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His stubble scratching me down there now, not tickling. But driving me wild with arousal, I start to boil over into something I have no control over.
Blake’s settled himself into that chair pretty damned quick and from the tongue lashing he’s giving me I don’t feel like he’s gonna let up anytime soon.
“I want you to come for me, Krystal. Come in my mouth so I can taste what’s mine,” he growls, making me writhe and moan a little harder and faster against his expertise.
“Mm hmm,” I whimper, feeling his hair between my fingers now, gripping him as hard as he’s grinding his mouth into me, almost tugging at him as I press him onto my core.
Already feeling something coming loose. That mysterious element the man’s awoken in me.
Those shivers I’ve been having are just like tremors before the big one.
Before the quake hits.
I hear his growls and groans, mixed with my own moans and whimpering until there’s a new and deeper sound.
It sounds like… Like a…
Like a lawnmower.
I tense up, afraid we’ll be caught. But Blake only growls louder and harder, flicking my nub with his tongue and gently nibbling at it with his stubbled lips.
“It’s the lawn guy,” he murmurs. “You can scream as loud as you want.”
As if on cue, once he uses a pair of his large fingers to spread me wide open so he can go deeper and have more of me to himself, I do hear myself moan louder.
Not just louder but deeper, and Blake’s insistent tongue and hands on my chest sees me gasping his name in between fits of my body starting to twist and jerk.
A constant shudder starts to run through me once one of his hands works its way through my pajama top, kneading my thick stiff nipples.
“Blake… Blake…” I start to wheeze, but he only grinds harder with his mouth and more intensely between his thumb and forefinger.
The mower sounds louder. Closer.
But I’m closer still and as Blake senses what we both know is coming he growls the word “mine” deeper.
The sound unlocking the most intense and quaking climax. I can hear my own voice, almost in disbelief as wave after wave of pulsing shudders course through me.
His mouth and hands merging with my hole. My legs gripping him so tight it might choke an ordinary man. But Blake Mason is no ordinary man.
And this is no ordinary climax.
He only groans deeper with satisfaction the tighter I grip him, and I moan louder as he takes all of me, all of my essences as he draws out my climax by the clever use of his strong hands, huge tongue, and masterful technique.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
“Mine,” I tell her and myself again, eventually moving up from my sitting position and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
I’ll never grow tired of hearing it. Never grow tired of seeing her perfect face and feeling her perfect body under my touch.
I run a thick finger gently in circles around her twitching hole, thumbing her clit ever so slightly as she continues to twitch and shudder herself.
A fitting climax for my queen and a reward well-earned for my own patience.
I’ve staked my claim and now we both know how things really stand between us.
Without a word, only a lengthy kiss, it’s clear to her as well as to me that we’re a team now.
Together, the two of us. No matter what.
The sound of the mower and hedge trimmer dies down too in time with our own winding down.
Mark the lawn guy is under strict instructions not to bother me or Krystal. He’s got a fistful of money for his efforts and I trust it’ll buy his silence too. But time will tell.
Krystal’s spent, I can see that. But for me, I could just eat her up all day and then some.
My own hardness is as insistent as ever, but the urgency has been dialed back a notch.
I know she’ll be mine now, I’ve staked my claim. Licked the envelope that has my name on it.
Kissing her again I tell her I’ve paid the man outside to do his work, I can see she’s fretting about it somewhere in the back of her mind.
The part that hasn’t been blown out the top of her head.
I lift her up off the counter and set her on my lap, cupping some more of her chest in my free hand which she doesn’t seem to mind.
But there is something bugging her, I can tell.
“What is it?” I ask gently in her ear, kissing it after I speak. Figuring she might just be a little stiff from being laid out on the counter like that, but I really couldn’t help myself.
“This is complicated,” she begins. And I figure she means me being the neighbor she thinks I’m supposed to be.
