Page 55 of Riding the Pine

“Fuck.” I’m already getting hard again, but I’m going to ignore the pulsing in my cock because of that dirty little sound my girl is making as I press on her nipple.

“Jesus, Christ, Scottie.” She arches her back, rolling her spine as she does, but it’s not making me any more inclined to rush. I want to study her, catalog her responses.

“I swear to God you need to hurry up and touch me or the end of our story will be you dying. I’ll kill you and live hornily ever after.”

I snort. “As if. You’d kill me, ride my rigor mortis cock, and live happily ever after.”

She scrunches her face up before bursting into fits of laughter, warming something inside me I never even realized was there. She covers her face with her palm. “That’s gross, Gizmo.”

I caress her cheek with the hand not still playing with her breast. “Yes, but it made you laugh, my gorgeous Athena. And there’s no nicer sound in the whole world.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m lying here ass naked soaking wet for you, and horny as fuck and you’re all ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’”

Oh, Oh! I know that one. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

She grits her teeth before shoving my shoulder. “I will kill you. Scott Alexander Raine so help me fucking God I will do time for you giving me blue balls.” She shoves my hand from her perfectly formed boob to her crotch, and she opens her legs. “Make me come, Scott. Or I swear I’ll get out my vibrator and spray this fucking bed.”

The threat in her voice is matched by the steely determination in her eyes. She’s got the de la Peña glint.

“You know my middle name.” I’m still stuck on that. I don’t remember ever having told her.

She laughs again, cramming her fists into her eye sockets and muttering to herself about how this wasn’t how she expected getting naked in front of me to go.

I need to buckle down and focus, but I’m so bowled over by the fact she remembers silly details about me like my middle name.

Am I stalling? Yes, indeedy. I’m afraid I’m not going to be good enough in bed for her, but I’m all stalled out. If I delay any longer, I’ll end up impaled on a fucking glass dildo. And that’s a demise I really don’t want, even though it would totally make it into the local news. And probably beyond.

I can see all the international news outlets talking about a small-time Iowa boy who jizzed in his pants and was murdered by his lover because he teased her so much.

Sucking in a slow, deep breath, I let my fingers slip between her labia. Jesus Christ. She’s not just wet, she’s soaking, and it’s all for me.

I let out an indiscernible noise and drop my head onto her chest. “Athena. You’re… dripping.”

Her body relaxes as I drag my fingers through her arousal, circle her clit, and slide back down. She heaves out a sigh that says finally, a sigh that says she trusts me with her pleasure, a sigh that says please don’t fuck this up.

I won’t. But it’s been a while since I’ve navigated the complexities of a woman’s vulva. It’s like I’m standing at a buffet table where every dish is my favorite, and I want to eat them all. I don’t know where to start, but my soaking wet fingers find their way back to her clit as a delicious shudder rolls through her body.

My mouth gravitates to her hard little nipples, and while I draw circles over her velvety smooth and slick clit, I tongue her breast.

I’m literally sucking and flicking Athena de la Peña’s tit and fingering her.

My heart’s fuckingracing, it’s skipping around my whole body with glee, ricocheting around my pressure points like a tiny metal ball in a pinball machine.

Each moan and movement, every time she grabs my arm, sinking her fingernails into my skin is another ping of the ball, another fuzz of the neon lights, another rush of adrenaline spurring me forward.

My anxiety and fear are melting away as she gets more and more responsive to my fingers and my tongue. I don’t have to think about it, I don’t have to question myself, her noisesspur me forward. The way she looks blissed out with her hair sprawled on the mattress is nothing short of ethereal.

Watching her trust me enough for her to let go, to let me make her feel good, sets my soul on fire, and my skin tingles everywhere our bodies connect.

Her pulse skitters, her heart thumps, and her breathing deepens, and as much as I love playing with her tits, the need to kiss her is overpowering.

When I kiss my way up to her mouth, she grips my head like she’s been waiting for me to kiss her. Her nails bite into my skin sending little stabs of pain into my scalp. Her kiss is hungry, consuming, claiming. It’s passionate, needy, almost desperate.

She nips at my lips with her teeth, panting my name as I drive her closer to the edge. I’m unbearably hard as fucking steel against the sheets, precum leaking from my cock, but this isn’t about me.

Clawing at my chest, she breathes out my name, and I’m overcome. Emotion,loveclogs my throat as I blink back tears like a fucking idiot, but I can’t stop touching her. She cups my face with both hands, kissing me in earnest,needingme.

It’s like this kiss is drawing my soul toward hers, knitting us together after years of being apart.

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