Page 20 of Smoked

I slide my tongue through her folds, slow and flat, as she whimpers. Her heady scent is intoxicating as I bury my face between her legs.

Fuck me, this is heaven.

She moans as I devour her, licking and sucking. I tease her entrance then circle her clit as she writhes and gasps. The way she tastes—Christ, it’s delicious, and I can’t get enough of it.

"There," she whispers, as I nibble on her, rolling my tongue over her tender flesh. "Oh god, that’s good, Wade…" Her fingers curl against the walls.

"Here, baby?" I say against her. "Is this what you like?"

“Fuck yes,” she groans, as I suck gently at her clit, holding her thighs apart.

I work her with my mouth, patient and unrelenting, reading her the way I read a fire—by the heat, her response, by the small gasps and shivers that tell me when to hold steady and when to take her higher.

Her thighs tense around me and her breathing goes ragged…”Wade…Wade…” she mewls, her desperate pleas driving me up the wall.

“Come for me, baby girl,” I rasp. “Let me feel you shake and drench my tongue.”

“Yes, yes…” she cries, rocking her hips, as I groan so she feels the vibration of my voice.

I swirl my tongue over her again and again, addicted to her taste.

“I’m gonna come, Wade…I gonna…”

She detonates, fisting one hand in my hair, her heel braced against the wall. She lets out a choked cry as her body pulls tight and releases. I stay with her through it—easing off when she shudders, pressing back in when her hips chase me—until she goes limp and her grip in my hair loosens.

“Oh…oh…”

I kiss her thighs, nipping at them as my heart slams against my chest. The cab smells like her, the woodsmoke, and the leather of the seats.

She tugs at my shoulder. "Come here."

I slide up beside her in the narrow bunk, one arm under her head, and she kisses me thoroughly. I’m sure she can taste herself and that’s hot as hell.

Then her hand goes to my belt.

My fingers close around her wrist. It's a reflex. I haven’t been with anyone for a long, long time, and my body isn’t…

She pulls back to look at me.

"Please, Wade," she whispers. "I want to taste you, too."

Those big, blue-green eyes are blinking back at me. I want her mouth on me. God, I want her to suck my cock until I can’t see straight. But that means she's going to have her hands on me, and her face near my gut, and the blue glow from the dash is still enough to show the shape of what I am.

I reach over and angle the dash screen down until the glow cuts to almost nothing. The cab goes properly dark.

"Okay," I say, voice rough.

She doesn't comment on the light, or ask why. She just kisses the corner of my jaw and her hands go back to my belt, working the buckle open, and I lift my hips and let her inch them down so she can pull my raging cock free.

But I still tug my shirt down to cover my stomach.

“Look at this big steel beast,” she says, as she wraps her hand around my thick length. I suck in a breath so sharp it almost scares me.

“Tess, damn, that feels amazing.” I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, and her fingers are…fucking confident and warm. And when she starts stroking me, my brain goes haywire. God, I’m gonna come in seconds.

“Your cock is what’s amazing, Wade. I bet you were really popular.”

I chuckle, my head falling back. “I married too young to test that theory.”