Page 64 of Small Town Hunter

“I have all the blankets already.”

I get up and pass her my rumpled corduroy jacket. It’s heavy and lined. “Put it over your feet,” I tell her.

She throws the jacket aside. “I don’t want that.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“I want you!”

She drags me into the bed.

“Trina— you’re bare…Oh, Jesus…”

She kisses me again.

And I can’t hold it. I’m pushing my thumb through, where it’s wet and juicy, and she cries out against my mouth in a sudden sharp release of tension.

“Crash! Crash!”

“Shhh…lay your hot ass down. You don’t know what the hell you want!”

Her lips find mine in the dark again and I roll into the bed, keeping her tucked under me as I taste those lips in every way possible. Time passes and we do nothing but kiss.

“Mmm, mmm,” she moans, moving against me and wrapping her arms around my neck in wanton abandon.

“Show me what it’s supposed to be,” she whispers in my ear.

I pull her hair free of the thing she’s wrapped around it. Her curls spill loose in a wide soft carpet that smells better than any flower or honeycomb.

I take her hand and press it lower. “Feel that?”

She inhales. “What do you want me to do?”

I take her hand off my stiff and twine my fingers with it. Trina’s not some local tail I’m paying by the hour. “Don’t do nothing.”

I lower myself, kissing down her stomach, which is soft and dimpled like the rest of her. She’s holding her breath, maybe taking my command too literally.

I lower my head and she melts like ice cream on my tongue before jerking back.

“Oh!There?”

Back up.

I sit up and pull her close, stroking the small of her back where her waist nips in and her ass fans out. “There’s no rules. It’s like a dance. Stop if it goes too fast but trust my lead.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she says, voice catching.

Isthatwhere she draws the line here? Does she think what I just did can get her pregnant? I grip my dick and pull back.Think, jackass. You fuck her and then what?

She catches feelings. I break her heart.

I must be tin-headed. There are a million reasons to back off right now from this chick and only one reason not to.

“Turn on the light,” I tell her. The darkness is letting in bad notions. Not to mention heightening all my other senses— the scent and feel of Trina. A light of shame would cool me down— cool us both down.

She leans over and turns it on the nightlight.

Mistake.

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