Page 24 of Big Obsession

It’s like there’s something lodged in my throat until she stands up in only her bra and panties. She puts her hands on her hips. “Now what?”

Shattered, I stutter, “Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

She walks slowly to me but stops before I can reach her. When her hands go behind her back, my hands fist in my lap in anticipation. She undoes her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders, and when her breasts are bared to me, I can no longer sit still. I stand up, hovering over her. Like a caveman, I pick her up, and her legs go around my waist. I dip my head and nuzzle my face into her breast before suckling her. Her back arches, and one of her hands goes to the back of my head to hold me to her.

I move from one breast to the other and then lay her gently on my bed.

I grip each side of her panties and pull them down, tossing them over to the chair.

When she’s completely naked, my first thought is that I want to keep her right here, naked in my bed, forever. I climb onto the bed and put a hand on each knee, pushing her thighs open.

She grips the covers, and I when I kiss her lower belly, her hips buck. She moans my name, and I have every intention of going slowly, but as soon as I taste her, there’s no holding back. I part her lips and lick her swollen folds. When I nudge her engorged clit, she bucks again. I circle her with my tongue and then suck her into my mouth. “Yes,” she moans.

I’ll never get enough of her, and when her orgasm hits, she writhes under me, but I don’t stop. I softly lick her, tasting her arousal, and when she comes down, I take her to the edge again. Over and over, I kiss, touch, lick, and please her. I don’t stop until she’s begging me to, telling me it’s too much.

Her eyes are hooded as I climb up her body and lie next to her.

As soon as she catches her breath, I pull her to me.

“Wow,” she says. “I had no idea.”

I kiss the top of her head. I should say something, but I’m speechless. Dolly is an addiction, and I can’t imagine letting her go. Not now, not ever.

Her hand slides down my chest, and when she reaches for my belt buckle, even though I want her hands on me, I have to stop her. She raises her head to look at me. “Tuck, I thought?—”

I cup her face in my hand. “Honey, not until you’re ready.”

She laughs. “I am ready. I think you felt how ready I am.”

My cock is practically vibrating in my pants, and I would love some relief, but I’m not going to give in. Not yet.

“If you were ready, you wouldn’t want to hide us.”

She sits up, pulling the sheet around her, and as soon as she hides her body from me, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. “Baby, please.”

She pulls her knees up under her chin. “I don’t think you get it, Tuck. You’re you, and I’m me.”

I sit up too, not following where she’s going. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs and looks so sad, I wish I could take away whatever it is that is hurting her. She won’t even look at me. “It means that you are Tucker Yates, most eligible bachelor in Big Wood and the best bull rider in Tennessee!”

I shake my head, not understanding.

She slides from the bed, and with the sheet wrapped around her, she starts pacing. “I’m nobody. I’m a school teacher and have never been out of Big Wood. I’m too loud, too big, too much. You should be with a woman like Karla, not with me.”

I stand up from the bed, and when she tenses as I get close, I stand my ground in front of her but don’t touch her. “You think I should be with a woman that puts herself before her kid?”

She looks surprised. “What? No, of course not. I meant how Karla is beautiful?—”

I cut her off. “Dolly, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re letting everything Karla has ever said to you fill your head. She always made you feel less than, and she wasn’t nice toyou. You can’t let her ruin what we could have together. You’re the only woman that I’ve ever wanted to settle down with. I want to be with you. And until you’re ready for that, I think—I know—we should wait before we take this any further. I’m telling you right now, baby, once I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

Because her standing in my bedroom in only a sheet is too much temptation, I pick her clothes up and slowly start dressing her. I kiss her skin before I cover it, and when she is fully clothed, I’m so hard I could hammer nails.

I ignore the erection in my pants. “Come on. Let’s get some ice cream and sit on the porch.”

I send her outside while I get us some scoops and I take a minute to calm my raging hormones. My cock is pretty pissed at me right now, and I can’t say I blame it. I had a woman—my woman—ready and willing, and I put her off. I hope I’m making the right decision.

As I let the screen door slam behind me, I watch Dolly swinging on my porch. She slows it down so I can sit next to her, and I hand her a bowl.

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