Page 126 of Rough and Rugged

My lips interrupt hers. I don’t want to hear whatever explanation or excuse she has. I’m not sure I care, either. It’s been so damn long for me, and she’s right, I am attracted to her.

I’ve been staring at her for two days now, she’s so fucking gorgeous. The way her curls flop carelessly, almost like her attitude. The look in her eyes that conveys so much more than the words she speaks. Yet she’s still so damn forward; it seems freeing—something I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself. The woman paints naked, for God’s sake.

I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, begging for permission. Her arms circle around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her as she responds by opening her mouth. Her sweet smell invades my senses, like honey and almonds. And a zing of anticipation shoots straight to my lap at the feel of her bare breasts beneath her T-shirt as her chest presses against mine.

The rhythm of her rocking hips and the rain against the picture windows fall in tune with my racing heart. And while the fire that blazes between our bodies was not a part of my quiet evening plans, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

A low moan crawls up her throat, and I can almost taste it, her want for me. I want it too, more than I’ve wanted another woman in years. There is this unbridled passion between us. Like the fire burning in the fireplace, it’s hot, the flames licking higher and higher, heat spreading through us and the room.

“I take this as a yes,” she mumbles against my lips.

“Yes.” My hands move from her thighs to her ass, gripping a palmful. “Fuck yes,” I groan, lifting her from the chair. Her legs wrap around my waist as I step forward. Kneeling down, I lay her body across the faux bear-skin carpet, keeping our bodies pressed together. Then I press one hand against the smooth “fur” as my other shoves the coffee table closer to the couch to give us room.

I plan on taking her right here, in front of the fireplace. The heat of the fire beating against the right side of my body as my hand skims the left side of hers. I have no desire to even attempt to get her to my bedroom; it’s too far. Unbuttoning my flannel, I stare down at her. The orange light from the flames glows against her caramel skin, and her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as her hands search over my now-exposed arms. Her gaze travels over my upper body, while her perfect teeth bite her plump bottom lip. In that moment, I wish to be the one biting that tender flesh.

“You’re sure about this?” My voice is low and rough, almost hesitant to ask. Because while I’d respect whatever answer she gives me, the thought of not finishing what we’ve already started has a devastating ping in my chest.

Her curls that are splayed over the smooth carpeting bounce with her nod as she breathes the word, “Yes.” Her shoulders heave as she lifts the borrowed shirt and pulls it over her head. “I’m sure.” Her perfect nipples are peaked, and I have to assume it’s because of her arousal considering how damn hot it is in this room right now.

I, too, strip my shirt off, untucking my undershirt and chucking it to the side. It gives me little relief, as the coolness you’d feel from shedding an item of clothing is tampered by the passion between our bodies. Her pink lips look almost swollen, and my mind instantly pictures them wrapped around my cock.

My groin presses against hers as I move in for another kiss. How did I fucking get here? God, it’s just like I fantasized last night, only this isn’t a fantasy—this is reality. Her hips lift, grinding against my cock, searching for it, and my hands immediately reach for the waistband of the sweatpants she’s wearing. I sit back on my haunches and pull the cotton material down her slender legs. Once she’s void of all clothes, I take a good look at her, lying there like a damn angel.

“You’re so sexy.” Her words are delivered low with a heady rasp as her nails scrape against the hair on my chest, following it down to the waistband of my pants before she undoes my belt. She works quickly, getting it off and unzipping my pants.

I don’t dare make her wait another minute, helping her to get them off. Once we’re both naked, I take a moment to drink her in. My heart skips, pattering in my chest like I just finished running a 5k rather than preparing to have sex.

“Condom?” I ask, then freeze because I can’t remember if I have one here or not. Even if I did, it would likely be expired.

“Birth control,” she responds without hesitation.

My brows dip. “You’re sure?”

“I’m clean.”

“Me too.” My hands slide from her ankles to her thighs, gripping them as I explore her smooth skin.

“Come here.”

She reaches out for me, but I shake my head, scooting back. “I’m still hungry.” My eyes don’t leave hers as I flatten myself to the floor, moving my head between her legs. A slow smile rises onto her lips as I disappear, my gaze roving from her gorgeous hazel eyes to her center. Bare skin and brown lips making my mouth water. “Look at you, sweetheart.”

I take my first taste, spreading her lips and finding a beautiful pink center that tastes damned divine. Another long lick from her center to her sensitive clit hiding under a pretty little hood. “So wet already.” I suck her into my mouth before diving in and eating her like she’s my last fucking meal. “Delicious.”

A long moan hits my ears as her back arches, pressing her center against my mouth. My hands grip her thighs as her knees move further up, her toes curling into the carpet by my shoulders. I lap up all that she’ll give me. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but like riding a bike, I haven’t forgotten what I’m doing. Twirling my tongue around her sensitive nub until her hips buck against my mouth.

Her hand grips the little hair I have on my head as “Fuck” strains from her lips. And as I pull in a deep breath, the pungent scent of her excitement sends a signal straight to my cock, painfully stiffening against the carpet.

Her feet lift as her knees move closer to her chest, her body slowly relaxing from that first orgasm as her back returns to the carpet. That’s when I push her thighs further apart, lifting her ass slightly. I want to taste all of her, so I sweep my tongue over her puckered hole, and I’m rewarded with a high-pitched moan.

“Do that again.”

I pull back, kneeling between her legs and pushing her body so she knows to roll onto her belly. She follows directions so well, sweeping her legs back and positioning herself on her stomach. Her hips lift, a flawlessly round ass consuming my vision. I want to bite the smooth skin, but I resist, her quick breaths pulling me back to my original task. Gripping each cheek, I give them a tug up before spreading them apart and diving back in.

She rocks back on my face as I explore her pussy from the back. Low mewls and heavy pants fill the air with my motivation soundtrack. My hand glides up her smooth leg before moving to her center, and I dip a finger into the wetness. She’s so fucking tight, I can’t wait to be inside her.

Then again, I’m likely to blow the minute I plunge into her with how damn tight this pussy is. Pumping my finger in and out of her a few times, I admire how she rocks back with me. I know she’s going to be a good fuck, moving with me rather than lying there like a pillow princess.

I pull out before testing a second finger, and it takes a minute, but I finally get it inside, curling them down and hitting that sweet spot right behind her pubic bone. Nora pauses all movement, a loud moan escaping and bouncing off the walls of this spacious room. “Come on, baby,” I encourage as she starts to clamp down around my fingers. But I don’t stop, fighting against the pressure to keep hitting that spot that’s making her shake. Even when her toes curl and her feet lift from the ground, the orgasm taking over her body.

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