Page 12 of My Favorite Mistake
“I don’t,” he said thickly. “I’ve just got this feeling that we’re rushing things.”
She swirled her tongue over his head, dragging a groan out of him. “Is this one of yourfeelingfeelings, that we’re rushing things?”
“I—I don’t know. I can’t think when you’re—when you’re—”
He made a strangled sound as she took him into her mouth. Now, Fanny knew a trick or two, and she relaxed her throat so she could take him all the way to the hilt. Then she brought both of her hands up and began working him with those, too.
After that, there were no more protests from Nick Cradduck. Only grunted curse words that in no way suggested he disapproved of what she was doing.
She thought he would come in her mouth, but after a few minutes, he drew her off him. He pulled her to her feet and began fumbling with the ties of her dress. “My turn,” he growled.
Fanny decided not to think too hard about how he’d become so adept at undressing a woman, but damned if he didn’t have her stripped bare in one minute flat.
He leaned back, taking a moment to drink her in. “I knew it. I bloody well knew it.”
Fanny couldn’t resist striking a bit of a pose, thrusting out her breasts and cocking a hip out to the side. “What did you know?” she asked, even though she had a fair idea, based on the hunger in his eyes.
He yanked her to him, and she made an incoherent sound as all of her softness pressed up against all of his hardness. “That you’d look like a fucking goddess,” he growled before his lips descended on hers.
He kissed her so soundly her knees actually buckled, as if she were some swooning virgin. Chuckling, Nick lowered her to the ground, spreading his own shirt on the grass for her to lie upon.
He proceeded to assault her in the best possible way. She was going to have to wear a fichu for the next week to cover the love bites Nick was giving her, but she didn’t have the heart to stop him, not when they felt so delicious. By the time he worked his way down to her breasts, she was gasping for breath.
He groaned as he palmed the soft globes. “So gorgeous,” he breathed, testing their fullness, his face full of wonder as he saw that she more than filled his hands. He pressed a kiss to one of her peach nipples, and her hips bucked in response. He gave her that wicked grin. “Let’s see how sensitive you are here, Red.”
Then he was kissing her, teasing her nipples with his tongue, working her into such a frenzy that she had to shout at him to give her the deep suction she craved.
One thing was for sure—he was going to have a hell of a time getting the grass stains out of his shirt because for the life of her, Fanny couldn’t stop writhing.
Eventually, it reached the point where she honestly thought she was going to die if she didn’t have an orgasm, so she threaded her hands into that dark, silky hair and shoved his head down to where it would do her some good.
She was curious to see how Nick would respond. Oh, he talked a good game, about how she washis girland they could call the banns that Sunday.
But not one man in a dozen would perform the service she was craving.
But Nick Cradduck proved to be one of them. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned, breathing her in. He pressed a line of kisses up the inside of her thigh.
Then he parted her folds and found her pearl with his tongue.
Now, Fanny happened to be a woman who liked cock, who could come, and come hard, just from a man giving her a good pounding.
Butthiswas herfavorite, the spot she rubbed when she diddled herself before falling asleep each night. And Nick Cradduck knew what he was about. He started with some light, teasing swirls, but quickly marked how far gone she was and quickened the pace, laving her with the flat of his tongue. Within minutes, he had her cursing and pulling his hair, but he was smart enough to know this wasn’t a sign of discouragement. Sliding a finger inside of her, he unerringly went to that little bundle of nerves on the front side of her wall and began to rub it, just as he locked his lips around her special spot and gave her a suck.
Well, that had the predictable effect. White sparks shot behind Fanny’s eyes as she screamed his name, and everything in her lower half throbbed and shook, helpless against this onslaught of pleasure.
When the trees stopped spinning above her, Fanny opened her eyes to find Nick grinning at her smugly. “What do you think, Red? Am I worth keeping around?”
“You’ve done it now, Nick Cradduck.” She shoved him onto his back and threw her leg over him. His cock was hard as iron, and she rubbed her sopping-wet passage teasingly against it, enjoying the way his eyes went hazy with pleasure. “There’ll be no getting rid of me.”
“Good,” he said, bringing a hand up to push a stray curl out of her face, and what was this? A tender smile on that absurdly handsome face? Fanny almost melted into a puddle right then and there, but she managed to hold herself together enough to grab his cock and guide it into her slick passage.
Nick groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. But he hadn’t seen a thing yet. Fanny knew what she was about, too, and as she started to slide up and down his deliciously thick length, she tightened her inner muscles so she was really gripping him.
“Fuck, Fanny.” A vein popped out on the side of his temple. “That’s sofuckinggood.”
“Well,” she said, increasing her pace, “let’s see how you like this.”
She proceeded to ride him like the hounds of hell were behind her. She could tell Nick was trying to hold back, trying to make her come again before he gave in to his climax. And, although his huge, thick cock did feel delicious inside of her, given how riled up he was, she figured that probably wouldn’t happen in this their first time. She just wanted to make it as good for him as he’d made it for her.
