Page 65 of Long Time Coming

“Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Tag, yes,” she murmurs with her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She’s always such a stunning sight. Being inside her almost becomes too much to bear.

It’s a fucking glorious sight—her tits bouncing on her chest, her mouth wide and ready for me to fuck again, the moans filling my ears, and the push of her pussy against the base of my dick.

Too much to hold back, I lose control of my better senses, giving in to the devil and the darkness when the light evades. I fuck and fuck and thrust until her body trembles around mine, squeezing my cock so tight that I come with her, my release exploding deep inside her heat. “Fuck,” I start, pushing up on my hands and pumping in and out, though my breathing staggers in my throat. “So good, baby.”

The rush has vanquished, leaving me empty of energy, so I collapse on top of her. Kissing her shoulder and neck and that curve between, I then drop my head to the mattress.

As I take a deep breath, it’s cut short when I feel her hands pushing against me. “Babe, I can’t breathe.”

“Oh shit.” Rushing to fall to the side of her, I land on my back. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I like the weight.” She rolls onto her side, draping her arm over my midsection. “You’re like a human weighted blanket. Comfort. That is, until I can’t breathe.”

“I lost myself in you.” I chuckle with my arm under her, rubbing her back with my hand. “You drive me wild, woman.”

“There are worse things that could happen.” She releases a deep breath and closes her eyes. “It’s wild that something that feels so good and so intense but only lasts a minute can wear you out so much.”

My hand stills as her words sink in.I’m not offended per se . .. “It was longer than a minute.”

She bursts out laughing, her back arching, and those beautiful tits of hers jiggling and becoming a major distraction to my argument. Patting my chest, she looks up at me. “Yes, it was longer than a minute.”

It doesn’t matter that I sense a hint of condescension because I won that battle. But she’s winning me over. I angle toward her and scoot lower so I can appreciate these breasts of hers. I hold one and knead it before dipping down and flicking the nipple with my tongue.

Her hand settles on the back of my head and slides to my neck, holding me there. I kiss her pink tips until goose bumps populate, and she struggles not to wriggle her hips, seeking relief.

“My sweet girl.” I could fuck her with my finger again, but I want to taste her this time. “You want more? I’ll give you what you want, what you need.”

I bend over her and put my mouth over those supple lower lips of hers. Swiping the tip of my tongue through the top of her folds, I tease her wanton bud and suck until she bucks against me.

Using my body, I still her. I don’t take prisoners, and I want her too much to take my time. I go right for the prize and add another finger. She pulls my hair as her moans become more frequent. I fuck the bed beside her while pleasuring her to the extent of calling my name louder and louder. It’s when she can’t help jolting her hips off the bed that I French-kiss her clit and then nip.

The first tremor sends her quivering in bliss. And when she melts to the mattress, I’m pulled to go higher to be closer to her. I give her one more kiss on her lower lips before turning my attention to her mouth. Taking full possession, I kiss her and go deeper while her body squirms beneath me, moaning into my mouth.

When her body calms and her muscles ease, I pull back to see her tugging that swollen bottom lip of hers under her teeth. I fall to the side, lying next to her, allowing her to get the best of me before I even have a chance to release. It doesn’t matter, only she does. Resting my arm over my head, I close my eyes, still tasting her on my lips.

“That was naughty,” she says, and a gentle poke to my ribs makes me smile.

“Too far?” I ask, my eyes still closed as the adrenaline drains from my body.

Snuggling against my side, she kisses my pec. “No. I liked it more than I expected.”

I spy on her through one open eye. “The sex?”

“The last part.”

I curl her in my arm and kiss her forehead. “I like you, babe. A lot.”

I score that grand prize smile of hers and laugh. “Who knew all I needed was a six-foot-three hunk of a man to make me come for my life to be sunshine and roses, even when it’s rainy outside?”

“I could have told you that.”

She snorts. “I’m sure you could’ve.” Propping herself on my chest, she says, “This has been one of the best days of my life.”

That hits deep and tightens my chest. I bring my other arm over so I’m holding all of her. “One of?” I tease with a smirk.

“Sorry, but winning the barrel races junior year gives it a solid run for the money.”

I lean over, making sure her eyes are firmly on mine when I say, “I’m going to secure first place if it’s the last thing I do before leaving Peachtree Pass.”

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