“You’re so sweet right now. I could stay here forever.” I circle her clit and delve the tip of my tongue inside her tight center.
She rocks her hips and I love her slow and steady. Her breath hitches and she grinds her pussy into my face. I suckle her clit and she flies over the edge, yielding her cream as she chokes out a cry.
I watch her recover as I take off my clothes.
She’s beautiful, flushed. Her dark pink nipples stand out in contrast to the creamy skin of her breasts. Her pussy is bare except for a strip of hair that ends above her cleft. Her juices glisten on her thighs.
I grip my base and kneel on the bed, tapping against her sensitive clit. She whimpers and I grin. “One more time for me, girl.” I run my cock between her slick lips, nudging her clit gently.
“Skull.”
There it is. That needy tone I live for. A fresh coat of cream covers my dick. “You ready for me, little girl?” I slip inside her slowly, letting her slick walls stretch around my cock.
“Yes.” She throws her head back and digs her nails into my back.
“So tight and wet, mama.”
“Oh.” She flexes and jerks.
“You like that?” I ask as I pull out and ease back inside this place fast becoming my favorite in the world. I lean down and capture her lips. Our mouths meet in a sensual dance that matches the ones our hips are doing.
She stares into my eyes, fearless, passionate, and adoring. I’ve never had this. Her body quakes as she flexes her muscles. Our connection is wide open and I can see love. The reconnection has me exploding inside her, in an all-consuming orgasm so powerful…I lose my breath. Shell shocked, I bury my face into her neck as she rubs my back and peppers the side of my face with kisses.
Chapter Eight
Ruthie
I knock on the door hoping someone is home.
Bolton answers with a wide grin. “Hey, Aunt Ruthie, what’s going on?”
“I’m in a bind, Bolty. Is your mom around?”
“Yeah. Mom! Aunt Ruthie’s here. You coming in?”
I glance down at my wrist and nod. I was cutting it close, but I had time. “Where’s my hug?”
He gives me a squeeze and I’m taken back by how much he’s filled out in the past year. The lankiness of youth is giving way to muscle and mass. He’s going to be a looker like his dad. “Enjoying being out of school for the summer?”
“Yeah. Next year, I’m a senior, finally.”
“If you’re getting senioritis already, you’re in for a long ride next semester.”
“Nah. Mom would have my hide if I flunked out the last year.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” Blue asks walking in from the kitchen.
“Please tell me you’re free for the next couple of hours.”
“Maybe. What are you about to ask me to do?”
“Come to this church carnival I’m working and keep me from killing my mother.”
“Why would you agree to do this, knowing you’re pissed at her?”
“I signed on for the thing six months ago and completely forgot about it.”
“Crap.”