Bury the Hatchet

Chapter Eighteen - Bury the Hatchet

HUNTER

Tallie came three more times with me going down on her before she finally let go of her inhibitions enough to direct me where she wanted me. Her good hand fisted in my hair, thighs clutching and holding me in place, hips bucking and driving that sweet pussy up toward me, she kept my focus directly on her swollen clit.

She only had a narrow triangle of hair covering her mound, dark and perfectly trimmed. Probably because of all the swimsuit portions of her pageants. I supposed it was habitual for her to keep herself groomed that way these days. I didn't particularly care one way or another. Bare, hairy, shaved, landing strip...whatever. I didn't care as long as it was wet and responsive. A pussy was a glorious thing, as far as I was concerned. And Tallie's? It was one of the sweetest I'd ever come into intimate contact with. Right now, she was slick and ready.

I put my lips around her tight little bud and sucked it into my mouth, three fingers pumping into her sex and stretching her so she would be prepared to accept me. It didn't take much of that before her pussy was clamping down on my fingers again, trying to hold them in place as the walls of her sex tremored with another release.

She let out a moan of pleasure that I felt all the way down to my toes. My dick perked up at the sound, not that he wasn't already raring and ready to go.

There were few things in the world that turned me on more than watching a woman experience a powerful orgasm. Being the one who was giving it to her? That would be one of those few things.

Too sensitive, she'd said. Not fucking likely. The son of a bitch she'd been with before just hadn't known what the hell he was doing, and she apparently hadn't known enough to tell him he was full of shit. That added sensitivity just opened her up to more pleasure, only she didn't realize it.

Now she knew better, though.

When the aftershocks of her latest climax subsided and her limbs turned soft as butter, I crept up to the bed to lie beside her. She immediately curled in toward me, tangling her long limbs with mine, seeking more contact. We definitely weren't done yet, but I needed a moment to catch my breath.

Her hand trailed over my chest before moving lower. She tugged my T-shirt free from my waistband and then dived in to explore.

I put my hand over the top of hers, stopping her. "If you aren't careful, this'll be over before it begins."

"Oh, we haven't started yet?" she said, batting her eyes at me like a fucking tease. She wriggled her fingers to get free of my grip, inching them closer to my painfully hard cock.

I wasn't ready for that to happen. Not yet. I might blow the second she touched me.

I rolled us over with a feral sound coming from deep within me, trapping her beneath me, my thighs on either side of her slim body to keep my weight from crushing her. "Can't get enough?"

"Never." She didn't let our change in positions slow her down, dragging the fabric of my shirt up.

I decided to help her out, leaning back and finishing the job. I tossed the shirt to the floor, and she took that opportunity to splay her palm over my chest. It felt so fucking good, having her touch me. Made me want more. Made me wonder why I had waited so damned long to get her in my bed. And now that she was here, why the hell wasn't I just flipping up her legs and plowing into her, because she sure as hell acted like that was what she wanted from me.

But I wasn't. I couldn't seem to make myself. With Tallie, I wanted more than just a quick fuck, more than merely a good time, and that scared the shit out of me.

I leaned over her and took my time kissing her, reveling in the sweet way she opened herself to me and the quiet sounds she made. Her hand roamed over my chest, my abs, my back, never still as she explored my body. She even reached up with her injured hand to tease my skin with her fingertips. I supposed they didn't hurt too much. The worst of the burn had been on her palm.