Leave a Trail (Signal Bend #7)(51)
She and her friends had never been the kind to dish about boys much, so what she knew about sex she’d learned from romance novels she’d read as a teen. Or from movies and television. Or the internet (though after a couple of scary sites, she decided that was a terrible place to learn anything about sex). No.
What she knew about sex she’d really learned here in Signal Bend. With Badger. And knowing how to talk dirty had not been part of it. Until now, apparently.
His fingers left her clit and moved downward, into her. Two fingers—she could feel them flexing and scissoring insider her, making her squirm. “Adrienne. Tell me. I want to hear. Is it good?”
She nodded.
He pushed deeper, finding that extra-sensitive spot, that place where the pleasure was so deep it almost hurt, and she moaned, biting down on her lower lip. With a chuckle, he lowered his head to hers and sucked her lip out from her teeth, then bit down on it himself, his fingers still moving hard on that spot inside her. She felt hot and flushed as her blood surged through her body and straight to her core.
“Tell me how it feels.”
She wanted to give him what he was asking for, so, her cheeks afire with more than arousal, she whispered, “Like…like…um…fire. Inside me.”
“Yeah, I like that. You feel like liquid fire on my hand. So hot and wet.”
Wow, the sound of his voice when he talked like that. It was totally hot. His hand moved harder inside her, and she wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else sexy to say, because she was starting to make the little grunts she always made when she was close.
“Fuck, I love it when your body gets all tense and squirmy like this.” Suddenly, he moved downward, his hand still moving, pistoning his fingers as he scissored them inside her, and he latched onto her left breast, sucking her nipple deep, his tongue working it as his fingers worked inside.
“Oh, God, Badge. I can’t talk. I can’t…I can’t…”
He didn’t answer except to do everything he was doing to her a little bit harder. And then he bit lightly down on her nipple and pulled.
He’d never done that. If he’d asked if he could, she would have said no, because that seemed like it shouldn’t be a sex thing. Like it would hurt too much.
It didn’t.
It hurt a little, but it was the kind of hurt that was so totally worth it that you sought it out. In her frenzied mind, she had a scant second for the thought that it was kind of like the way getting a knot rubbed out of a muscle hurt a lot at first, but you were glad and wanted even harder rubbing because you knew you’d feel better when it was over. The pain meant something awesome was happening, and so the pain itself was awesome. Or something like that.
Then her mind stopped thinking completely and went to white noise. Or fireworks. She came so hard she screamed, and her legs drew up and kicked out in tandem again and again. She almost felt like she needed to run away from it, the feeling was so intense.
He let go of her breast when she started really jumping around, and she was glad for that, even as she missed the sensation of his teeth clamped on her. She didn’t want to end up bruised or bleeding. When she was able to come down and find her mind and her breath, she opened her eyes to see him grinning proudly down at her.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
She laughed. “That was excellent.”
“I’m not done yet. That was just the warm-up.” Again, he scooted downward, but this time he didn’t stop at her breasts. He kissed each one, then kept going, painting light circles on her belly with his beard until his head was between her legs. Sliding his arms under her thighs, he held her close and looked up, along her body, to meet her eyes.
“You ready to go again?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer; he just buried his face between her legs, and she felt his tongue lapping through her folds. She loved this, maybe most of all. He’d told her he’d never done it for any other woman, not ever. Almost everything about sex was new to her, so everything she experienced, Badger could claim as his. He, on the other hand, was much more experienced. This was the only thing that was just hers. She loved it.
Since Badger was the only man who’d ever gone down on her, she didn’t know what it was like any other way. But still she felt that she could endorse the benefits of the bearded man. As his tongue moved over and through her folds, tasting her, teasing her, entering her, she felt his beard all around, especially on her clit, the soft hair rubbing and rubbing, not abrading but sending her quickly higher. She moaned loud and long, arching her back and rolling her hips.
He pulled away just as she was starting to really ramp up. “Tell me.”
She looked down her torso at him, and saw how wet with her his face was. That was so hot. But he wanted words again. And she didn’t have any.
“You taste so good. Sweet and salty, like caramel. I could live off the taste of you.” He brushed his chin over her clit, making her jump and gasp. “Sometimes, when I’m out, I catch your scent—like it’s still on me, even after a shower. I get so hard I have to go take care of it. I’ve even pulled off the road a couple of times. And I think of you. Your hands on me. And being inside you.” He bent his head, and she felt his tongue run through her folds, bottom to top, ending with a firm lick of her clit. “Tell me, babe.”
She couldn’t. She didn’t know how to talk like that. It was so good, so hot to hear him. He was great at it, and she’d had no idea. But she wasn’t good at it. It made her embarrassed, and it made her feel like she was letting him down.