His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,18

one hot bud of flesh between his teeth and tugging on the tiny hoop. Her nipple hardened to a fine point, the cry of need erupting from Taylor’s mouth slithering down his spine and settling low in his balls. He wasn’t going to last much longer with his wet dream under him and responding to every touch, lick, and suck.

He toyed with the ring, tugging it, rolling it, and playing with it, the metallic bite only adding to the sweet taste of her skin. Taylor writhed underneath him, hands scraping against the overly sensitized skin of his chest, her legs tightening around his waist to bring their lower bodies together in an unspoken, shameless plea for release.

“Kiss me, Lucky.”

He released her nipple, melding their mouths together and letting her take control of their frenzy. He was rewarded with her hand trailing down his stomach, her fingers releasing the tie on his sweatpants and shoving them down to his thighs, exposing his arousal to her touch. She wasted no time in taking him in hand, her fist stroking his dick from root to tip and making his eyes cross with the sheer bliss of every caress.

He fucked into her grip, his hips moving with a mind of their own since his brain had clearly left the building. On autopilot—he’d done this a million times in his dreams—he pushed aside her skirt, suddenly grateful she found panties too confining. The skin of her thigh was like silk, the calloused tips of his fingers tracing a path upward until the folds of her sex bloomed under his exploration, wet with her arousal and hot to the touch.

“Yes. Just. Like. That.” Taylor’s pleas, each syllable breathed out on a pant, drove him to do whatever it would take to get her to the place where speech was impossible. He wanted her breathless, mindless, and surrendered to his desire.

Taylor’s hand clenched his dick tighter when he brushed against her clit—once, twice, the third time wrenching a gasp from deep in her throat. Lucky inserted two fingers inside, her tight channel drawing him in deeper and promising just how good it would be when he buried his cock in her sweet little body. They rested their foreheads together, eyes locked, breath mingling, skin dampened with sweat, and the scent of their lovemaking perfuming the air.

They were easy lovers, in perfect sync, and now they expertly stroked each other, their caresses a test of wills to see who would break first from the unadulterated pleasure.

It was him.

The spark of his orgasm deep in his balls surprised him. All he could do was grit his teeth, sheer willpower momentarily staving off the release that was coming way too soon. He hadn’t had so little control since he was a horny teenager, wrapped around a girl in his truck, hitting every base but fourth and not caring as long as he came.

“Fuck. I’m going to—”

His words were cut off by her cry, her body clenching around his fingers as she climaxed. The brutal beauty of her fulfillment was seared on his eyelids as he closed his eyes and followed her over the ledge, his cock thrusting into her grasp with a desperate ruthlessness. He would have called it pleasure, but the word didn’t touch the waves of bone-melting sensation racing through his marrow.

Still shuddering from his orgasm, he collapsed, rolling to the side at the last minute in order to avoid crushing her under his dead weight. Lethargy, fueled by too much alcohol, settled in his limbs, making it impossible to do anything beyond cleaning them both up with a discarded napkin and dragging her close. Taylor melted into him, arms spanning his waist as she twined her legs with his. The drone of the television in the background was the only sound in the house beyond their breath settling into an easier rhythm.

“Holy shit. That was…” He pressed a kiss to her hair, her unique scent of coconut and sunshine easing him further into bone-deep relaxation.

“Stupid?”

“I was going to say amazing.” Lucky peered down at her, catching her chin with his finger to tip her gaze up to meet his own. No matter how this turned out or how he felt about it in the morning, he wouldn’t let her think she was anything less than amazing. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his, his tongue exploring her taste until she moaned under him. Releasing her mouth, his voice was unsteady when he continued. “You were perfect.”

“So,