stopping for even a breath as she rode out her first orgasm.
“That’s one,” I rasped.
“Ohh.”
I smiled smugly and crawled up her body, reaching around to unclasp her bra while she tried to catch her breath. When her eyes fluttered open, she smiled at me and I just knew I could get another from her before the doorbell rang.
Ignoring the pain that came from behind my zipper as I plowed ahead with providing her so much pleasure she’d scream my name, I cupped Keva’s cheek and kissed her. She tasted like caramel apples and magical unicorns, which meant she tasted like nothing I’d tasted before. She exuded happiness and joy, even in her kiss. When her tongue darted out to tease mine, I slipped my hand between her legs and caught her gasp in my mouth. I smiled against her lips, feeling like the most powerful man in the world for making her writhe and gasp and sigh beneath me.
Two fingers slid inside her wet channel. Her breasts rose up into the air in invitation as her back bowed off the mattress. I latched onto her left nipple, giving it all my attention as I slid back out of her and then back in, setting a fast pace I knew she could handle. Her hands tried to grab my hair but it was cut too short for her to find purchase. Instead, she cupped the back of my head and held me against her. As if I had any intention of leaving these breasts anytime soon. A third finger joined the first two and Keva began to chant.
“Linc, oh Linc,” she gasped.
That was it. Just a little more and she’d be screaming it. I moved my head to her other breast, gently biting, sucking, and flicking her nipple with my tongue. My thumb found her swollen nub and worked her over in rhythm with my fingers. Her mouth opened and closed, her eyes squeezed shut tight. A couple strands of dark hair lay across her face, stuck to the fine sheen of moisture she’d worked up. I thrummed across her clit one more time and she did it.
“Linc!” she screamed, nearly dislodging my hand between her legs as she piked up.
She grabbed my face and pulled me to her in a messy kiss. Her legs trembled and I felt her tighten around my fingers. She groaned again, this time into my mouth. The doorbell rang out, making her pause before falling bonelessly back onto the mattress.
“Oh my God, Linc,” she whispered, staring up at me like a sex god. I could get used to that look aimed in my direction.
I smiled, even as I had to grab my dick through my jeans and tell him to settle down. We had pizza to eat, and then maybe, if the lady indulged me, she’d let me sink into her heat all night long.
“Stay there.” I pressed a quick kiss to her mouth and reluctantly left her, hoping I could get the beast to stay down long enough to answer the damn door without embarrassing myself.
I swung the door open, with a twenty dollar bill thrust forward. “Thanks, man…”
I trailed off, seeing a familiar woman standing on my doorstep. A rather large, retirement aged woman. In a U.S. Postal Service uniform. Holding my pizza. And eye fucking me.
Whoa. That tamed the beast all right.
“Looks like you got started without me!” she trilled.
“Poppy, right?” I put two and two together, remembering the way I’d kissed Keva just to avoid this woman earlier today. Maybe my luck wasn’t turning around after all.
“I was finishing up delivering mail when I saw the pizza guy roll up.” She wiggled her eyebrows and it did not do the same thing to my insides as when Keva did it.
I leaned against the doorjamb and smirked. “You always deliver pizza in your off hours?”
She thrust the box at me, which had my mail stacked on top, and snatched the twenty out of my hand. “Only when I get a half-naked man answering the door and new gossip to spread. Welcome to Hell, Lincoln Angelo.”
With that, she twirled around and two stepped back to her mail truck to some country song in her head. She was an odd thing. Then again, Bain had warned me about this town.
“Linc?” Keva called from inside.
I shut the door and headed back into the bedroom, not wanting to waste a minute while I had Keva’s scent all over me and her waiting in my bed. Maybe