Page 86 of Panty Dropper

CHAPTER 37

Billy

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. I’d been trying to take things slow with Reagan, but this woman tested me at every turn. The second I felt the juices of her arousal slide along my palm, something in me snapped. My straining cock and aching balls tightened with need. No more gentle seduction. It was time to get down to business.

I ran my finger along the wet seam of her sex and lifted up onto my forearm and gazed down at her, taking in the sight below me.

It wasn’t the first time I had seen Reagan in all her naked glory, but it was certainly the brightest light I’d seen her in. The sun’s rays highlighted every delicious curve on her gorgeous body, and I scanned down, taking them all in and burning them into memory.

As I caressed her with both my eyes and finger she writhed beneath me. When I couldn’t take any more, I positioned myself between her legs, one hand still stroking her feminine lips while the other pressed her thighs farther apart.

Her pussy glistened and I ran my palm up her thigh while I continued teasing her sex. Her skin was soft and silky. My cock went from being simply rock hard to so damn hard that it was throbbing and painful. I didn’t care. It just made me look forward that much more to the moment when I would thrust it into her sweet, warm body and fuck her. It was going to be amazing.

Moving up her body, I bent down and took her hard nipples in my mouth one by one. I licked and suckled them, drawing back as I switched between them to admire the way that they shone in the sunlight after they’d been in my mouth, slick with my spit. It was sexy as hell, sure. But it also felt like a type of branding, marking her as my own.

And, yeah, as unlike me as it was, I wanted this woman to be mine. My usual MO of wondering how fast I could get rid of a fling had been flipped right on its head. All of my thoughts when it came to Reagan were the exact opposite: I wanted to know how I could coax her to stay, how I could keep her in my life for as long as possible. Forever.

Far from scaring me shitless, as I would’ve thought that kind of impulse would do, my feelings for Reagan gave me a security that I didn’t remember ever experiencing before. Not security that I knew what the future held. Hell, who did? But the solid assuredness that came with knowing exactly where I stood, what I believed, and how far I would go to fight for it. And the answer to that was—as far as fucking necessary.

She arched her back as I let my tongue play with her nipples, pressing her soft, round tits into my mouth. I pulled her nipples between my teeth and nipped, making them protrude even more. As I held her nub in my teeth, I flicked my tongue over the roughened surface. I smiled as she let out a guttural moan, letting me know that my technique had hit the mark.

I moved languidly down her body, planting kisses down the taut expanse of her belly as I went. I let my tongue do its work as I kissed my way down her torso as well, marking her as mine there the same way that I had her nipples.

Her skin tasted fresh against my tongue, like the embodiment of the warm spring sunshine that surrounded us. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to run the tip of my tongue over every inch of her silky flesh.

When I reached the dripping V between her legs, I took a moment and inhaled the delicious, musky scent of her. Her aroma was sweet and, seeing how ready she was made me even more eager to cover her with my mouth and suck in every single drop of her delicious juices.

I replaced my finger with my tongue and licked up one side of her outer lips and down the other, teasing her shamelessly. After just a few moments, my scalp stung as she dug her fingers into my hair and twisted them into fists. And not gently, either. “Please,” she pleaded.

I loved hearing her beg.

I drew back and looked into her eyes. With our gazes locked, I covered the top of her sex with my lips and started flicking her clit hard with the tip of my tongue at the same time that I thrust two fingers into her dripping, tight tunnel.

In seconds, she cried out in pleasure and arched her back again, giving me a real nice view of her gorgeous breasts as I sucked and fingered her to orgasm.

Her whole body shook as she came with a ferocity that I hadn’t quite expected but appreciated the hell out of. Her whimpers and cries filled the afternoon air, turning me on just about as much as her naked body did.

As her climax wound down, I sat up and stroked her gently with my thumb to draw it out as long as possible. With my other hand, I fished out the condom I had tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Then with ninja-like skill, I kicked off my shoes and pushed out of my denim and drawers, ripped the package open with my teeth, and slid the latex tube onto my steel erection.

The moment I had been looking forward to was about to arrive. I was going to drive into her with full force, pound her again and again as I held her trembling body to me. My own body was shaking with anticipation.

Before her orgasm had even entirely died away, I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust into her. Her eyes flew open and locked with mine and her hands snapped to my shoulders, fingernails digging into my flesh. I didn’t mind the pain they caused. The contrast just enhanced the pleasure that I was experiencing.

Her inner walls squeezed me tight and my balls tingled with my own release. I froze for a moment, trying to get my body back under control. I didn’t want this to be a one and done pump situation.

“Please,” she moaned as her hips lifted off the ground.

She was bossy, but I liked it. With determination I wasn’t sure I could back up, I gritted my teeth as I began to move in and out of her. Each time I entered her I pushed farther, harder. I fixed my eyes on her bouncing breasts as I drove into her body again and again, the sound of our flesh slapping together was the sweetest music I could imagine.

Her eyes rolled back and sweat dripped from her forehead. Her voice was dreamy as she begged, “Oh, Billy, I’m gonna come again. Please, I want to come again. With you.”

Fuck.The sound of her plaintive voice making such an erotic demand was all it took to put me over the edge. I started pounding as hard and fast as I could, and it was all I could do to hold out until her inner walls clamped around my hard shaft and she cried out in release.

At the sound, I pumped into her once more as my orgasm overtook me with a deep sense of satisfaction and connection. It was more, even, than just connection to the two of us. It was connection to this land, to the past, to the future. For the first time I could remember, I felt like I was in the perfect place at exactly the right time. I was where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, with the person I was supposed to be with.

I collapsed down on the blanket next to her and pulled her to me. Her head rested on my chest and I idly stroked her hair as we watched the sun move across the sky. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and the soft sound of the river flowing was the soundtrack to a perfect afternoon. I felt like we were floating in a perfect bubble, and I didn’t want to pop it by speaking.

Finally, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked me full in the face. I could tell by her expression she was gearing up to tell me something she thought I wouldn’t like, but I just smiled. I didn’t care. Whatever she said, I’d fight for her. I knew that now.

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