Page 46 of When There Was You
My gasp fuels him as his warm tongue takes me to dizzying heights. I’m launched into another dimension.Yes. Yes. A thousand times yesssssssssss.Butch showers attention on both breasts, squeezing and sucking until the pulsing between my thighs intensifies to DEFCON 3. There’s no question I’m going to fuck this strange and beautiful man. Hopefully several times.
I don’t know who I am right now.
And I don’t care.
This man knows what the hell he’s doing.
And I want it.
Badly.
I search blindly for his belt and unbuckle it. My eyes catch his, then shift to his smirking mouth. God, his lips. They’re magical all on their own, with a meaty lower lip I’ve already sucked on and a sharply defined cupid’s bow. Those seem to be my downfall, my catnip, my fetish.
“Sundance.”
I meet his gaze, freezing. He’s not stopping this train, is he? Having second thoughts?
“I think we’re on the same page,” he says, moving strands of hair from my eyes, “but don’t want to assume.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“I want to kiss, lick, suck, touch, and fuck all of you.”
Oh my. “Yes…me too…all those things.” I return to unbuttoning his jeans.
He chuckles, grabbing my hand and holding it still. “Do we need protection?”
“I’m on the Pill. And I haven’t slept with anyone since…for a while. I’m good if you are.” This registers as both stupid and reckless, but the thought leaves as quickly as it comes.
“Better than good.” He grins wide, releasing my hand. His hard-on strains through the denim, and I salivate. I’ve missed the male apparatus.
Damn…Jay was right. Ididneed some dick.
Butch unlaces his boots and kicks them off, giving me time to appreciate how his jeans strain against those long, burly legs.
“You’re turn,” he says, voice husky. He kneels before me, and something about it seems so…tender and beautiful and dirty all at the same time. He deftly removes my high heel, then follows suit with the other. He shimmies off my pencil skirt and carefully rolls down my nylons.
He’s now mere inches over eye level with my soaked panties. He leans in, grabs my hips, presses his face to that now-useless garment…and inhales. His nose furrowsright there, and I whimper. His growl is low and damn-near feral. His tongue laps at the material, his hot breath breaching it, and I clutch his shoulders, my whimpers intensifying.
“So ready, so wet…” he murmurs as he continues pressing his mouth against the fabric.
I watch through heavy lids as he wiggles his index finger under my panties, barely grazing across my entrance. My stance widens, the anticipation halting my breath. He pulls the fabric aside and plunges into me without pretense. I cry out, breathing hard as he works it in and out, slowly, purposefully, his eyes fixated.
Hisfinger isso big,filling me in the best way. The intensity rocks me head to toe.
“Fuuuuuck,” he marvels. “You feel incredible.”
“So, so good,” I rasp.
He removes that wonderful instrument and licks it. I nearly fall to the ground.
Butch stands and flips off the bedcovers. He spins me onto the bed and drags my underwear down my legs, smelling them for good measure when he’s holding the scrap of lace in his giant hand. “Your smell is addicting,” he says.
I’d be embarrassed if lust weren’t obliterating rational thought.
The sheets are soft under my naked body as he spreads my thighs, and his mouth and tongue begin exploring my most sacred space.
We’re both vocal, Butch’s groans reverberating straight up my center. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
