Kneeling between her legs, I dove in, swiping up her slit and tasting her like a starved man. She gasped and squirmed, but I couldn’t stop or ease her into it. I buried my face between her thighs and lapped at her, using my chin, my thumbs, and my tongue to make her moan. Two seconds after I focused on her clit she let out a shriek. I settled a hand on her stomach to keep her from vibrating right off the mattress, not 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 she’d let me eat the pizza off her bare stomach just so I could ogle her boobs while I ate. There she was, sitting up on the mattress with paper towels spread out for our dinner and clad only in a pair of my boxers she’d rolled up at the waist. She smiled up at me sweetly despite being topless. Fuck. I could marry this girl.
Sitting across from her, I placed the box down in the middle of the bed and moved the mail onto the floor. “Meat or cheese?”
Her smiled turned devilish. “Give me all the meat,” she practically growled.
My stomach clenched and even though I’d been hungry an hour ago, I didn’t particularly care if I ate a single damn thing tonight. Keva bit into a slice of pizza and gave a little moan of appreciation.
“Stop it.”
She stopped chewing. “Excuse me?” she said around a bite of food.
I wolfed down a half a slice of pizza. If we had to eat, I’d do it quickly so I could get back to the good stuff. “You can’t moan like that or I will throw this pizza out and slide inside of you before you can swallow your bite.”
“Oh,” she answered, her breasts heaving as her breath sped up.
I shoved the rest of the slice in my mouth and threw the box on the floor. She squealed as I lunged for her, holding her slice above her head out of harm’s way. I caged her in with my arms and legs, crawling up her body, kissing and tasting along the way, making sure I paid equal attention to every square inch of her. When I got to her breasts, I cupped them in my hands and squished them together so I could taste them, one right after the other. Mmm…pizza and hot woman.
“Lose the pants, Linc,” Keva whispered hotly.
I climbed off of her again and stood. “Lose the pizza,” I responded, hand hesitating on the button of my jeans. Keva’s eyes dropped to my hand. Then she tossed the piece of pizza over her shoulder, letting it splat somewhere on the floor behind the mattress. Okay then. I guess she was done eating.
I popped the button and unzipped my jeans, pulling my boxers down with them and kicking them off my feet as Keva slid out of my boxers. She licked her lips and kept her gaze trained on my cock. I dropped to a knee and grabbed a condom out of the cardboard box by the bed. They were two years old, from the last time I’d had a two week furlough in the States. I’d only gone through two of them in those two weeks, which was a crying shame. I rolled it on and braced myself over Keva. She spread her legs and let my hips nestle there.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be,” I managed to say. I wanted to be honest with her because she was so sweet. I also wanted to see her again already, despite my initial thoughts of just one night together.
Her eyes went soft and she cupped my face. “I won’t break.”
My hips had a mind of their own, like some sort of heat seeking missile, plunging forward and lodging my cock inside of her before she’d even quit speaking. My blood pressure soared at the intense pleasure, the way her pussy seemed to suck me in and hold me there. To my embarrassment, my arms began to shake. I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, the mattress moving an inch across the floor.