Page 53 of Small Town Firsts
I rubbed my nose against his. “The moon doesn’t smell, silly.”
“It does. The moonflowers that come out just for the big moon in the sky. They only really open at night to show off their pretty blossoms from the shadows.” His fingers slid around to my belly then cupped my breast, testing its weight and groaning when my nipple tightened against his palm.
My fingers flexed on his shoulders as I unconsciously rolled my hips.
He lifted my shirt up and off, cupping my breasts to lift to his mouth. He brushed his beard across my skin. A mixture of bristle and silk that made my nipples tighten all the more. His eyes seemed almost black in the shadows of the curtain of my hair. The espresso brown intense and watchful.
He sucked harder and my head fell back as the zing of awareness dented the foggy pleasure and arrowed down between my legs. “What are you doing to me?”
“If you have to ask, maybe I’m not doing it right.” He switched from one breast to the other, the pressure making me lightheaded.
My knees dug so deep into the couch cushions that I couldn’t move more than a few inches, which tucked the stiff shaft of his cock tight against my cutoffs. I scraped my nails down his chest, and the hair along his pecs danced around my fingers and left me even buzzier.
I tried to shimmy back but we were locked together.
He groaned as I rubbed against him. “Kira, you’re killing me here.”
I reached between us, using his rock hard middle to push myself up enough for a little distance between us.
He dragged me back down, flattening my breasts against his chest. “Don’t go.”
“We’re going to start a fire with the cotton and denim here, Viking.”
“Yeah, we are.”
I laughed and gasped as his clever teeth scored down my neck to my shoulder. “Get those fucking shorts off so I can get inside you again. My cock already misses you.”
My brain still didn’t know what to do with his dirty mouth. All I knew was that I was wetter than I’d ever been with anyone else, even though it didn’t make a lick of sense. I tipped my head to give him a little more access as he swirled his tongue along my pulse point then bit lightly.
“I have a perfectly respectable bedroom.”
“Later,” he said as he raced over the skin between my shoulder and neck. He scooted to the edge of the couch and helped me stand over him. He looked up at me, my breasts right there swinging in front of him. They were just too big to be perky.
Not that it seemed to matter to him. He used two knuckles to pinch my nipple until it throbbed then freed it to taste again. His tongue stroked and scraped over the insanely sensitive tip.
“Ronan.” I cupped his face, feeling the muscles and jaw working as he never stopped tasting me. My breasts were bright pink from his scruff and lips, and I cried out as my nipple popped free only for him to search it out once more.
He reached between my legs, pushing aside the cotton and denim. “Off,” he said as his thick, long fingers slid just inside me with the tease of more.
My hands shook as I tried to get the snap free.
He dragged the denim off my ass, his touch as rough and clumsy as my own to get to my skin. I tried to push him back toclimb on again, but he kissed his way down my belly to the hair above my pussy. He dipped his tongue into the curls there.
“Wet for me. Those moonflowers and salt.” He licked, the tip digging deeper to find my clit. He opened me and sucked and stroked until my legs shook.
“Ronan,” I gasped out his name and held onto his shoulders.
He cupped my ass and swung me around to splay me out on the longest part of couch, flipping my knee over his shoulder as he gripped the back of my thigh.
My fingers went to his sweaty curls, the braids and beads winding around my fingers as I held on. “Sweet Jesus.”
“No Jesus here. No God at the moment either, I hope. He won’t want to see what I do to you.”
I giggled because I couldn’t do anything else. And then I was arching up off the cushions as he twisted one, then two fingers inside of me and tasted every inch around and above.
My heel dug into his back and he groaned louder. The wet sounds made me glad I was still a little drunk or I would have surely rolled off the couch to die. I kept trying to get away from him, from the scorching pleasure I couldn’t comprehend.
He followed until we were at the other end of the couch. “I’ll keep chasing you as long as I have to.” He leaned back and swiped at his face with his forearm. “You taste amazing.”
