Page 41 of Moonshine Lullabies

“C’mere, baby,” he whispered against my mouth and he dipped slightly, pulling at the outside of my thighs, encouraging me to jump.

I leaped eagerly into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he hitched me up higher, his hands at my thighs, sliding to my ass, as he turned to march us through the living room and down the hall to my room.

He didn’t toss me on the bed, which I wouldn’t have minded, it could have been fun. He laid me down carefully, pressing himself against me through the layers of our clothing until I gasped with the feel of him hard and straining against his jeans.

“God, I want you so bad.” His voice was guttural with his restraint and I felt my blood heat and zing through my veins with that extra little pizzazz that got a girl excited.

I toed off my boots behind him and dragged his mouth back to mine with my hands nipping his bottom lip and saying breathy and not meaning to entirely, my voice coming out seductive and low, I said, “Feeling’s mutual, so c’mere.”

He pulled back just enough to drag his shirt over his head, and then came back to me, his mouth moving against my own, his warm hand disappearing up under my shirt to touch my skin andoh,how I shuddered, my pussy growing from warm to hot in my jeans and tingling in that right way that I so loved and hadn’t felt in a real long time.

He pulled the snaps of my blouse apart and pushed my tank top out of his way. He bowed his head and pressed his lips to my stomach. I gasped and arched into the touch of his lips, tangling my hands in his hair, and pressing his mouth good and close to my body in a damn near frenzy to getmore.

He chuckled lightly against my skin and the sensation of it made me shudder with delight. He kissed me sweetly, flicking his tongue against my stomach as his long-fingered hands worked the button through its loop on my jeans and lowered the zipper. When he hooked fingers into my waistband and let up with his kisses, I followed his silent signals and bucked my hips up off the bed for him to peel my pants off me like helpin’ a snake shed its skin.

He looked down at me, and the look in his hooded bright blue eyes made my breath catch even as I sat up and struggled my way out of my blouse while he went for his belt to undo it.

I stripped myself down to my bra, shrugging out of my snap-button plaid-pattern country-fit blouse and peeling my white tank off over my head.

He kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks and then mine. When he straightened up from that, it was my turn, my hands at his waistband, slipping his button out of his loop and looking up the lean long like of his naked torso into those intense eyes as he watched me undress him.

His cock was fucking beautiful, long, and sleek – taking my breath away with just how perfect it was. I flicked my tongue out along my lips to wet them and jerked my head up at Collier’s sharp intake of breath.

He watched me, almost frozen, waiting to see what I would do. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face even as I took the hot velvet length of him into my hand, stroking him from root to tip, paying extra attention to his thick head, working my palm across it in a circular motion in a gentle touch.

He groaned and the naked desire in his face served to turn me on that much more as I kept my eyes on his and took him into my mouth.

He was… shit, I don’t know how to describe it – but it was heady, intoxicating, and an absolute delight to have him there. The feel of the head of his cock sliding over my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, the way it felt to suck him and press the insides of my cheeks against his shaft as the head of his cock lightly nudged the back of my throat – Lord, it was erotic and with every feral breath and little groan he let out, it encouraged me to do that much more to him.

There was nothing like making love to a man with your mouth and having it do all the right things andbe enough.

He reached out and gathered my hair, but he was good about it. He didn’t pull it or hold my head to thrust. He just watched me and concentrated on his breathing as he reveled in what I did for him. I feltappreciated.

It was nice. It was beyond nice… and I just couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck that’s so good,” he cried at one point and threw back his head, giving himself over to the feeling and I loved that. I loved watching him and I couldn’t get enough of the sounds that he made.

I was almost disappointed when he begged me to stop.

Pulling my mouth reluctantly from his cock, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and he came down without hesitation to kiss me fervently, at the same time his hands went behind me to unhook my bra.

I let him take the article of clothing, my arms just sort of automatically going to cover my breasts and he caught them, going completely to his knees in front of me and winding them around his neck and shoulders.

“Don’t ever feel like you have to hide from me,” he whispered against my mouth and I parted my knees to let him closer.

His fingertips trailed lightly down my back, from the base of my neck to part some to trace along my shoulder blades andoh my God…it’d been so long since anyone had touched me like that. So light, so full of care, it was like my nervous system disconnected from my mind and my mind went flinging off somewhere at the back of the house and out into the swamp. I didn’t care if I ever got it back.

I wanted to live in the bliss of that light touch forever. The skin of the plane of my back sensitive and probably my biggest erogenous zone I had that literally no one had ever paid attention to it before. But Collier… Collier was like a hound that’d scented blood and he was on the trail – boy, I’ll tell you.

“Scoot up on the bed,” he told me and I planted my hands by my hips to comply. He hooked his fingertips in the waist band of my panties as I did it, taking them from me as I scooted back up on the bed.

“On your stomach for me, baby,” he ordered, and I twisted and laid down on my tummy, pressing my thighs together and crossing my ankles out of shy reflex.

He stood back there a moment, and I was vaguely aware of him discarding my panties on the floor as he breathed, “God you’re fuckin’ beautiful.” He pressed a light kiss at my Achilles heel.

I gasped and gripped the covers beneath me as he worked his way slowly up my body with his lips, touching my calves, lingering behind my knees, and breathing me in all along the way.

His body heat radiated from his chest over my legs, warming me and sending tingles through my entire body even as my pussy positively ached for his attentions.

---