Page 12 of Secrets on the Mountain

"Fuck baby, I thought you were going to blow me off."

I throw her on my bed and don't give her a chance to move before I'm climbing over her. My hands can't get her clothes off fast enough, and even the words I'm saying are in the way of getting my mouth on my woman.

"I remembered how much I liked blowing you." Junie giggles, pushing against my shoulder like she actually expects to roll me onto my back.

For a second I'm a kid in his twenties again, rolling around in a hotel suite bed with a hot little college coed that has me thinking about buying a diamond ring and getting down on one knee-- before the game that would be my last, where the knee I was planning on getting down on ended my career and my relationship.

It's just me and June-bug and our whole future ahead of us still.

Our bedroom was always full of her sweet laughter while we tussled for control until one of had the other panting and moaning.

"You put that hot little mouth on my cock right now and I'll be out of the game way too soon."

I hook my thumbs into the waist of her stretchy leggings and peel them and her panties off together.

The lamp on one of the bedside tables is on, casting the dips and rises of June's body in warm light and shadows that have me letting my breath out in a low groan at the sheer fucking beauty of her.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

June's arms cross over her middle as if my heated stare makes her self-conscious.

"It's been a long time, Cane," she whispers, as I take my hands and gently move hers so she's not hiding herself from me anymore. "I'm not twenty-five anymore...things change. I had a baby."

"You had my baby," I growl, running my eyes over every perfect inch of the skin she's so shy about before crawling down so I can kiss every place my eyes have already been.

"You're just as fucking perfect as you've always been, baby girl." And I'm not saying that to make her feel better. Junie's body really is everything I remember plus a little better.

"I love these curves," I mumble, dragging my finger, and then my tongue along her ribs and then over the soft swell of her belly. "Love the way you're all soft and rounded out now. Like a woman should be."

Junie giggles softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I nip and lick my way over her body.

"I was always curvy," she says, as if I need reminding.

I groan again and get to my knees, with her legs spread open on either side of mine while I make quick work of undoing my jeans and pulling out my cock.

"And your curves have always done this to me, Junie-bee," I wrap her hand around my hardness and let the sensation take me to heaven.

6

JUNE

You'd think nothing had changed from the way Cane looks at me. Like I haven't put on weight, like my boobs are still perky, like I don't have stretch marks like tiger stripes all along my abdomen.

Meanwhile, Cane's still in great shape. His body is still made of hard slabs of solid muscle that haven't gotten hidden under padding from age or a sedentary lifestyle.

As much as I enjoy the view as he peels his shirt off and tosses it aside, I can't help but feel self-conscious about not being able to offer him the same in return.

When he wraps my hand around his shaft, however, I can feel it throbbing in my grip. If there's any room left to doubt that Cane's still as attracted to me as he ever was, it's erased when I see the way his face pinches tightly as he thrusts against my hand as if he's on the verge of losing control.

"Fuck baby, I can't let you touch me like that yet." Cane grits the words out at the same time he steals his thickness from my hand. "I'll be making a mess of you way too soon for either of us to be happy about it," he whispers hoarsely as he moves south, kissing his way quickly down my body till he reaches his destination.

With his head between my thighs, I don't have anything to do with my hands except thread them through his hair.

It's been so long since I touched him and now that I have, it's like I can't stop. I need to feel him, to have my hands on him just to remind myself he's really there.

Then I feel Cane's warm breath against my drenched core, the pads of his thumbs rough against my most delicate skin as he spreads me open and dips his tongue into my center.

"You're so fucking wet, Junie." His voice is a rasp between exploratory strokes of his tongue. "You still taste as delicious as I remember."

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