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.
A cold splat lands on my left nipple.
Buck slurps at my slit as he slides two fingers deep into my entrance.
A cold drop hits my arm.
Buck pulls against that spot at the bottom of my slit, the one that makes me feel full, like he’s fucking me.
Another, colder, drop of rain pelts my forehead.
I push my fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes smiling as his tongue tickles my bud. My muscles clench, and he winks at me over my mound and my tits. My nipples tighten to small points, poking straight to the sky.
More rain comes down. It’s cool, and it feels amazing after the heat and humidity of the last weeks. I lay back, close my eyes, and soak up the feel of his mouth on me, his fingers jammed inside, thrusting as he brings me closer to that moment of bliss.
Just as my body clamors for his touch, waiting for the next stroke, the next lap of his tongue, the caress that will push me over the edge, he pulls away.
My eyes fly open. “Where are you going?”
He reaches for me, pulling me to my feet. The cool rain comes down harder.
“Do you want to go to my car?” I ask.
He swipes the water from his eyes and grabs me, pulling me in for a kiss. He tastes of me as his tongue tangles with mine. My pussy contracts, wishing it were getting more of his lavish attention.
He backs me to the giant magnolia tree at the edge of the blanket. My ass barely touches the wet bark when he lets go. I grab his elbows, steadying myself.
Buck’s solid, wet body slides along mine, his erection huge, hot, and ready against my belly. “You want me to fuck you, Lou? I’m going to fuck you so hard that every time you see a tree or it so much as clouds up, you’re going to cream your fucking jeans just thinking about this.”
I wipe away the water sluicing down my face, my body humming with desire for every word he promised just now.
His big hands span my waist as he turns me so my breasts rub the semi-rough bark. Folding his hands over mine, he places them on the shoulder-height branches and tightens my hold on them.
He kneels behind me, his hot mouth on my ass, as he kisses my seam from my tailbone to that puckered hole, stopping for a moment to circle it with the tip of his tongue, once again eliciting tingles to travel through my pussy. Then he pushes my feet apart and licks my slit from clit to entrance, wiggling his tongue between my labia.