Page 47 of Tennessee Trouble

A hush falls over the room as our eyes meet, everything going still. The tether between us tightens, pulling me in closer as I continue to tease. Slowly, purposefully, and with only one goal—making her lose control.

“Fuuuuuck…” Lindee exclaims, tossing her head back, exposing her neck to me.

I take the hint, nibbling at the soft skin. Forget those peaches—she’s as sweet as sugar straight from the bowl. And infinitely more addicting.

Picking up my pace, I pay special attention to the sweet spot inside her that I discovered the other night. The one that made her teeter on the edge of the cliff. The one that I know will get her what she wants. What she’s craving.

“Tell me what you want, Lindee.”

“Make me come. Please…please let me come…”

Her pleas are music to my ears. My dick twitches, threatening my zipper, as I push forward, focusing on her. On the gorgeous creature in front of me.

My thumb presses down, applying some pressure to her clit as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her legs begin to wobble, the steadiness she’s been maintaining starting to wane. She grips me tighter, pulling me closer to her.

Then she lets loose.

“I’m gonna…aaaaah!”

I capture her mouth, swallowing the scream she lets out as her climax hits her. I don’t let up my efforts, wrapping my free arm around her waist to give her balance. Her whole body shakes, the orgasm racking her frame with earthquake-like force, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. It’s all I can do to hold on, drawing out this euphoria for her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she pulls back from me and leans against the wall. Her hair is a mess and her cheeks are bright red, the same flush following down her neck and onto her chest. I’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful than she does right now. Chest heaving, eyes half shut, and pleasure-drunk beyond belief.

There’s a long moment of silence, neither of us moving, allowing our heavy breathing to be the only thing filling the air. As much as I hate to disengage, I know I need to. Plus, it means I get to taste her again. A real taste.

I remove my hand from her, as slowly and gently as I can, not wanting to interrupt her postorgasmic high. I lift my fingers to my mouth, slowly licking and sucking each one, making sure not to waste a drop.

“Fuck…me…” Lindee mutters.

“I told you,” I quip. “I plan on it.”

That gets her attention.

Snapping back to life, Lindee’s eyes pop open, just as fiery and mischievous as earlier. Maybe more so.

Her eyes go dark, the golden amber turning to a deep bronze, shimmering in a way that should be impossible. Licking her lips, Lindee pushes off the wall, full of purpose and desire. There’s no mistaking it.

I love it.

I yank her into me, weaving my hands into her hair and kissing her hard. She returns the kiss, adding in even more, and for a second I think I’ve met my match. Someone who is going to push me, challenge me, and then love the fuck out of me. Until I remind myself again this is just a fling, and this is the kiss of someone who wants to file it away for their own naughty memories later.

Either way, I’ll take it.

As I’m trying to pull her in even closer, Lindee reaches in between us, hands flying to my belt.

Oh, no, you don’t, beautiful…

I grab her hand, stopping her in an instant.

“Not here,” I tell her, breathing hard. “As hot as this was, and it was fucking hot, I need you in a bed.”

“A bed?” she chokes out.

I nod. “Yes. A bed. A real one. One where I can spread you out and worship you like you deserve. Where I can watch you all desperate and wanton and begging for my cock.”

Lindee swallows hard, pupils flaring as I declare my intentions. Ones that shouldn’t surprise her given our time together in the cabin.

Straightening herself, Lindee stretches to her full height, smirking and leveling me with a challenging look.