To reward him, she took him fully into her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down, learning the feel of him and how much she could take. She drew him deeper just as he rocked his hips forward, and her eyes widened as he hit the back of her throat. A tiny mewl of distress left her.
“Always so enthusiastic,” he breathed, his hands coming to rest on the back of her head. “Slowly. Not so far.”
He withdrew halfway, and then began to lightly piston in and out. She clamped her lips around him, tonguing the underside of his cock each time he pulled back. His eyes were riveted to her face.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock. Harder, sweetheart.”
The gruff need in his voice inflamed her, made her throb deep inside. She doubled down at once, and he gasped, the veins on his neck bulging. “You’re making me come. Do you want me to spill in your mouth, or—”
She didn’t wait for his next suggestion, but pulled him as deep as she could. His head tossed back and then he was jerking, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed as best she could, continuing to suck until he was spent.
“Damn me, Winnie. That was incredible.”
She wiped the corner of her mouth and smiled.
“Get on the bed.”
She shook her head. “The bed springs are too noisy.”
“Fine.” He tossed the quilt on the floor and laid on top. “Now come sit that aching pussy on my face.”
Pussy.Another new word.
Her jaw dropped at his suggestion, but she didn’t hesitate. She shimmied forward, throwing one leg over his chest and lowering herself. Mack guided her hands to the bedpost so she wouldn’t lose her balance, and then his mouth was on herpussy.
Her back arched at the first touch of his tongue, but she stuffed her fist into her mouth to keep from moaning aloud. He didn’t tease her with tiny strokes; he spread her with two fingers and lapped at her sensitive entrance like a starving man. Then he sucked her swollen nub into his mouth and she shook with almost unbearable pleasure.
Mack gripped her buttocks and urged her to rock against his face. Two fingers thrust inside her from behind, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She rode his unceasing tongue, smothered pants escaping between her fingers. All sensation converged at the apex of her thighs and pleasure washed over her in waves.
She collapsed limply to one side, and Mack eased her to the floor beside him. He drew her close and wound his limbs through hers. With her head tucked in the crevice of his chin and shoulder, a drowsy peacefulness crept over her despite the hard flooring.
Thiswas what she had craved.
She dozed in Mack’s embrace, too content to move, until the first rays of daylight peeked through the curtains. With reluctance, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and slipped back into her bedroom. As she burrowed beneath the coverlet, all her confusing thoughts and feelings settled into place.
Earlier that day, she had decided she was done with half-measures. Why shouldn’t that same vow apply to her relationship with Mack? Everything in life was a risk, but her eyes were open now. She wasn’t jumping into a relationship for the wrong reasons, and she wasn’t naïve anymore.
She knew what she wanted.
Mack.
CHAPTER19
Mack pried his teary aunt from his arms and kissed her cheek. “You know this isn’t goodbye forever, Aunt Jenny.”
“It was wonderful to have you both here.” She wiped at her cheeks. “I did so love the company.”
“I’ll return soon, I promise.”
She tilted her chin toward Winnie, who conversed with a neighbor beside the picket fence. “Together.”
The thought of another gathering made his heart swell, but hope was dangerous, especially when Winnie still didn’t know his secret. “We’ll see.”
Aunt Jenny’s penetrating examination made him feel like a young man all over again, and he resisted wiggling away from her grasp.
“From our conversations this weekend, it’s clear you continue to work much too hard, carry too much on your shoulders.” She paused to straighten his tie. “However, you appear much lighter than when I saw you last. I think Mrs. West is a good influence on you.”
Winnie’s contagious laughter floated across the yard, filling Mack with warmth. He couldn’t deny the truth. He had laughed more this weekend than he had in the previous months combined. Being around Winnie was like the first days of spring.
