Page 69 of Small Town Boy

“Hold on, baby.”

Bronwyn does as I say, gasping as I push to my feet, still clutching her close to me. Having her wrapped around my body this way might just be my new favorite thing, my mind running wild with what it would be like to fuck her like this. I add it to my to-do list—pun intended—making my way to my bedroom, kicking open the door.

Pausing at the foot of the bed, I give Bronwyn’s ass a smack. Her eyes get wide, pupils going dark, a moan slipping through her pretty pink lips.

“Oh, my naughty girl likes that.”

“If being naughty gets me more of it, I’m not sure I’ll ever behave again.”

Noted…

I smack the other cheek, earning me another coo, then drop her on the bed. Her massive sweater hides her gorgeous body, robbing me of the chance to watch her tits bounce as the bed bobs underneath her. And that just won’t do.

Licking my lips, I lean over Bronwyn, caging her in my body. I nip at her earlobe, kissing my way down her neck as I reach for the hem of the sweater, working it up while I continue to kiss my way in the opposite direction. When I get it over her head, I’m rewarded with the best view I can think of—her bare breasts.

“No bra? Tsk, tsk. You really are naughty.”

Bronwyn shudders, my mock scolding having the desired effect. I watch as her nipples pebble into taut peaks as if obeying a command and, at the same time, begging for attention. Attention I plan on giving them.

I take one in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Bronwyn cries out and I pick up speed, alternating between licking and sucking, moving from side to side. All the while, my hands are busy trying to slide her leggings off. As perfect as her tits are, there’s something else I want more. So badly I can taste it.

It’s that taste that pulls me away from her breasts, placing hot, wet, open-mouth kisses along her torso. Her soft skin is sweet, like a sugar-rimmed glass, a fleeting taste and a promise of more to come.

“Noel…”

Bronwyn’s plea vibrates through the air, making the hair on my arms stand on end. I answer it, willingly, running my tongue through her pussy. Her glorious tangy sweetness greets me, dancing along my tastebuds. I flick her clit, quickly and just once, knowing how it drives her crazy.

“Faaaaaa!”

Her reaction is exactly what I wanted. Returning between her thighs, I kiss each one gently, debating on if I want to drag this out or not. I love the idea of holding her right at the edge, keeping her guessing about what’s coming next. Listening as she reacts, watching as she shifts herself, trying to get me where she wants me. At the same time, I’m not sure I have the patience for that tonight. Lust is in the driver’s seat right now.

I’m like a man possessed, wanting—craving—only one thing. So I give in.

I slide my hands under her ass, hauling her toward me. Diving in, I waste no time, going directly for the bundle of nerves that I know is dying for attention. More whimpers and cries fill the air, her heady scent making me drunk as I nibble, lick, and suck. Reaching down, Bronwyn runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it, tugging on it lightly while also pushing me into her more.

Yes, baby…just like that…

Fuck, I wish I could praise her and worship her at the same time. Tell her how beautiful she is, how amazing she tastes, and that I want her to use me—my tongue—to find her release. To make sure she knows that she is everything.

Absolutely everything.

That’s simply not possible though. So I do the only thing I can.

I double down my focus, inserting two fingers inside her, searching for that magic spot. The one I know will send her straight to outer space. When I find it, I tap it—once, twice, three times—once for each one of those words I can’t say yet. Then I zero in on her clit and suck. Hard.

“Noel!”

My name on her lips is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans, begging to break free. He wants in on this action. But not yet. I need to see my girl through this. Then he can play.

Bronwyn thrashes under me, and I grip her harder, not wanting to break contact. Not wanting her orgasm to fade too fast. With the way she’s writhing, there doesn’t seem to be much risk of that, but it’s not a chance I’m willing to take.

Her orgasm subsides a moment later, the hands in my hair easing up, her heavy breathing replacing the screams. I slide up her body, kissing back up the same trail I made before, landing on her mouth.

“Noel,” Bronwyn says into our kiss, her voice breathy.

“Yeah?”

“One question.”