Page 47 of Pumpkin
And like a dog summoned to his master, Pumpkin crawled to her. He laid down as flat as he could. He lifted her leg that was over the back of the couch to his shoulder. Starting at her knee, he kissed his way to her core. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have her splayed out on his California King bed.
Then he amended what he wouldn’t give to have hertiedto his California King bed. He wasn’t into a lot of the heavier kinks, but bondage with a trusted partner? Hell yeah, he was into that.
The sweet tang of her arousal was all he could smell. He wanted to gather up her juices and coat every of inch of himself in it. It could be his new body wash.
He just got his mouth over her when his back spasmed. Pumpkin cursed. They were going to need to switch positions. Again. Christ, this was annoying, but thankfully, Dosia didn’t seem to mind.
He pinched her ass. Dosia jumped, letting out a yelp of surprise. “Hands and knees.”
She blinked, “What?”
“Get on,” Pumpkin said sternly, “your hands and knees.”
Dosia watched him for a second before shifting. She carefully twisted her legs around until she was able to spin without risk ofkicking him. Then that fucking beautiful ass was right in front of him. Pumpkin dropped a kiss to her left cheek.
“Has anyone ever been here before?” He made the location of his inquiry known by blowing between her crack at her tight pucker.
Dosia stiffened. “No, and you aren’t either.”
Pumpkin chuckled. “Never say never, baby.” He nipped her right cheek. “Scoot up. Tits over the armrest.”
She obeyed so well. Pumpkin certainly had a domineering presence in the bedroom. He liked it when women let him play, to control. That Dosia seemed to do so naturally only cemented just how right they were together. They’d figure everything else out, but this? Pumpkin hoped sex between them continued to get better and better, especially as he healed more and regained muscle and flexibility.
Flipping onto his back, Pumpkin slid his shoulders through her legs, hooking her knees on his upper arms.
She stared down at him wide-eyed, like she couldn’t believe he was there of all places.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Now, sit, baby. Ride my tongue.” When her cheeks flushed red and her mouth popped open in shock, Pumpkin chuckled darkly, knowing where his breath was going. “Consider it practice for when you ride my cock, because you’re doing that next.”
What was she doing?What was shedoing?Dosia had no good answer or explanation. How had they gone from finally talking about the daughter they shared to having sex on her love seat? Come to think of it, the couch name was apropos.
All of her sanity had left her, or maybe she never had any to begin with, because Dosia lowered her throbbing core directly down onto his mouth. She’d never been so turned on in her life, and his dirty talk only made her blood boil hotter.
The roughness of his beard tickled her legs as she hovered againsthis lips. She tried to balance most of her weight on her elbows on the arm of the couch.
Pumpkin nuzzled his nose against her sensitive clit, making her jump. When he spoke, she felt his hot breathinsideher, like he was using her vagina as a megaphone. “Sit down or I will make you sit. Doesn’t matter to me,” he placed his hands on her hips as if in warning. “The result is the same.”
“I hurt your legs by sitting on your lap. I don’t want to hurt your mouth too.” When she’d told Dosia of his injuries last Sunday, Frankie had said he’d shattered most of his teeth. They looked, well, fixed now, but she didn’t know if he was sore there too.
A growl rumbled up low in his belly as his hands tightened on her hips. “My mouth works just fine. Here—let me show you.”
With a tug, Dosia tumbled forward, her pussy slamming down onto his lower face. Dosia had no recollection of his dream, or possible memory, of him eating her out six years ago. Any of her other relationships generally involved fingering as foreplay or just heavy petting. She’d only ever had one boyfriend go down on her, but his lack of enthusiasm had made the experience nothing short of boring.
Pumpkin, in no way, lacked enthusiasm.
Dosia gasped, her thighs trembling, as Pumpkin’s lips, tongue, and breath worked in unison. She’d thought his kisses—the ones on her mouth—had been good? It was like he was French kissing her pussy, his tongue sliding in and out of her as he nibbled and sucked. Her heart raced as she fought to remember how to breathe. While his hands were still on her hips, Dosia was the one moving. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it at first, thrusting herself up and down on his mouth.
A tsunami of shock, desire, and ecstasy washed over her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Pumpkin!”
He growled, ripping his mouth away from her. Dosia let out a whine of protest at the loss. “‘Seth,’” he told her, his voice deep and guttural. “When I am inside you, I’m Seth.”
Dosia looked down her naked body to meet his eyes. Maybe it wasthe lust that made his brown eyes seem almost black or how close she felt she’d been to an orgasm before he’d torn his mouth away. She’d never feltplayfulduring sex before, never felt comfortable enough to even attempt it. Yet it seemed so natural now.
“But you’re not inside me,Pumpkin.”
His nostrils flared against her labia. And then he moved his hands. One went to her stomach, pushing her back slightly. Still over his face, but more on his chin than his mouth. The other hand?—
