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Bella was speechless and it took a second for her to catch up. “Oh!” Dear God, he thought she meant …
Her thoughts trailed away and her eyes rolled back when he licked at the entrance of her body and up to her clit.
“My girl likes it.” His breath was hot against her but still, she shivered.
“F-finger.”
“Mmmm. Good. Look at me,” he ordered. Bella did. Travis’ eyes glowed in the late-afternoon light and he pushed her higher against the door. “Watch. I want to see you when my finger slides inside your ass.”
Truth be told, Bella couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. She lowered her gaze, pulled up her shirt for an unobstructed view. Travis’ hand plundered her folds, dipped and slid against the inner lips.
He lifted his hand, his fingers glossy with her juices, and waggled his middle finger at her. She grinned and thrust her pelvis. He huffed out a laugh and speared her, the digit disappearing inside her sex. A few short twists of his wrist, this way and that, and that finger slid out and pressed against her ass.
Bella tensed and sucked in a breath between her teeth.
“Relax, baby. You know how good it’s gonna feel, don’t ya?”
She loved how Travis’ Southern drawl was more pronounced when it came to sex. Proper grammar flew out the window. He was all country, all hot, all hers. She nodded and he smiled, then slow and easy, screwed his longest finger into her bottom.
Her breath whooshed out and she sank down, impaling herself. She shuddered in pleasure. “Oh.”
“Oh is right. Let’s see about getting you to come now.” He licked at her clit. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Bells?” He nipped her clit, tugged it between his lips, worried it back and forth.
“Ah fuck, Trav, please …” She’d give anything to come. She’d give anything to keep him inside her, his mouth focused on her pussy, his full attention centered on her.
He wiggled his finger in her ass, pulled back, then shoved back inside, hard. “It’s okay, baby. Let go. Let me have it all.” He fucked her with small, hard thrusts and she held his mouth to her, riding his tongue, his lips, the edges of his teeth.
She closed her eyes, lost herself in the feel of him between her legs. The permission he gave meant everything. Last night she’d taken some of the control, some of the power for the pleasure. He wanted her wild and untamed. He wanted everything she could give in their sexual play. She wanted the same thing from him. And that freedom sent her tumbling over the cliff’s edge.
It hit her, rolled over her, and she bucked her hips. Travis didn’t slow his sucking, nibbling, licking. The more he worked her clit, the more drawn out her climax. She loved this feeling. She never wanted to come down, but all too soon she did. And Travis was there, kissing his way up her body until he got to her mouth.
She smelled herself on his breath and met him for the kiss that was waiting for her. Their tongues tangled for a brief time, until he lifted his head. Their eyes locked and a smile tilted his lips. Heat began to flow through her again. “I like payback,” she purred.
