Although, with a mind of its own, his cock wished to speed things along, he took his time. Button by button, he revealed lovely breasts. He paused to peck kisses on the upper slopes, to play his tongue over first one nipple then the other, then swept it along the under curve beneath the half-moon fullness.
He eased the blouse off her shoulders and assisted her in pulling her arms from the sleeves, then dropped it to the side of the bed. “I almost hate to toss that. It’s my favorite piece of clothing ever stitched. But… you. You’re something else.”
He lifted her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. His other hand coasted down her body until he could cup her sex in his palm and curl his fingers up into her. The heel of his hand pressed and retreated in a tempting massage.
“Mitch,” she groaned. “Just… just.”
“Just what?” He raised his head from her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her neck arched, her head digging into the pillow. Keeping up the torment, he whispered, “Dylan?”
“Hmm?”
He withdrew his middle finger from her and wetly caressed slow spirals where she most wanted to be touched. “Just what?” he asked again in a wicked whisper.
“Just… Just don’t stop.”
Her beautiful body bowed as the orgasm streamed through her. Her hands clutched at the sheet. She gasped his name, hervoice cracking on a sob. Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyelids and rolled into her hair.
She fell apart.
It was a beautiful thing to watch.
He let it subside before removing his hand and sliding into her. The tumult had passed but, lucky him, he got to experience the sweet compressions of the aftermath.
When she opened her eyes, she blinked away the tears and whispered, “That’s the first time I’ve ever cried.”
He grinned. “My pleasure, ma’am.”
She sniffed, and another tear slid down her temple, but she was also smiling. “How can you make me laugh and cry at the same time?”
“I’m good at multi-tasking.”
Smiling even wider, she squirmed beneath him. “It feels so good. You’re so full.”
“Getting fuller,” he groaned. “If you move like that again, I’ll get desperate.”
“You promise?” She did a bump and grind. He responded with a slow withdrawal followed by one unhurried glide that grafted them again. “Kiss me,” she said.
“Gladly.” He captured her hands and placed them at the sides of her head. Then palm to palm and mouth to mouth, he made love to her.
Chapter 27
Mitch sat bolt upright and automatically reached for his pistol on the nightstand.
The burner phone rang twice more before he realized that’s what had awakened him, not the rocky front porch step, which he’d been subconsciously listening for while he slept.
He grabbed the phone and swiped to answer. “Tucker?”
“Nooo, John Bowie.”
“Oh. Oh? Hey, bro. Wait. How’d you get this phone number?”
“Officer Clarence.”
“You gotta be shittin’ me.”
“No. He’s here with me now. He was waiting for me when I got here and asked if he and I could talk privately in my office. About you. It’s turning out to be an interesting conversation. I’d like for you to be in on it.”
“Hate to disappoint. I’m a little tied up.”
