And that I am not about to let it stretch out that far ever again.
I move my tongue back and forth, a little more quickly now, as I slowly push my fingers deeper inside of her. I can feel her legs trembling, her thighs beginning to shake as she gets closer and closer to the edge, and I am determined to take her over it – I need to feel her come; I need to feel her sweet, honeyed musk all over me. I want to know that I have been enough for her.
And finally, I feel it – her body tensing, and then this gasp of pleasure as the pressure releases inside of her. Her pussy gushes with wetness, and I keep my mouth pressed to her clit, not letting up, not willing to pull back, not when she’s so clearly enjoying herself.
By the time that she pushes my head away and leans down to kiss me again, she is trembling so hard that I have to wrap my arms around her at once – when she sees the wetness all over my face, she gasps.
"I’m so sorry," she blurts out, and I can see her cheeks flushing a little pink. "I didn’t mean to... It just felt so good..."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I assure her. "It’s hot as hell, trust me."
She smiles, lets her top teeth rest on her bottom lip, and shakes her head.
"It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel that way," she confesses as she runs her fingers through my hair. Her skin is a little chilly, and I know that I need to get her inside.
"Come on in," I murmur to her playfully. "And let’s see what else I can get you to feel."
Chapter Six
Honey
I help him pack up the picnic, and he brings me back to his house – honestly, my legs are shaking so hard as I try to walk that it seems a miracle that I don’t just keel over on the spot, but I am sure as hell not going to let him see just how crazy that was for me.
I have been with men before, of course I have, but there is something about him that feels different. Something... adult, fully grown. I like that. He’s mature, and it’s been a long time since I’ve met a man like that. Most of the men that I come across in this line of work are nothing more than hipster assholes, not afraid to let you know that all they’re looking for is a piece of ass and to get back on the road.
He lights a fire for us once we are inside his cozy little farmhouse, and he warms some cider on the stove before we cuddle up on the loveseat together, a blanket thrown over our legs so that I can warm up again. I still can’t believe that I came as hard as I did. But there is something about the pressure of his lips against my skin that feels alchemic, some chemical reaction that turns me into someone else entirely – someone after pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.
He wraps his arms around me and I lean against his chest and listen to his heartbeat as the fire crackles in front of us. It’s hard to remember the last time that I felt this much at peace. It’s nice. More than nice.
"I like it here," I tell him softly, and he kisses the top of my head.
"I’m glad to hear it," he replies, and he traces his fingers over my scalp, making my whole body tingle with desire.
"You don’t have a home of your own to go back to?" he wonders aloud. "When you’re off the road, I mean?”
"Not really," I admit. I don’t want to bring the night down with this, but if he is asking about it, then I’m not going to hide it.
"My dad left when I was young, it was just my mom and me when I was growing up," I explain. "And that was fine for a long time – good, actually. That’s how I liked it. She’s the one who taught me how to bake, she came up with the idea for Honey’s Pies, and she got me off the ground and onto the road. But I always came back to her at the end of it, that’s the part I liked the most..."
I trail off. Even though it’s a few years old now, it still hurts for me to even think of this.
"She passed," I confess, my voice soft, still full of hurt and as bruised as it was the day that I found out she’d died. "Heart attack. Very sudden. Quick, actually."
"Oh, I’m so sorry," he replies, and there is a sincerity to his voice that tells me that he means this. He kisses the top of my head and I lean back against him.