Unspoken(92)

“Betsy Ross Road?” AM said, and I could feel the gurgle of laughter in her chest and belly. I smoothed my hand over the belly, enjoying the feel of her amusement.

“We’re real patriotic down here. I went to Daniel Boone Middle School and Liberty High School.” I traced her belly button and followed the line straight down to the top of her jeans. Pulling on the button, I popped it open. AM’s laughter had died out, and now I could feel her increasingly shallow breaths.

“Do you want to have dinner with her?”

“No, Sunshine, I don’t. Not right now.” I pulled down the zipper and ran my finger under the white lace of her polka-dotted panties. “Are these the ones with the elastic that runs down the crack of your ass? I love these panties. They frame your ass perfectly.”

AM smiled. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. “Why don’t you find out?”

I turned her over and pulled off her jeans, her hips rising to help me. I sat back on my haunches, smoothing my hand across her ass, making the fabric even tighter, I admired the way the dark blue cotton hugged her cheeks. She wiggled slightly, either in invitation or anticipation.

I bent down and kissed the inside of her right knee and then her left. I licked and kissed my way up to her sensitive inside thighs. She tried to close her legs, but my body was too solid to be moved. I had her right where I wanted her.

“I’ve never seen anything so delicious,” I told her, pulling aside the panties and exposing her deep pink pussy. I rubbed two fingers up and down either side and then pressed my thumb against her little button. Her cry of pleasure only made me smile wider. I needed this release right now. I needed to show AM how much I treasured and loved her. I bent over her then, lifting her hips into the air as I dragged her panties down. She moaned when I began tonguing her, pressing the broad flat of my tongue against her clit and then licking her in long strokes. “You taste so good,” I murmured against her skin. “And you’re so wet.

“Press your elbows against the bed,” I instructed. When she did, her ass came up even higher. I pushed her legs farther apart with my shoulders, exposing more of her to my gaze and my tongue. As I worked her, I held her steady against my mouth, refusing to let her go. I drank her down like she was the sweetest liquid I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. I feasted, and my tongue and lips left no space unexplored or unloved. I could feel her legs tightening against me, her pelvis contracting and then she began moaning and shuddering in my arms. I felt like the god she sometimes teased me about being.

“You okay?” I asked her when her quakes were dying down. I rolled her over and her eyes were big and luminous. Her arms reached up around my neck and pulled me down, kissing me hard. Eating me up with the same delight I’d exhibited feasting on her. I felt her hands grabbing at my shirt, so I sat back and pulled the t-shirt off my head with one hand and quickly shucked my jeans. Pulling the condom out a pocket, I wiggled it at her. She nodded.

And then I was pushing inside her, her come lubricating my entrance. “You feel so big,” she moaned.

I laughed, my voice rough. “Talk like that and it’ll get even bigger.”

I looked down to where we were joined, my cock pumping in and out of her gorgeous pussy. I groaned. “God, you look amazing. So hot.” And then there were no more words, only the sounds of our bodies moving against each other until I could no longer see or hear. Pleasure blurred my vision and blocked out every sound but the rush of blood in my ears. My whole body shook until I became undone.

In the aftermath, we lay naked on the covers with the ceiling fan lazily circling above us. AM’s head was resting on my chest, her finger tracing patterns on my skin.

“What happened with your mom?”

“I hate telling you these things, AM. I keep thinking that one more sad tale about me and you’ll figure you’ve had enough of my bullshit.”

She tugged on my chest hair. “Don’t make me hurt you, Bo.”

“Okay, okay.” I hugged her, appreciating her fierceness. “Mom apparently moved out a couple of years ago, about the time that I separated from the Marines.”

“Why didn’t she call you or connect with you?”

“She did at first, but then when I didn’t respond, she said she was…”.” I paused.

“Ashamed?” AM filled in.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Well, I mean, I never suffered what she did, but I can kind of understand how you feel like you’re at fault for the bad things that happen to you. You feel dirty and guilty. It’s sometimes easier to accept the abuse.”