With my free hand, I kneaded her breast before wrapping my mouth around it. It took all of my strength and endurance, but I prevailed in lifting and lowering my hips in time with her movement. I synchronized the timing of cock, finger, and tongue to deliver the maximum amount of pleasure, precisely the way I wanted to. I’d studied and memorized Jodi’s body over the last few weeks, without even fully realizing it. I knew when to speed things up and when to slow them down.
When her hips began pumping more erratically, that signaled she was nearing her apex. I slowed down my movements, lowering the temperature enough to keep her orgasm out of her reach.
“What the hell?” she demanded, pushing away from me.
I laughed.
“Don’t you dar—”
I cut her off by pulling her lips to mine.
“That’s what you get for teasing me,” I said before devouring her lips again. I pulled back and commenced to savoring her breast, rolling her nipple with my tongue. Despite my want to prolong our encounter and make her beg for more, my own body was beginning to rebel.
The tightening in my stomach muscles and cock were an indication that this would be over well before I planned if I kept fucking around much longer. I increased the pace of my hips and my finger in her ass. I bit her nipple with my teeth, over and over again. I heard her heavy breathing and cries of pain-pleasure right before everything erupted.
We came together. Her pussy muscles milked my cock for everything it could get. I freely allowed myself to spill inside of her, no barrier or separation between us.
The first time I’d gone bareback inside of her, in my kitchen, hadn’t been intentional. A fuck up that was the result of my impatient need to claim her. Since then, however, I couldn’t bring myself to reach for a condom before I entered her sopping wetness. We’d discussed our sexual pasts and disclosed the latest STD tests. Jodi revealed that the copper IUD she had inserted two years earlier prevented her from conceiving. A revelation that both calmed my worries and instigated a longing inside of me.
When she came back down, Jodi planted her forehead against mine, still breathing heavily. We stared into one another’s eyes, communicating without words. Lifting my hand, I cupped the right side of her honey-colored face, memorizing every aspect of it.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I asked, sounding ridiculous to my ears.
She bit her bottom lip before answering. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“I’ve always been right here.”Waiting for you, my mind finished, but I refused to let the words pass through my lips. Now wasn’t the time for it.
We still had another hour ahead of us before we reached the hotel. We’d be staying overnight, and in the afternoon were meeting with the former foster mother of Amy Cherny.
“I’ll get Hound,” Jodi said as she pushed the driver’s side door open and climbed out. Her absence filled the space of my truck as soon as she was out of my lap.
I shook my head as I readjusted my seat.
Minutes later, we were back on the road, but the air between us still sizzled with an electric current that was almost smothering.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“The geographical diversity of this state always amazes me.” I stared out of the window of our hotel room, looking into the distances at the mountain range.
“That’s the famous state park you’re looking at,” Micah explained as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I allowed my body to lean back into the hard, yet softness of his grasp. It was the following morning after our drive. I looked over my shoulder and peered up at him, before running my fingers through the red beard of his. I still found it slightly fascinating how his hair on his head and the hair on his face were two different colors. Yet, it suited him so well. I couldn’t picture him without that little discrepancy. As if no other man could wear it the way he did.
“My grandfather tried to take me on a camping trip there once.”
“You didn’t make it?”
I turned back to the scene outside our window and shook my head. “A week before we were scheduled to leave, my grandmother died. It was sudden. Needless to say, that turned everything upside down for a while.”
Micah’s arms tightened around my waist, and I let out a slight whimper when the hairs of his beard tickled the side of my face as he lowered his chin to my shoulder.
Pulling back, I kissed his cheek before turning ahead again. “He was never the same after she died. He loved her with everything inside of him, and when she died, there was a light that went out in his eyes.”
I sighed as the sad memories washed over me.
“I’ve been a witness to that.” His voice was so heavy.
I turned to face him, his hold still firm around my waist. “Your mom?”
