Page 41 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“Your taste is like ambrosia; food for the fucking gods.”
“Oh!Oh, fuck….”
She moves against my fingers, and I insert two inside her,moaning as she clamps down on them.
“You’re so tight.I love how wet you get for me.”
“Oh, yes… Don’t stop.”
“I want to be so deep inside you, feel you as you come.”
“I want that, too.”
“Look at me.I want you to look at me when you come, Casey.”
Her lids flutter open, and she stares up at me, breathingheavily.I move faster, wishing I had her in my bed.She grips my fingers tightly,and I press my thumb down on her clit.
“Oh, God… Oh, God… Yes!”
She begins to tighten around me, and I brace myself for thefeelings that are about to flood my body.I’ve made her come three timesalready, and each time has been better than the previous one.I can’t explainit.This has never happened with anyone before.But she’s my mate; itshouldbe different with her.
“Fuck!”I growl as she comes.
She pulls me in for a fervent kiss as her muscles spasmaround my fingers.She forces her tongue past my lips as her body shakesagainst me.I can hardly breathe.I’m totally lost in this woman, and I’llnever get enough of her.Breaking away, she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Oh, Sheriff.Sheriff, Sheriff, Sheriff….”
“What?”
“If you’re going to be doing all that, I think you betterfeed me first.”
“You mind if we get it to go?I want to show you something.”
“What about…?”
She looks down, pointing to the tent she’s pitched in myjeans.I shake my head with a chuckle and adjust myself.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”She shrugs, fixing her clothes.“If you say so.”
We walk inside hand in hand, and Suzie greets us with a widegrin.She always has one on her face.This place has been around for a while,and Suzie hasalwaysbeen like this.
“Hello there, Sheriff.”
“Miss Suzie, how are you?”
“Good as I’ll ever be.Who’s this pretty little thing?”
I turn to Casey with a smile, and she extends her hand toSuzie.
“This is Casey.Casey, meet Miss Suzie.She makes the bestsweet potato pie in Montana.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Suzie.”
“The pleasure is mine, sweetheart.I was wondering when anice young lady would make an honest man out of our handsome sheriff.”
Noticing Casey’s discomfort at the direction of theconversation, I take over.
