Sex for Buck had never been slotted under that category. The few partners he’d had were always one-and-dones, simply and agreeably assuaging his bodily needs when his libido got too intense for him to take care of it on his own.
But fun? That had never been in his coupling-vocabulary before this moment.
With Bobbie, however…
The way she was grinning at him so broadly, Buck just knew he was about to get schooled. Sex with the little vixen was going to be a combination of mind-blowing acrobatics and laughter. He could just tell.
“I’m past ready,” he told her gruffly. “By about fifteen years.”
Too intense?
Not if her expression of unbridled lust was any indication.
And didn’t the cheeky wench blow his mind by scooting out of her seat, stepping pertly in front of him, and stripping off her shirt.
Hello tongue. Back in mouth.
She had on a black, sports bra, and her nipples stood out prominently under the material.
“Your turn,” she prompted impishly, and was she thrusting her chest out purposely?
Of course she was.
Buck stood up quickly and…
“Fuck!”
His head hit the ceiling with a clunk.
He’d forgotten he was a couple inches too tall for the available head space.
Dammit. If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d not only have a lump, he’d have another size problem when it came to her mattress. But screw it. The only size that was important right now, was the one pulsing uncomfortably, scrunched up against his leg.
He rubbed his head as Bobbie giggled, then agreeably went to his knees in front of her and peeled off his shirt. Which left his head at…Hell, yes. Nipple height.
Perfect.
The laughter in Bobbie’s throat died as he leaned forward and latched onto one of those protruding peaks with his lips, lending immediate pressure to the sensitive bit of flesh.
She moaned.
Yes.Buck wanted more verbalizing of emotions. Maybe he’d even make some noise, because he couldn’t quite believe, after all these years, that he not only had his mouth on Bobbie’s body, but he’d soon be inside her. Deep, deep, inside her.
Buck grunted, and his hands went around Bobbie’s back to hold her to him.
“No, Buck,” she clipped.
“No?” he repeated dumbly against the spandex material that was now soaked.
What the…?
Was she having second thoughts? He pulled back and regarded her with questioning eyes.
She laughed at his seriousness. “Yeah.No, to holding me tightly,” she admonished playfully while backing up a step. “If you don’t give me any wiggle room, I can’t do this.” She reached down, grabbed the band under her breasts, and lifted.
Two beautiful orbs sprung free, right in front of his eyes.
Perfect. Soft. Tipped with pinkish brown cherries.
