Page 50 of Raised On It

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Enough talking.”

“I get it if you can’t handle a conversation like this yet.” My left hand travels down her side, gently grazing the side of her breast and causing her to catch her breath yet again. “We can talk later.” My thumb finds its way across her nipple, and the silky material of her cute little summer dress leaves little to the imagination as it pebbles under my touch.

Unable to find her voice, she nods her head with her full lips parted, begging me to take them. Obligingly, I do just that, devouring her like a man starved. And she feasts on me just the same.

Our hands are all over each other.

I’m not sure how, but she feels even better than I’ve been imagining since I watched her walk away from me on her first night in town.

Somehow, we’ve made it to the couch, and as usual, she’s taking the lead. I’m on my back, and she’s straddling me, setting a ferocious pace as she grinds herself on me. She must not realize I’ve been dreaming about her every night for two weeks and it’s not gonna take much more before I blow.

“Babe, let’s take this to your bed.”

Her smile spreading against my lips tells me she’s been having similar dreams. She wastes no time getting off me, then takes me by the hand to help me up and follow her to the back of the house.

When we get to her room, she turns on the little lamp next to the bed. Slipping the tiny spaghetti straps off her shoulders, she lets her dress fall to her feet, and hand to God, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Her skin is flawless, her breasts are full and natural and her pert pink nipples are begging for my mouth. The sexy curve of her hips is alluring with her thumbs in the thin sides of her panties as she teases me with the promise of baring herself to me completely. Of course I want to see all of her, but ifI don’t stop her right this second, things are going to go farther than I’m ready for them to go. I still haven’t shown her everything, and I’m not taking her completely until I do.

Closing the space between us, I pick her up and gently toss her on the bed. When she sees me kick off my shoes, she props herself up on her elbows to watch me. Wearing nothing but her panties, she looks like a wet dream.

After I pull my T-shirt over my head, she catcalls me like I’m a stripper.

“Take it off!”

I throw my shirt at her, and she makes a show of taking a big whiff of it.

“Yum…campfire.”

The gleam in her eyes, the glow in her cheeks, the want in her voice, and the way she can’t stop moving her closed legs together tell me she’s ready. She wants it all.

When I pull down my shorts, her eyes grow big and her mouth agape in anticipation. When I don’t pull down my briefs, she looks disappointed, and it’s adorable. I join her on the bed, and when my hand touches her soft skin and starts to explore her body, the simple act has her writhing and moaning for more.

I can’t take my eyes off her face, so when she opens her heavy lids and looks at me, there’s an unmistakable connection.

A mutual feeling.

Something more than just going to bed with the hot tourist from New York.

When I look into her eyes, I feel a realness I’ve never felt with another woman.

I’m looking at my future.

My family.

My happy ending and not the kind of happy ending I’m usually looking for.

“Thank you for inviting me in tonight.”

She nods.

“I hope you aren’t disappointed,” I say as I pull her nipple between my lips.

Her back arches, and her eyes close again. “How could I be?” she asks in a lust-filled sigh.

Because I can’t give you what you want.

Not yet.

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