Page 25 of Coyote
Happiness and anxiety warred for top place in my emotions. I was thrilled that she wanted me, but I didn’t like the remark about us being together for a night. I wanted far more than one night with Bethany. Instead of arguing the point, I decided to convince her with my touch “Trust me, I know just what you need. I’ve always known. Just let me take care of you tonight.”
She opened her legs, bringing them up on either side of my body. I settled down in the space she created for me and got down to the business of pleasuring the woman I loved. She arched her back displaying her luscious breasts for me to see. I could see the changes in her body now. Her breasts were fuller and her hips were a little wider which made my mouth water as I thought about tasting what lay between her legs. Her newfound lush body came from carrying another man’s child. I would have given anything for that baby to have been mine, but luck was not on my side.
When I licked and sucked her nipples, she arched her back, practically shoving her breasts in my face. I eagerly went to town, nipping, teasing, and sucking on those nipples until she was aroused and needy.
Her hand came up to run through my hair. “I always did love the way you touch me, Lucas.”
Something about her using my given name when we were intimate felt right.
I wrapped my lips around her nipple and redoubled my efforts at seduction. Licking, flicking the tip with my tongue and gently squeezing them made her moan and writhe beneath me. I licked where my teeth had touched her skin before I pulled down her panties exposing her glorious pussy. “Show me where you want my mouth next, querida.”
Her cheeks heated for a brief second as she squirmed to get comfortable. I wondered what she was thinking right now. I knew from when were together that she was shy but liked showing herself to me. Right now, she looked excited and aroused as she slowly parted her legs for me. Seeing her wet and ready for me was such a turn on. This woman was everything any man could possibly hope for. It made me want to wife her up in the worst way.
I slid down and dropped a kiss onto her stomach. “Just relax and let me give you the pleasure you deserve tonight.”
“I’ve missed this,” she whispered.
I kissed my way down her lush body, enjoying every soft dip and curve and I rubbed my cheek across her stomach. I realized somewhere along the way that I’d never known anything as luxurious as her soft skin.
“I’ve missed you so much, Bethany.”
She wove her fingers thought my hair and pressed my head down between her legs. “Not Bethany. Tonight, I’m your querida.”
“You’ll always be my querida. Never doubt that for a second,” I growled as my tongue slid along her slit, teasing and tasting her sweet body once more.
Bethany just kept running her finger through my hair and telling me how great I was at oral. Emboldened by her praise, I drove my tongue straight into her core and reveled in the taste of her body. It was salty with a hint of sweetness. In an instant it came flooding back. I remembered exactly how she liked her clit touched. She liked small, firm, tight circles around her tender bud. The one thing that had always sent her soaring over the edge was having her clit sucked. So I did that until she pressed her body against my mouth, and she moaned, “Yes, just like that. You’re fucking amazing.”
If I could spend the rest of my life with my face between Bethany’s legs, I’d die a happy man. Making her come not once, but twice on my tongue, filled my chest with pride. I craved all the little sounds she made. When she screamed my name and pushed my head away, I went grudgingly, not understanding how I could enjoy licking her more than she could stand being licked. It seemed like some immutable but wholly unfair anomaly that God was using to punish me.
I crawled back up her body and braced my weight on my arms to keep from crushing her smaller form. Her expression was dreamy and pleased. I moved a strand of hair out of her face and enjoyed the sight of my woman. Without even thinking, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean of her juices.
She reached out and playfully smacked my hand away. “Don’t do that.”
I laughed at her antics. “If you had any idea how good you taste, you wouldn’t deprive me.”
“I don’t know why I’m surprised. You were always totally into licking my pussy. I can’t imagine mine is all that different from every other woman’s.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Nothing in my world has ever tasted better than you, querida.”
She grinned up me. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I fucking well do not. Don’t get me riled up. We’re supposed to be reconnecting.”
“Riled up for you is sassing back, like a little schoolboy. I can’t imagine you ever going off on a woman.”
“Well, you’re right about that. I would never act out against a woman or child for that matter. I just don’t have it in me to terrorize people weaker than me.”
A slight frown crossed her pretty face. “I’m not weak if that’s what you’ve been thinking.”
My head snapped up, “Of course I don’t think you’re weak. You’ve survived on your own in rough circumstances and managed to grow a whole new human inside of that magnificent and resilient body of yours. When I say weaker, I only mean physically. I work out and spar with the brothers regularly. I can’t imagine many women who could take me on.” Stopping to think about it for a second, I add, “Maybe a female kickboxer. Those women are tough.”
“What about those mixed martial arts champions?”
“Champions. I don’t think that’s what they’re called.”
She laughed. “I was going to say martial artist but that made them sound more artistic and less badass.”
“I see where you’re going with that. Just, please don’t ever think that I see you as weak.”