Page 46 of Tennessee Trouble

“Yessssss…”

“So, then I take it you’d like me to do this…”

I slide my middle finger along the damp fabric, applying just enough pressure to feel her through the cotton. Bucking, she pushes herself into me more, letting out a muffled curse.

“Fuck me…”

“That comes later, baby…” I kiss her again, making sure she knows I’m going to deliver. “Right now, I’m going to play with your pretty pussy until I have you purring in my ear.”

“Pleassssse…”

She draws out the S like she’s hissing, drawing my lust to the surface of my overheating skin. I want her so bad I can taste it. Taste her.

That comes later though. Right now I’m on a mission.

I turn my focus back to her core, teasing her through the fabric and using it to my advantage. Trying to create the glorious, sweet friction that I know will have her hanging on the edge.

Lindee moans and mewls, moving with me, trying to guide my movements. She’s searching for it—that elusive high that only comes from being worshipped and adored. From having another person take control and hold all your pleasure, dangling in front of you like a carrot.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, toying with the hem of her panties. Forget damp, now she’s all-out soaked, and I’m totally here for it. “You’re so wet for me.”

Her eyes flutter closed, the ragged breath stuttering out of her in time with the movement. Now I’ve got her.

I slowly breach the hem, dipping my finger into her wetness and swiping some. Lindee gasps, and I pull my hand back just as quickly. Eyes fly open, those hazel irises staring back at me in shock.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan, as I drag my finger over my lips, coating them in her. “You’re so sweet. Like the peaches back home.”

“Brandt…”

Fuck…do I like the sound of my name on her lips…

My desire pulses through me, the need for her growing by the second. Moving my hand back to her tummy, I trace my way along the lace of her panties, dipping my fingers underneath it.

“I love how you say my name.”

Lowering my hand, I take my time, wanting to draw this out. I know she’ll go quick once I touch her—really touch her—and I want her as amped up as possible. I can almost hear her heartbeat, a ticking time bomb counting down the seconds.

“More…please…” she pleads, eyes fluttering closed again.

“You think you’re ready for more?” I taunt, lowering my hand some more. “I’m not sure you’ve earned more…”

Stopping short of her core, the heat from her calling my name like I’m being picked first for a pickup game, I press up against her, lowering my lips to hers and stealing a kiss. It’s short, brief, only enough to let her know I’m still here. That I’ve got her. She slips her arms around my neck, holding me close and kissing me deeply. The move knocks me off-kilter for a moment, taking over my senses and drowning out everything else. Even the need to make her scream.

Because I’m quickly approaching the point where nothing else on this earth will matter as long as Lindee is in my arms and kissing me.

I pull back, needing to regain control of the moment. This may be a date, but forever isn’t in the cards for us. This is nothing more than a fling. One I plan to squeeze every ounce out of.

Without another word, I lower my hand, finding her wetness and sliding through it easily. Holy fuck.

“You’re so wet for me,” I whisper, admiration filling my hushed voice. “Such a good girl…”

Lindee whimpers, her knees wobbling. I take advantage of her movement, gathering the slickness on my fingers and finding her clit, giving it a slow, gentle circle.

“Gaaaaah…”

“Oh, you like that, huh?” I do it again, and again, slower each time, watching as the fire builds in her. That bomb inside is rattling now, the fuse lit and shrinking with each flick against this sweet little bundle of nerves. “What about if I…do…this…”

Lindee anticipates my move, angling her hips forward, giving me the access I want. Easily, I slide two fingers inside her, that warm, wet heat of her pussy greeting me like I’m coming home. My insides heat up even more, my skin feeling like it could ignite as I start to move, my thumb settling on her clit.