I clean her up with my tongue, and then slowly raise, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her mouth. She kisses me back, then grabs the top of my shoulders.
And shoves me back on my back.
“My turn,” she breathes out.
I furrow my brow. “What?”
Rue gives me a wicked grin and then goes for my waistband. I let her tug them down, helping her along. My cock stands erect, precum pooling at the tip. She discards my pants in the same area as hers and then crawls over me.
“Rue…” I eye her as she leans forward and kisses the tip of my cock.
She rubs her lips across, smearing it like her own personal ChapStick.
Oh fuck.My core tightens as she bats her pretty lashes at me, her cheeks a slight shade of crimson.
“I haven’t gotten to do this…” Her voice trails off as her plump lips part, and then her tongue curls around the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, my hips bucking at the sensation.
It’s been so damn long since this has happened.
“Go slow, Little Rabbit,” I say through gritted teeth, as she eases her mouth down over my shaft, taking it into the warmth of her mouth.
And it feels so good.
“Fuck. Fuck.” The words slip out as she grabs the bottom of my shaft, working it along with her mouth. She starts out slow, just like I asked, her rhythm almost borderline torture.
I reach down and fist her hair, holding it out of her face. Her eyes flick toward me, and her lips curl into a smile around my shaft.
And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Rue takes all of me then, slipping me down the back of her throat.
“Shit!” And that’s it. I can’t hold it back. I explode down the back of her throat, the taste of her pussy on my lips. She swallows it and then picks her head up, giving me a smile.
“It’s been a long time,” I huff, clearing my throat, as she crawls up to me and finds her place against my chest.
She plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “It’s okay. I’m still tired.”
“Me, too.” I squeeze her tightly against me and give in to the post-orgasm drowsiness.
My eyesfinally flutter open when she shifts away from me. She sits at the edge of the bed in her oversized band tee, tying her sneakers. Bullet is pacing near the bedroom door, letting out a sharp, impatient whine.
“He needs to go out,” Rue says, looking back at me with a small, apologetic smile. “I figure since it’s night, it’ll be okay.”
I push myself up, rolling my shoulders. My left arm throbs, but the sharp, stabbing pain of the bullet wound has dulled to a manageable ache. “I’ll take him.”
“We can both go,” she breathes out. “It’s completely dark. And there aren’t any neighbors out here. I checked out the window.”
She’s right. Bill's property is surrounded by thousands of acres of flat, tilled dirt. The isolation that felt like a trap yesterday suddenly feels like a massive, protective shield.
But I’m still not letting her out of my sight.
We slip out the back door, the cool Texas panhandle air hitting my face. The sky is massive out here, totally unpolluted by city lights, exposing a brilliant, endless spray of stars.
“Go for a run.” I unclip Bullet’s leash. The old beagle immediately shakes himself off, his nose dropping to the dirt as he catches the scent of the wild. Suddenly, a pair of roosting birds bursts from the brush near the edge of the yard.
Bullet lets out a triumphant bay and takes off after them, his short legs kicking up dust.
