Apple-Y Ever After (The Way To A Man's Heart Book 12) by Frankie Love (types of ebook readers .txt) 📗

She is already glistening with wetness, and I glance up at her to make sure that she really wants this – she is panting hard, and just manages to nod before I plant my mouth against her pussy for the first time.

She’s sweeter than the apple she was eating, the wetness between her legs like musky honey against my lips. I stroke my tongue so gently over her clit and her whole body tenses up. She reaches down to run her fingers through my hair and make sure that I am not going anywhere.

As though there is anywhere else in the world I would rather be at this moment. She groans, lifts her hips and presses them to my face, so that I have no choice but to get lost in the sweetness of her pussy.

And I am determined to give her an orgasm that she is never going to forget.

I slide my hands beneath her ass and pull her to me, hungry for all that I can have from her, all that I can take. I move my tongue in circles against her clit, over and over again, letting her get used to the sensation of it before I dip lower and push my tongue just a half-inch inside of her.

She cries out, so loudly that I swear the sound echoes out over the whole orchard – if anyone is still out here, clearing up the stuff from the festival earlier, then they are going to hear us. I don’t care. She seems to respond to my touch as though it is everything that she has been waiting for, and there is no way that I am going to stop now.

I move back up to her clit, sealing my lips around her and sucking softly as I move my fingers inside of her. She is grinding back against me, moving fast as though she is having a hard time containing herself, and I can tell that she is enjoying every moment of this. How long has it been since someone has pleasured her like this? Whatever her answer to that might be, I know that it has been far too long.

And that I am not about to let it stretch out that far ever again.

I move my tongue back and forth, a little more quickly now, as I slowly push my fingers deeper inside of her. I can feel her legs trembling, her thighs beginning to shake as she gets closer and closer to the edge, and I am determined to take her over it – I need to feel her come; I need to feel her sweet, honeyed musk all over me. I want to know that I have been enough for her.

And finally, I feel it – her body tensing, and then this gasp of pleasure as the pressure releases inside of her. Her pussy gushes with wetness, and I keep my mouth pressed to her clit, not letting up, not willing to pull back, not when she’s so clearly enjoying herself.

By the time that she pushes my head away and leans down to kiss me again, she is trembling so hard that I have to wrap my arms around her at once – when she sees the wetness all over my face, she gasps.

"I’m so sorry," she blurts out, and I can see her cheeks flushing a little pink. "I didn’t mean to... It just felt so good..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I assure her. "It’s hot as hell, trust me."

She smiles, lets her top teeth rest on her bottom lip, and shakes her head.

"It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel that way," she confesses as she runs her fingers through my hair. Her skin is a little chilly, and I know that I need to get her inside.

"Come on in," I murmur to her playfully. "And let’s see what else I can get you to feel."

Chapter Six

Honey

I help him pack up the picnic, and he brings me back to his house – honestly, my legs are shaking so hard as I try to walk that it seems a miracle that I don’t just keel over on the spot, but I am sure as hell not going to let him see just how crazy that was for me.

I have been with men before, of course I have, but there is something about him that feels different. Something... adult, fully grown. I like that. He’s mature, and it’s been a long time since I’ve met a man like that. Most of the men that I come across in this line of work are nothing more than hipster assholes, not afraid to let you know that all they’re looking for is a piece of ass and to get back on the road.

He lights a fire for us once we are inside his cozy little farmhouse, and he warms some cider on the stove before we cuddle up on the loveseat together, a blanket thrown over our legs so that I can warm up again. I still can’t believe that I came as hard as I did. But there is something about the pressure of his lips against my skin that feels alchemic, some chemical reaction that turns me into someone else entirely – someone after pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.

He wraps his arms around me and I lean against his chest and listen to his heartbeat as the fire crackles in front of us. It’s hard to remember the last time that I felt this much at peace. It’s nice. More than nice.

"I like it here," I tell him softly, and he kisses the top of my head.

"I’m glad to hear it," he replies, and he traces his fingers over my scalp, making my whole body tingle with desire.

"You don’t have a home of your own to go back to?" he wonders aloud. "When you’re off the road, I mean?”

"Not really," I admit. I don’t want to bring the night down