Page 17 of Timber's Girl
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing the surprise as her hands land on my shoulders, and we stumble back on her porch until the front door stops our forward trajectory.
My tongue roughly abrades hers, sweeping in and out, mimicking the dance of our bodies beneath the yellow porch light. Lindy moans and scrambles for purchase. Her nailsscraping along my neck. A leg wrapping around my hips to hold me tighter.
At the evidence of her acceptance, I groan in victory and slide one hand behind her plump thigh, pulling her hard against my arousal as the other tries unbuttoning her bodice. Except the tiny buttons are impossible for my large fingers.
Fuck it.
I jerk the thin fabric down to reveal an even flimsier bra. The burgundy lace does nothing to hide the hardened buds begging for attention. My teeth catch one lace-covered nipple then gently nibble, a growl of satisfaction erupting from my chest like a beast in the midst of claiming its mate.
"Gideon..."
My name sounds breathy on her lips. Breathy and perfect. I want Lindy to repeat it—over and over—as I pleasure her curvy little body. Lowering a bra cup, I suckle the sensitive flesh to soothe my bite, my cock grinding deeper into her pussy.
I want Lindy to come.
Here on the porch with my name ringing through the air.
"Gideon,” she pants. “We shouldn't…”
I switch nipples and continue to lash the pebbled buds with my tongue, letting my teeth graze her. Each time, she jumps a little, then redoubles her efforts to get closer to me. I want Lindy completely out of her mind with need. A need I intend to satisfy.
"Come on, Lindy Girl," I whisper as I rub my shadow-roughened cheek against her silky skin. I’m practically fucking her with my cock. All that separates us are my jeans and her soaked panties beneath the raised skirt of her dress.
My hand delves between us to circle her clit under the drenched fabric. She’s so fucking wet I'll probably have a dark spot on my jeans from her cream, but I don't care.
I only crave her pleasure.
“I want to hear you cry out my name when you come,” I growl in her ear, tugging on the lobe with my teeth. “I want you to scream it so loud everyone knows who you belong to.”
"Oh, f..." Her heavy breathing hitches as I thrust one last time between her thighs, then she gives me exactly what I want—my name tumbling from her lips as her orgasm takes over. The waves contract around my fingers as I dip inside her pussy, keeping an easy rhythm to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible.
“Fuck, Lindy.” I kiss beneath her ear. Along her jawline. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So damn pretty when you come for me.”
She rests her head against the cabin as she comes back down. Her eyes are closed, her chest struggling to resume its regular rhythm. I slip my hand from between us and suck my fingers clean before setting her to rights.
Damn, she tastes good.
A tinge of regret passes at the missed opportunity of tasting her sweet juices right at the source.Next time. The thought floats through my mind as Lindy opens her eyes again.
A look of horror crosses her face before she frantically shoves me away.
"Oh, God," she moans in despair, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. "What have I done? Oh my God. We just… You… I..." Lindy motions around her as one hand rubs circles on her reddened chest, raw from my bearded face burying itself in her soft breasts. "No, no…"
My hand raises to cup her cheek, but she stops me.
Tears well below her lashes. "Don't! Don't touch me."
"Lindy..." Fear courses through me. I didn't mean to make her cry.
She dodges my outstretched hand again, and I finally take a step back to give her space.
This can't be happening.
Tell me I didn’t fuck this up already.
"I'm sorry. I should've taken things slower. Next time..."
"There will not be a next time," she declares as the tears fall. "This shouldn't have happened."