel before her, slipping her dainty silver sandals from her feet. Using my hands and my mouth, I drown myself in the pleasure that is the silken softness of her skin. Sliding her dress up as I go, from ankle to thigh, I leave no inch unloved.

Save a pair of lace panties, she’s bare to me from the waist down. She’s restlessly waiting for my next move. Her body arches for my touch while I sit back and admire her. Over waiting, she stands, one foot on either side of me and pulls her dress off over her head. Her panties taunt me, shielding me from her. I drag them off as she lifts one leg, then the other for me to rid her of them fully.

She sinks into my lap, kissing me as she unbuttons my shirt. Once it’s off, she pushes me back onto the floor before moving to remove my shoes and jeans. Before long I’m naked beneath her. All I want is to taste her and start to move her until she hovers over me. I start to kiss her thighs when she turns around and takes my cock into her hand and then her mouth.

Groaning at the sensation, I attack her with my tongue. She wiggles against my face and I wrap my arms around her thighs so she can’t move. My hips lift as I rock into and out of her mouth, her fingers pumping me. I release one of her legs to ease my finger inside of her. The sensation is too much for her; she lifts her head from my cock and groans loudly as she comes. I lap at her clit until her body stops shuddering. Once it has, I lift her, shifting her in my arms so I can capture her lips with mine.

“You are so beautiful.”

She blushes at my words and I stand, Bethany in my arms, to lay her across her bed. She’s almost limp, sated as she lazily grins up at me. I quickly sheath myself before spreading her legs and driving myself into her. My eyes roll back at the feel of her. Her body seems made for mine, fitting me like a glove. She alone seems able to lift me to the highest levels of pleasure.

I’ve missed not only her, but also the physical connection we’ve shared. She is the first woman I’ve craved body and soul. I want it all, her laughter, her tears, her smiles, and her ecstasy. I will be the man deserving of the gift that is her company. Taking her lips once more, I groan as I find my release. I shift onto my side, pulling her with me, tightly in my arms.

“That was one hell of a homecoming,” she teases.

“I’d greet you this way every time I saw you if I wouldn’t get thrown in jail for public indecency.”

“We’ll just have to limit ourselves to private property.”

That gave me an idea. “Have you ever camped out?”

She grimaces. “I wouldn’t really call it camping, but when I was younger, I went to a Girl Scout summer camp.”

“You were a Girl Scout?” I grin.

She nods. “Sold cookies and everything.”

“You taste better than any cookie I’ve ever had,” I joke, nibbling her neck.

“I doubt that, but whatever you’re doing feels good so don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of ever stopping when it comes to you, Bethany.”

Her fingers thread my hair as she pulls my mouth up to hers. Travelling and our unique way of making up, exhaust her. Even though it’s barely past nine, she curls up on her bed and falls asleep. I take the time to go back out to my truck and collect her suitcase. In our haste to get inside, we forgot it earlier. Since she’s asleep, I move slowly up the stairs with it, careful not to bump it against anything and wake her up. I want to take care of her, just like her impulse is to take care of me.

Once I have it up in her room, and in a corner ready for her to unpack, I undress. Sliding under the covers I pull her flush against, my lip curling into a satisfied grin as her body molds itself to mine, even in sleep. I was an idiot to consider throwing this away. Pushing her away is a mistake I’ll only make once. I know now it was wrong to think because of my injury that maybe I wasn’t man enough for her. What I’ve learned is it takes a true man to admit their weaknesses.

I’m lucky enough to have the love and support of Bethany despite them.





Epilogue



Eight Months Later



“We’re going to be late,” Bethany groans, arguing but not really arguing as I lift her dress up.

“No such thing as being late to a picnic.” I ease her down onto me and we both moan as I fill her.

Number one perk of moving in with Bethany, other than just being around her all the time, has been the on-the-fly sex. We can be on the sofa just hanging out and she’ll slide into my lap, or at breakfast, if I catch a glimpse of her gorgeous breasts, I can just bend her over the kitchen counter, and lastly like right now, some hard and fast up-against–the-wall sex before we walk out the door.