I grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, her gasp floating above me as I went to my knees. Her scentfilled my lungs, tuberoses and honey and woman clinging to the inside of my nose and throat.
“Beck,” she gasped, sliding a hand into my hair.
I pressed my lips to the inside of her knee and worked my way up, trailing kisses until I reached her pussy. I paused, meeting her stare across the length of her body. Her nipples were hard, pink points, the little peaks begging for attention.
“I’ve thought about this since the moment I met you,” I said, my lips hovering over her sodden entrance. “I think I dreamed of you, sweetheart. Maybe I dreamed you and made you real.”
Wonder filled her eyes. It seemed to take her a minute to find her voice. When she did, her tone was reverent. “How did you ever expect anyone to believe you were nothing but a backward mountain man?”
Heat blasted my nape. I didn’t have an answer for her.
Except, maybe I did.
“I’m yours,” I said simply. Then I buried my face in her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her cry was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard as I swirled my tongue over the hard little bud. Her taste filled my mouth, every draw giving me more of her honey. Growls rumbled in my throat as I shoved my hands under her ass and lifted her to my mouth so I could taste more of it. I fed from her, sucking her essence down my throat.
I was never going to get enough. But, damn, I could try.
“Beck…” she moaned, spearing her fingers through my hair. She held on tight, tugging and pulling as she squirmed against my mouth, her breathless little gasps spurring my lust higher. I lost track of how long I held her, my tongue thrusting and stroking. Her honey spilled down my chin. My cock throbbed between my legs, and my nuts ached with need.
But she deserved more than a quick fuck on the edge of the bed.
I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood. The fire in her eyes matched the one burning in my gut as I yanked off my shirt and fumbled with the button of my jeans.
“Let me,” she said, scrambling to her knees.
I froze, spellbound at the sight of her naked and eager, her perfect breasts crowned with those tight, rosy nipples. She worked my jeans open and helped me shove them off. My cock sprang free, a thick bead of precome dangling from the tip.
“Averybig bear,” Charlotte murmured, giving me a look hot enough to sear my skin off as she closed her hand around my shaft.
My cock jerked against her palm. Fifty years old, and I was seconds from coming like a teenage boy.
Her grip was firm but gentle as she stroked me from tip to root and back again, then swirled her thumb over my slit. She worked the moisture back up my shaft, smearing my arousal over my length. Seed filled my sack, which felt heavy enough to burst. Need coiled tight in the pit of my stomach. I hissed through my teeth, clinging to my control by my fingertips.
“Charlotte,” I grated, “I need to be inside you. But I know I’m big.” I rested my forehead against hers. “I’d die before I hurt you.”
She shook her head, her fingers still wrapped around me. “You won’t hurt me.”
My control slipped a little more, the cliff’s edge crumbling under my fingers. “Have you…?” I swallowed, searching for the most delicate way to phrase my question. “Is this your first…?”
The look she gave me was a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I’m twenty-three, not sixteen. I’m not a virgin.”
Heat seared my face. “I didn’t mean to assume.”
“You’re very old-fashioned,” she said, but her tone was teasing. “It’s sweet, but I’m not some delicate flower you need to protect from yourself.”
“I still need to be careful with you.”
Something undeniably naughty glinted in her eyes. “Like I told you before, I’m tougher than I look.” She bent and took me into her mouth.
My mind blanked. Speech fled, reducing me to nothing but atoms of pleasure as the hot, wet heat of her mouth enveloped my cock. Her spine was a sleek, delicate curve as she worked at her task. My vision blurred, and I blinked hard, desperate to see everything.
Every inch ofher.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut as she sucked me. Her softly rounded ass looked good enough to eat. Her tits were just as mouthwatering, the plump mounds swaying with her movements. Her red hair streamed over one creamy shoulder as she slid her tongue over my shaft, her lips stretched wide around me.
“Ungh,”I grunted, tangling my fingers in her hair so I didn’t fall on my ass and embarrass myself. But, fuck, it was close, pleasure rocking me until I swayed.
