Page 66 of The Ballad of Us
Rhea is lying beneath me, looking like a goddamn blonde bombshell. I’m overcome with awe over her incredible beauty.
“What?” she asks, growing nervous under my intense gaze.
I smile. “Nothing, baby. I’m just so fucking happy being here with you.”
Fuck, man. I need to work on not getting too riled up too quickly, or this is going to be over way too soon. I haven’t been inside Rhea in over six months. I don’t want to push it for a rush of dopamine. This means far more than a feel-good chemical giving me momentary bliss. This deserves all the time in the world until we get it right.
“Are you okay?” she asks, sensing a shift in me.
I figure the best policy is always honesty with Rhea, no matter how embarrassing it may be. “I’m trying not to prematurely ejaculate like a fourteen-year-old boy before it even begins.” I laugh, even as minutely embarrassed as I am, learning to take life in stride in this moment rather than let my fears ruin the memory of the first time we were intimate again.
Rhea, as sweet and thoughtful as ever, touches her hand to my cheek. “We don’t have to, if you aren’t ready. I don’t want this to be a stressor for you?—”
“Let me cut you off right there, baby. It has nothing to do with me not being ready, nor is it a stressor for me. I’m rock hard from merely kissing you, and I haven’t even taken your bra off yet, for Christ’s sake. I just need to concentrate on another task.” A plan forms in my mind.
Her brows furrow in confusion. “Another task?”
I don’t reply. Instead, I close the space between our lips and press a kiss to her luscious mouth. Reaching between us, I caress the skin all the way from the bottom of her throat to the top of her dark jeans, tracing the top where her skin meets the fabric. Rhea moans when I reach for her buckle and remove it with quickness I didn’t know I was capable of. Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans takes another two seconds too long to get into her pants.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I protest.
“Right back at you, rock star.” She dishes it back to me.
I’ve been so focused on getting Rhea out of her clothes that I haven’t paid any attention to still wearing my jeans, socks, and shoes. “Fair enough.” I kick my shoes off, rip my socks off, and reach for my pants, removing them quicker than anyone has the right to.
Meanwhile, Rhea sits up, forcing me to my side. Removing her pants, she slides skinny jeans off until she’s twisted in a pretzel. I take pity on her and pull the tight denim from her legs, leaving her in sheer black panties. Did she have to wear sheer and black today?
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, allowing it to slide off her arms before throwing it into the abyss of her dimly lit bedroom. I’m mesmerized by her large, beautiful breasts. In my thirty-six years, I've never seen anything more perfect, so naturally, my mouth salivates at the thought of licking, sucking, and fondling her gorgeous breasts right now.
“If you keep staring at me like that, you’re going to give me a complex.” She goes to cover herself.
I reach up to stop her from doing such a terrible thing to me. “Baby, you have the prettiest titties in the US of A. I’m staring at you like I can’t figure out which part of you to put my mouth on first.”
Rhea smirks, and in a playful tone, she says, “I can offer suggestions and guidance on where those lips should go next.”
“I’m all ears,” I whisper as I lean in for a kiss.
Rhea matches my energy back with all she has, her hand threading through my hair. When she reaches the top of my head, my girl fists a chunk of hair and uses it to guide me down to where I want to be. Peppering kisses down the center of her throat, I stop between her breasts. My hands wander all over her body but converge on her gorgeous tits at the same time as my mouth. I fucking devour her, swirling my tongue around the sensitive pink flesh of her peaks. My cock jumps in my boxers when her nipple hardens beneath my lips and tongue.
Pulling her into my mouth, I suck, increasing the pressure until I hit just the right amount. Rhea moans and arches her back off the bed.
Jesus Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hold it together when she does shit like that?
“A little further south,” Rhea murmurs between pants of breath, gently nudging my head down toward the promised land.
I happily oblige, kissing a path from her gorgeous breasts to the soft skin of her stomach until I reach those black, sheer panties. Dipping my head, I press a chaste kiss to the outside of her panties, noticing how wet she is, and look up at her with a rueful smirk. “Like that?”
Her eyes widen in frustration. “You’re toying with my emotions, Gray.”
Her response makes me laugh, but I get the point. Almost giving in to her demands, I dive back between her legs and press my lips to the inside of her thighs, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me and begging for more.
Bunnies. Baseballs. Bermuda Triangle.
Quickly running out of words to keep my mind off how bad I want to come, I stop fucking around and put Rhea out of her misery, pushing her panties to the side. I slide my finger down the center of her wet pussy and put it in my mouth to taste her for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Moaning at Rhea’s sweet taste, I plunge my face between her thighs and lick until my tongue is coated in the nectar of her sweet little cunt.
Rhea bucks beneath me, fisting my hair and nearly smothering me in between her soft pussy lips. I take that as the invitation I need to thoroughly explore her. Removing the panties, I spread her legs wider and open her up to lick every inch of her.
Her little clit is tucked perfectly between her pretty pussy lips like a sweet little gift. The more I suck on it, the harder it grows, meaning Rhea is close as fuck to orgasming.
