Page 13 of Rain Delay

“Just watch the movie.”

We’d put a good dent in the nachos before either of us slowed down. I really needed to stretch my legs and I turned sideways and straightened them out in front of me.

“I was just gonna move,” she said. “My butt is numb.”

I watched her shift back onto the couch, careful not to focus too much on her ass, but her toned legs are just as distracting.

Finn continued to chew his bone contentedly so he didn’t try to join her. I looked at the empty space next to her and decided I would. After wiping my hands, I shifted onto my knees then pulled myself onto the couch, careful to stay close to the armrest so I don’t crowd her.

We both got more comfortable as the movie played on. I slouched down against the armrest and spread my legs out in front of me. Ivy pulled a pillow to her side and rested her feet on the coffee table, ankles crossed.

I eventually stopped noticing the sound of Finn chewing his bone and the wind howling outside and became engrossed in the movie. Justin and Amy had just jumped into the lake in their underwear when a loud boom of thunder shook the house.

Ivy lunged toward me, digging her fingers into my chest. Finn barked and hopped onto the couch snuggling against Ivy’s legs. She shifted even closer to me to make room for him. Her wide eyes met mine before dropping to her hands. She loosened her fingers one by one and started to pull away. I placed my hand over hers, holding them in place, and her gaze slowly rose to meet mine again.

I should let her pull away, but that’s the last thing I want. And if I’m reading the look in her eyes right, she doesn’t want to either.

After spending just twenty-four hours together, my previous opinion of her has totally changed. She’s not the ditzy, aimless scatterbrain I thought her to be. Just the way she takes care of Finn tells me that. And now that I know what a smart, caring, and thoughtful person she is, her physical attributes have become amplified.

She’s sexy and adorable and so unassuming, it’s a nice change from the women I usually meet. Kissing her probably isn’t a good idea, but it’s the only one I have at the moment.

Dragging my hand up along her arm, I squeezed her shoulder before sliding my fingers under the thick braid at the nape of her neck. She didn’t flinch or move away. Instead she bit her bottom lip as her gaze dropped to my mouth before meeting mine again, her eyes wide.

I leaned forward slowly, giving her a chance to push me away, pull back, or turn her head but she did neither of those things. Instead her dark eyes continued to stare into mine as I moved closer, then fluttered closed as my lips met hers.

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Ivy

The moment Rusty’smouth met mine, everything else ceased to exist. The feel of his lips on mine, his stubble against my skin, and his heart pounding under my hand became my whole world. And I wanted more.

I moved my hand up to dig my fingers into his hair, the motion smashing my breasts against his chest. His answering groan vibrated through me, making my nipples tingle. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, engulfing me in his embrace. His big hand cupped the back of my head holding me still as he teased me with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

Pulling back slightly, he nibbled at my bottom lip then slipped his tongue inside. The man is absolutely delicious and I eagerly met him stroke for stroke as our tongues tangled, tasting and sharing.

His hand slipped around to cup my breast and I let out a low moan when his thumb flicked back and forth across my distended nipple sending a zing down to my clit. My core clenched and I squeezed my thighs together to ease the ache.

I was torn between moving closer and staying in place, allowing Rusty to continue his sweet torture of my breast. He took the decision from me when he removed his hand from the back of my head and used it to cup my ass, pulling me closer until I was basically lying on top of him. His erection poked into my thigh and I shifted my hips, trying to get it closer to where I needed it.

Rusty reached down and wrapped his hand around the back of my leg, pulling it over his until I straddled him. I let out a long groan as his thick erection poked against my clit, the layers of fabric between us doing nothing to hinder its effect. Our mouths remained fused together as I rubbed myself against him, mimicking the rhythm of our tangling tongues.

My core clenched on every downstroke and I moved faster. Rusty’s hands moved down and squeezed my ass, pulling me harder against him, his counter-thrusts pushing me closer to the edge. I’m not sure I’ve ever had an orgasm from just dry humping. It’s usually an achievement when I have one at all.

I widened my legs and when his hard length slid between my folds, I lost it. My movements became faster, more frantic, and Rusty pressed me down against him as his mouth continued to devour mine.

My nipples tingled just as my inner walls fluttered then clenched as I continued to thrust against him. I couldn’t move fast enough and lost my rhythm, but Rusty took control and helped me find a new one that was just as pleasurable. My orgasm seemed to go on and on and I needed to breathe.

Pulling my mouth from his, I sat back, dragging much-needed air into my lungs. His silver-blue gaze never left my face as I came down from the best release I’ve had in a long time.

“Wow.”

The word came out on a gust of breath as I struggled to get my breathing under control. Once I did, I wasn’t sure if I should thank him or apologize. After all, I’ve had mine and I can still feel his erection pulsing between my thighs, solid proof that he hadn’t had his.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips then sat back, his hands still gripping my ass, holding me flush against him.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I felt a blush spread from my chest, up my neck, to my cheeks. “But I have one question.”

“What’s that?”

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