My heart sped up, thrumming in my ears as he slid his hand up between my legs until he reached the center of me.
I gasped as he pressed against me through my jeans.
His voice thick with lust, he said, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night in the car. I should have laid you back on the seat, put your legs up on my shoulders, and pulled off your panties with my teeth.”
“Oh-my-goodness.” I reached for my glass of wine and tossed the rest of it back in one shot.
He leaned in and kissed my shoulder through my blouse, then moved up to my neck. His hot lips on my skin—on my pulse points—made my body go limp and my eyelashes flutter.
He slowly made his way to my mouth, where he nibbled my lips, both of us tasting of red wine. I parted my lips as he thrust his tongue hungrily into my mouth, while his hand pressed against my swelling pu**y.
Yes, pu**y.
Usually, I have girl-parts, or a ladyflower, or some other euphemism.
But as Dalton Deangelo thrust his hot tongue into my mouth and worked me through my jeans, I had a full-on, raging hot, swollen pu**y.
And I wanted him inside me. Immediately.
He sensed my desire, perhaps due to the panting or the mewling sounds I was making, and started working the button and fly on my jeans.
How was I supposed to get my jeans off, with the table right there? He undid the jeans and slid his hand down the front, making skin-on-skin contact with his fingers on my pu**y. I gasped and closed my eyes as his fingers slipped between those swollen furrows of flesh and nudged around my nub.
He nuzzled my cheek with his chin and kissed my eyelid. Pulling back, he gazed at me, his eyes gentle and warm. “Like this?” He curled his fingers and stroked my silky skin.
“Yes.”
“How about this?” He stroked his fingers more firmly, and pushed deeper, down where it was wetter.
“Wow.”
“I’m going to pull your jeans off, turn you sideways on these cushions, and put your legs over my shoulders.”
“Mmm.” Waves of pleasure radiated from his nimble fingers.
“Unless you want to… go for a walk around Dragonfly Lake?”
“Mmm.”
He swirled his fingertips in a circle, then up and down. For the second time, Dalton Deangelo had me wrapped around his fingers, literally.
I was breathing heavily and audibly as he withdrew his fingers, dragging the damp tips up along my lower stomach.
He suddenly grabbed hold of me by the h*ps and yanked my lower body along the cushioned seat. I gasped in surprise, then began to giggle as he pulled my butt down farther and my head bonked against the side of the trailer’s interior.
“Oops,” he said, stopping to rub my head with one hand.
Laughing, I pushed his hand out of my hair. “I’m fine. Your trailer might be twenty-eight feet long, but it’s not very wide, is it?”
“Wide enough.” He gave me another strong yank, so I was flat on my back on the cushions. He stood and tugged my shoes off one at a time, then removed my bright blue jeans.
I held my legs together shyly and angled my knees away from him, still with my panties on.
“Those are nice,” he said.
“They’re new.” I glanced down at my cream-colored panties with the contrasting black lace highlights.
“I meant these.” He positioned himself at my legs and kissed one knee and then the other. “Nice legs.” He slid his hands up and down my thighs, making me shiver with his touch.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He pried my knees apart and started kissing my inner thighs. I arched my back and tried to quiet my thoughts. Another moan escaped my lips, and I found a place within me that was calm.
His voice husky, he said, “I’m going to pull those sweet panties off with my teeth.”
He reached under me and easily hoisted my lower body so he could remove my panties. True to his promise, he used not just his hands, but his teeth to pull them off and all the way down my legs and off over my feet.
“Brr,” I joked, because the trailer was quite warm. I pulled my legs back together and angled my knees away again.
“Let me see you.” He stared deep into my eyes as I let my knee fall to the side, opening myself to him. His gaze moved down, his face serious, then smiling.
He whispered, “I like what I see. Let’s get that shirt off.”
Half the buttons had already come undone with all the excitement. I covered my chest with my hands. “Oh, now you want to see the peaches?”
He raised his dark, sexy eyebrows. “Yes, I do. Come on, Peaches, show me your… peaches.” He shook his head, grinning. “I can’t believe you made me say that.”
“I didn’t make you say anything.”
“With those eyes of yours? You have all the power here.”
I batted my eyelashes up at him.
He leaned over and finished unbuttoning my blouse, the pearl buttons tiny and delicate under his thick fingers. I shifted around so he could get the blouse off.
“Your bra matches your panties,” he said. “Okay, I’ve noticed. Now take it off.”
Unlatching the bra, I released my peaches. They’re not the biggest fruit in the orchard, just a D-cup, and I do get self-conscious about my large h*ps making me look bottom-heavy, even though D-cups are a respectable size.
I held my hands over my br**sts demurely.
Dalton asked, “Are we playing peek-a-boo?”
“More like strip poker, only without cards, and I’m totally losing. Are you wearing more clothes than when I got here?”
He sat up, undid the buttons at the neck of his polo shirt, and whipped it off over his head. As the shirt came off, the scent of his body, mixed with a nice cologne, reached my nose. He smelled as good as he looked, all lean and muscular, with those bumps of muscles where most guys I’d been with had love handles.
“Are you for real?” I asked, daring to press one bare foot against his stomach. Either he was naturally hairless or waxed, because his chest and stomach was completely smooth. Under my toes, his flesh was hot and firm.
His jeans were still on, but I could see evidence of his manhood, long and thick and standing at attention behind the fabric.
My foot moved down, stroking that rigid rod. Mamma mia! His soldier was trying to make a jail break, out the waistband.
Dalton caught my foot and brought it up to his cheek as he sat on the banquette next to my inner calf. He stroked his jaw against the sensitive inside of my foot. I’d never had a man touch me quite like that, and it felt incredibly intimate and hot.