Without another word, I lean in, licking her clit while I use two fingers to spread around her arousal. The moment her taste hits my tongue, I know I am in trouble. I could become addicted to this woman so easily. In fact, I probably already am.
Slowly, I slide one finger inside her, surprised at how tight she is.
“Rain, you aren’t a virgin, are you?” I ask, unsure if I want the answer to be yes or no.
She snorts. “You wish. I’ve just not had sex in a few years. Now stop jabbering and get to it.”
I chuckle. “As you wish.”
Relief fills me. Not that I would have minded her being a virgin. There would have been benefits to it, but the idea of hurting her kills me.
Pushing the thought out of my head, I focus back on her. I flick her clit with my tongue, putting pressure on it as I slowly slide a second finger inside. Her body tenses as her hands squeeze my hair. The sound of her moan is the best sound in the world.
I don’t change my pace. I keep a slow, steady rhythm, matching my tongue to my fingers. I can feel her body reacting, her pussy clamping on my fingers as she rocks against me.
It’s not until she screams out my name that I know I’ve gotten her there. Her body tenses before it grows lax. Her eyes fall closed as she tries to catch her breath.
I continue to finger her slowly, kissing her clit until she pushes my face away.
Only then do I make my way up her body, painting her lips with my fingers before sucking the taste of her off them.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I tell her.
She groans. “I want to return the favor. Let’s shower.”
Her eyes are barely open as she makes her demand. I pick her up and take her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed before I take her bra off. I tuck her under my covers before leaning down and kissing her.
“You rest. I’ll shower.”
She mumbles. “Good idea. I’ll be ready for round two when you come back.”
I shake my head as I leave the room, only stopping long enough to see her fall asleep.
She won’t be returning the favor tonight, but I don’t mind. I don’t need any favors from her. The fact that she trusted me enough to eat that pretty little pussy is more than enough for me. As horny as I am, I’m not even tempted to jack off in the shower.
No, I want to save it all for her.
My little Viper.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Rain
Shirt by shirt,I sort through my dad’s closet. Some of them go in the trash, too worn to be of any use to anyone. Others go into a donation pile. A select few I keep for the memories attached to them.
A plaid jacket with wool on the inside catches my attention. I reach for it slowly and pull it out. Without looking away from it, I walk to the bed and sit down.
The jacket is faded green and black. It’s got a hole in one of the pockets that makes me smile as I run my hand over it.
I bought this jacket for him one year when I was a kid. That Christmas, my grandmother was able to save up enough to help me buy it for him. We had found it at a farm store, and for some reason, I demanded to get it for him even though it wasn’t his style. When Dad opened it that year for Christmas, though, he made a big deal of it. He oohed and aahed while telling me he loved it. He put it on that day and didn’t take it off until summer. Then, the next year, he put it on again as soon as it started to get cold.
For five years, he repeated the process. It was in six Christmas, Valentine’s, and St. Patrick’s Day photos and in five Halloween photos. It was everywhere until one day I told him he needed to stop because it was falling apart.
He listened. The jacket stopped showing up, so I thought he got rid of it.
When I started going through his things, I thought I would find condoms, embarrassing photos from the ’80s, and other random shit, but not this.
