Page 16 of Tennessee Trouble

I turn all my focus to one place—the little bundle of nerves calling my name—circling and flicking as fast as I can. Luna lets out another wail, her orgasm slamming into her. Her juices flood my mouth, giving me more of that perfect flavor. The one I wish I could bottle up.

I lick her clean, staying with her until she stops moving and the only sound filling the air is her heavy breathing. Rocking back on my haunches, I try to give my dick some relief, adjusting my pants. It doesn’t help, but at least I tried.

“Brewer…” Luna pants.

Fuck, I love the way she says my name. Even if that’s not really my name. It’s close enough that I can imagine what my actual name would sound like in her voice.

“Yes, gorgeous?” I lean over her, kissing her gently, slowly, letting my lips linger on hers so that she can taste herself.

“Inside me. Now.”

Once again, I don’t need to be told twice.

I unzip my jeans, looping my thumbs into the waistband and the elastic of my skivvies at the same time, making quick work of ridding myself of them. My dick springs to life, grateful to be freed from his confines. And more than ready to be inside her.

Reaching for my wallet, I pull out the foil packet I shoved in there last minute, as Luna reaches for my tee. I let her remove it, running her hands down my chest, her fingertips playing with the dark hair on my pecs.

“Like what you see?” I ask playfully.

“Very much.” Her eyes flick down to my cock and she licks her lips. Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck…

I sheath myself, the volcano inside me ready to erupt. Grabbing Luna’s head, I yank her to me, kissing her as hard as I can. Like I need her to breathe. Because in this moment, I just might. That one orgasm wasn’t enough.

For either of us.

I continue to kiss her, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. I spin us around and inch backward until my knees hit the bed. I sit, taking her with me, and line up my cock with her entrance.

Then she lowers herself.

Wordlessly, she takes me inch by inch, at a torturously slow pace. I’m ready to scream, but I bite my tongue, focusing on her. On her heat that is enveloping me. Muting the world around me until the only thing left is her and me, and the connection we have.

“Fuck, you feel good…” she mutters.

“I could say the same thing…”

“Yeah? So what if I do this?”

Rocking in my lap, she moves her hips, just enough to slide my cock out, then back in again. Holy fuck, I can see stars. My whole body is a live wire, ready to snap, as she continues to move. Taking over my soul. My very being.

I can’t concentrate on anything else. Only this. Only her. The way she’s making me feel. The little noises she’s making as she rides me.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock…”

Luna picks up the pace, and I join in, holding on to her hips and moving with her. Then against her. Until we find the perfect rhythm. The one that leaves us both wordless, unable to communicate other than grunts and moans, and whatever language it is that our bodies are speaking to each other. The one only they understand.

They’re the ones in charge now. We’re only along for the ride.

“I need to come…” she whimpers. “Can…can I come?”

My heart slams into my chest, stopping for a split second. Did she just ask permission to come? Well, fuck…talk about a turn-on I didn’t know I had.

My dick hardens even more, the telltale tingle starting at the base of my spine.

“Yes, Luna, be a good girl,” I instruct, slamming into her harder. “Come for me. Come for me, baby.”

I up my pace, and she meets me thrust for thrust, not holding anything back.

Seconds later, she screams again, dipping her head forward and sinking her teeth into my shoulder. The pinch is like a gunshot for my climax. Pleasure rips through my body like a bullet through the air, taking over all my senses. I cry out, pulling her into me and holding on like it’s the end of time.