Page 21 of Stuff My Turkey
I kissed my way down her stomach, tugging her shorts and underwear down her legs as I went. She watched through half-lidded eyes as I settled between her thighs, my intentions clear.
The first stroke of my tongue against her pussy made her gasp, hands flying to grip the sheets. I took my time, exploring every fold and curve, learning what made her breath catch and what made her moan. When I circled her clit before sucking gently, her thighs trembled on either side of my head.
I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find the spot that made her back bow off the mattress. Her taste on my tongue, her whimpers above me, the way she rocked against my mouth had my head spinning. I wanted to stay here forever, bringing her pleasure until neither of us could remember why this was supposed to be a bad idea.
"Heath," she panted, one hand finding my hair. "I'm close."
I doubled my efforts, tongue flicking faster as my fingers maintained their rhythm. When her thighs clamped around my head and her body went rigid, I held her through the waves of her orgasm, easing only when her grip on my hair loosened.
Before she could recover, I crawled back up her body, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss that let her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned, hands fumbling with the waistband of my pants.
"I need you inside me," she demanded, pushing the fabric down my hips. "Now."
I wasn't about to argue. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, positioning myself at her entrance. For a heartbeat, I searched her face. "Protection?"
"I'm on the pill," she assured me. "And clean. You?"
"Clean," I confirmed. "I get tested regularly."
"Then what are you waiting for, Cowboy?" she challenged, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I pushed into her slowly, watching her face as I filled her. The tight, wet heat around my cock almost had me losing it right there. I had to close my eyes and think about horse vaccination schedules to keep from embarrassing myself. When I was fully seated, we both stayed still, adjusting to the sensation.
"Jesus, Honey," I murmured against her neck, voice strained. "You feel amazing."
She responded by rolling her hips, urging me to move. I began a steady rhythm, not too fast but deep, hitting spots that made hergasp with each thrust. Her nails scored my back, marking me as surely as I'd branded cattle.
"Harder," she demanded, meeting each thrust.
I complied, driving into her with increasing intensity. The bed frame protested with each movement, the headboard thumping against the wall as we moved together, finding a perfect sync that had us both climbing rapidly toward release. I shifted the angle slightly, hitting a spot that made her cry out.
"Right there," she gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop."
I maintained the position, feeling her tighten around me as her second orgasm approached. When she shattered beneath me, inner walls clenching around my cock in pulsing waves, I nearly lost my rhythm.
She surprised me by pushing against my chest until I rolled onto my back. Without breaking our connection, she straddled me, taking control. The sight of her above me, hair wild and body flushed with pleasure, was something I knew I'd remember until my dying day.
"My turn to ride," she said with a wicked smile that was so purely Honey it made my chest ache.
She braced her hands on my chest and began to move, setting a pace that had us both gasping. When she leaned down to kiss me, I seized the opportunity to flip us again, pinning her beneath me as I drove toward my own release.
"Honey," I groaned, feeling the pressure build. "I'm close."
"Cum for me," she urged, wrapping her legs tighter around me.
Three more deep thrusts and I was gone, pleasure crashing through me as I pulsed inside her. I collapsed beside her, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
For several minutes, we just lay there, neither speaking. Her hand found mine on the sheet between us, fingers intertwining.Something about that simple touch felt more intimate than what we'd just done.
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment. I considered ignoring it until I saw Knox's name on the screen.
"Hey," I answered, voice still rough.
"Heath! Just checking in," Knox's cheerful voice came through the speaker. "Bitsy and I should be there around four this afternoon. That still work?"
This afternoon. My brother—Honey's ex—and his fiancée would be here in just a few hours. While I lay here, with the taste of my brother's ex-girlfriend still on my lips, her warmth still wrapped around me. A complicated tangle of guilt, defiance, and something that felt dangerously like possessiveness knotted in my gut.
"Sure," I managed, watching Honey's expression shift as she put together who was calling. "We'll be ready."
