Page 94 of The Runaway and the Rugged
“Where are we goin’?” she asked breathlessly, nervous.
“Need you all to myself right now, that okay?”
It was dark, slightly hazy, and with my truck parked around the back of the building, I knew no one would catch us out here.
“Yeah, that’s… that’s okay.”
Once at the back of the truck, by the truck bed, I used one hand to pull on the latch and slowly lowered it into a seat. Seconds later, I was placin’ Emelia onto the tailgate. Using my hips to spread her legs wide and placin’ my palms firmly beside her, cagin’ her in, I found myself completely lost in her gaze.
This woman was dangerously breathtaking.
“It’s been a while,” I admitted, though I wasn’t mad at the thought.
She sucked in a lungful of air.
“Been a while since what?”
“Since I’ve touched a woman,” I confessed. “But seein’ you like this, feelin’ the heat comin’ off your pussy, I’m not upset that I haven’t.”
Her eyes damn near rolled into the back of her head, lust and arousal blatant in her expression.
“Garth, please,” she whimpered. “You should’ve warned me that you have a dirty mouth.”
I chuckled.
“Where’s the fun in that? Now, I’m gonna give you two options to choose from,” I explained. “You want my fingers?” Running the tips of my fingers up the soft, gentle curve of her thigh, I stopped just shy of her underwear. “Or my tongue?”
Her mouth had fallen open on a gasp.
“I… uh…” she stammered, her words shaky. I started to gradually lower myself until I was at eye level with her panty-covered pussy, waiting and fuckin’ starved for what was to come next.
“Shhh, you’re right, baby. You’ve done damn good today and need both of ’em… And you desire every bit of what I’m about to do to you, don’t you?”
Peering up at glazed, ravenous eyes, I noticed she was now leaning back onto her palms, more than eager to satisfy my appetite.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
Her skirt was bunched at the waist, and as I leaned in, heart thumping wildly, I used my pointer finger to push the fabric of her panties to the side and I dove in. My tongue came down gently, swirling its way around her needy clit until she threw the hat off my head and speared her fingers through my hair.
Fuck.
She tasted just as I had imagined, like the best thing in the fuckin’ world.
With slow, leisurely drags up and down her center, I savored it all. Her taste, her delicate curves that I began to trace meticulously, and the way she moaned my name, I nearly combusted.
“Garth!” She panted, tugging and yanking my hair like reins, pulling me to her neediest spot until a cry of relief rang out when I touched it.
“Glad I fuckin’ waited for this.” I devoured. “Only want this. Only need this.” Using my middle finger, I angled it just right before pushing in deep, makin’ sure to brush her sensitive spot inside. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on my face, until the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm washed over her.
“Oh god…” The words fell past her lips on a moan that went straight to my cock.
Lost in lust, lost in the moment, my tongue and finger fell into sync, a firm pace that had her crying out for more.
“Garth, I think I’m there.” She whimpered, her voice coiled with urgency.
“I got you, baby, let go for me.”
Moments later, her body had tensed beneath my flicking tongue and soon she was filling the night sky with a piercing scream. I didn’t stop, wanting to prolong the sensation longer, wanting her to feel every last bit of it until she finally slumped back into the truck bed, her entire body trembling from the aftershocks.
