That was why I always came back to him.
Subconsciously, I knew that he would always protect me, even in my most vulnerable state.
His mouth moved down my throat. Down my collarbone. Lower, lower, lower until he was right at my shorts line.
He swirled his tongue around my belly button, then reached for my shorts.
The shorts and underwear were gone within a breath, and then he was licking the seam of my sex.
I loved him.
I loved his tongue.
I loved the way he ate me.
I loved…
“Boone,” I cried out when his face buried itself in my pussy. “God!”
He usually started out slow and steady, teasing and curious.
But this time, he went in for the kill.
His mouth went to work, and before I knew what was happening, he was pumping those fingers into my channel and working that mouth against my clit.
I cried out in surprise and elation, practically on the verge of coming already.
Then he just stopped.
“No!” I shrieked. “Don’t you dare stop eating my pussy!”
“Someone’s here.”
“Fuck them.” I pulled his head back into me. “Please, Boone. Please.”
He laughed.
“The door is locked,” I pointed out.
He went back to work, thank the lord.
Footsteps on the porch had him hesitating again.
But seeing as they weren’t loud and resounding, I knew who it had to be.
Only one other person would come here this late in the day and think she had the right.
“It’s your mother,” I wheezed.
He curled his fingers, and I exploded.
I cried out in surprise, shocked and shaking as my orgasm ripped through me.
Holy hell, I was about to die.
I’d never in my life felt something so explosive.
Boone must’ve thought the same because before I was even down from the orgasm of a lifetime, he was rolling me onto my knees and sinking inside of me.
