So. Long(238)

I pull back, but before I can take him in again, he steps away.

“Stop. Wait. I’m not ready to come.”

Shit.

I have to get this done, and fast. The more time I spend with him, the harder it is to keep my emotions separate from my body. My dripping with want body.

I grab my breasts, massaging them. Trying to entice him, I lick my lips. “But you taste so good. Come back here, let me finish you off.”

I push one hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy. “C’mon. You’re a man. Act like a fucking man. Come and get it.”

He throws side eyes at me, his mouth hardening into a line as he crosses his arms. Then he squints for a moment. Suddenly, his expression lightens and his smile spreads. My heart does a little wiggle dance at him standing there, gloriously naked, those dimples aimed at me. I do my best to squash the feeling. It’s not good to feel that way when I need to focus on getting the fuck outta here before he turns me to mush—again.

“I see what you’re up to, Lou. Nope. Not gonna happen.”

I run my fingertip over my bottom lip, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to taste your cum.”

“You’ll get to taste my cum, but not until you bear down over my mouth and come all over my fucking face. Then you can suck my cock, lick my balls, swallow my cum—whatever the fuck you want—not before.”

In one swift motion, he rolls to the blanket, lying flat on his back. He holds his hand out.

My shoulders droop. Shit. I’m fucked—in more ways than one.

I take his hand and he laces our fingers together. “Come over here, Lover. I want to lick that magical pussy.”

I stand on my knees, walking to him. When I get close enough, he grabs me around my waist and lifts me to straddle his face. My pussy hovers above his chin. His hot breath over my clit sends a warm stream of liquid straight to my entrance.

He massages my backside, running his fingers between my cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “I love your ass. It’s about as perfect an ass as I’ve ever seen, much less held in my two hands.”

I roll my eyes, running my fingers through his hair. “Just do what you want, the wind’s picking up. We might get wet out here.”

His tongue darts out, sliding around my clit. “Oh, you’re definitely going to get wet. There’s a hundred percent chance of that, Loula Mae.”

The leaves above dance in the breeze while Buck sucks my pussy and licks deep into my slit. He pulls me down onto his face, closing his eyes and sliding his fingers in to tickle the tight little hole in the back.

When he tucks his chin and his tongue slips back to wet that place, it sends tingles through my pussy and up my back. I rise up a notch, pulling away from his mouth.

Buck nips my clit. “What’s wrong, Lou? You don’t like ass play?”

My chest and face heat. Ass play?

Damn. I’ve done a lot of things, but not that. Never trusted a guy that much.

He slides his tongue along that spot again, another wave of tingles shoots in all directions, and my pussy creams a little more. I swing my leg over and sit on the blanket, my feet tucked under me.

He folds his hands behind his head, a satisfied grin taking over his face. “Well, would you lookie here. Little Miss Pie Server hasn’t given up her sugar bowl pie just yet.”

“If you’re referring to letting someone do me back there,”—I smack his chest—“Stop it.”

He turns to his side and props up on one elbow, running his hand over my knee. “I’m sorry, Lou. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

I straighten and lift my chin. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“No? You sure about that?” He sits up and runs the back of his knuckles over my cheek. “I think I see a bit of a blush.”

I swipe his hand away. “Would you like to take tea and chat, or shall we fuck?”

In less than a breath he moves over me, one palm cradling my head as he lays me down. He slips his hand over my mound. His fingers slide between my pussy lips, dipping inside. His mouth covers mine as he takes control.

His skin warms mine, creating a shield from the cool air stirring around us. His cock presses hard against my entrance. He pushes in, but only thrusts deep a couple of times. Then he pulls out and moves south, his lips leaving hot trails of wetness as he sucks first one breast, then the other. I arch my back, holding them to his mouth.

He laves attention on my navel for a fraction of a second before he continues to my clit. He suckles and licks until I pant and moan. He strokes with the rough pads of his fingers until I’m frenzied and buck against his mouth, the pressure in my lower region coiling tighter and tighter.