Inside, I was screaming, no, no, no. “Would you like another drink before you hit the road?”
He looked like he was going to say no.
“A little company before going home?” It was mean to remind him of his empty house, but I was a desperate woman.
He sighed. “Sure. Just a touch, though.”
I poured us both a glass of wine and brought it to the sunroom.
He arched a brow. “You may be grown up, but you’re not twenty-one.”
“I’m at home and not going anywhere. Besides, if you don’t think there’s drinking going on at college, you’re as naïve as my father.”
He laughed. “I might be old, but I do remember college.”
“You’re not old,” I said, sitting on the couch, hoping he’d join me.
“It feels like forever since I was eighteen.” He sat next to me, his gaze looking out over the cattle land behind the house.
“Sounds like you could use some fun.” I angled my body in his direction, noting the sprig of mistletoe on the sofa table behind the couch. I set my wine down and picked up the little green sprig, holding it over his head.
He glanced up and laughed. “It’s been a long time since I had that kind of fun.”
Jeez, was his ex-wife frigid, too? How could she keep her hands off him?
“Just a little kiss, Mo,” I cooed.
He shook his head, but leaned toward me, tilting his head to kiss my cheek. I wasn’t going to accept a peck on the cheek. This was my chance to show Mo just how grown up I was.
I tilted my head at the last second, pressing my lips to his. I gripped his sweater, knowing he’d probably jerk back, repulsed by my actions. He did flinch, but I held firm, dragging my tongue along his mouth. He moaned and parted his lips.
Yes! I went in a full one-hundred percent, kissing him with all the passion I had. He tasted like wine and sexy man, just as I’d imagined he would. His tongue was soft as it lapped my mouth.
He put his hand on my shoulder, and I was afraid he was going to push me away, so I moved it over my breast. My nipples were hard, and when his hand brushed over them, I nearly cried out as liquid heat rushed to my center. That’s where I needed the stimulation. I gripped his hand and shoved it under my skirt to my hot, throbbing pussy.
He growled something that sounded like fuck, but I wasn’t sure as I’d never heard him swear before.
He set his wine on the sofa table, then pushed me back, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and yanking them down.
“So wet,” he murmured. His body slid down mine, his shoulders settling between my thighs. I might have been a virgin, but I knew what he was doing. I’d have rather had his dick, but he was touching me, about to go down on me, and I couldn’t hardly complain about that.
His fingers parted my pussy lips, and he ran his tongue the full length of me. I cried out, gripping his head to hold him there. It felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.
“Yes, Mo…yes.”
He flicked his tongue over my clit, making me writhe. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I was gyrating under his mouth as pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter. This was nothing like being in the tub, touching myself. It was so, so much better.
His mouth moved down, and his tongue thrust inside me. It was the first time something other than my own fingers or the tiny little vibrator I had was inside me. Every neuron in my body lit up.
“Yes…more,” I gasped.
He was like a starving man, lapping at my pussy, drinking me in.
He moved back up to my clit, swirling his tongue around it as his finger found my hole and pushed in.
Oh my God. I arched as his finger slid deep inside me. I lost control of my body as it rocked and bucked, fucking his finger. He tilted his finger inside me, rubbing that one special spot, and sucked my clit, making stars burst behind my eyes. Pleasure fired from my pussy to every nerve ending in my body.
I cried out, riding the wave of my orgasm. Never in my life had coming wracked my entire body like that.