Free Dirty South (A Blue Collar Bad Boy Romance) by Celia Loren

I moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and
running his tongue around my areola. I press my lips together for a moment,
worried about the noise I'm making, before I realize that there are no dorm
roommates to concern myself with. We have the house all to ourselves.
    My mouth falls open as he moves to my other breast and
begins to move inside me faster and faster. I can feel his hot breath against
my sweat dappled neck as we move together. My mind goes blank, and all I can
feel is him, only him. With an alarming shake, an orgasm moves through me. I
feel my muscles ripple of their own accord and am barely aware of Boone grunting
and releasing himself with a sudden warmth inside me.
    My head falls onto his damp shoulder, and I gasp for breath.
For a moment, he leans against me, pressing me into the wall, but then I feel
him step back, his arms moving gently around my back. Then I'm being lowered
onto impossibly soft sheets, and he's pulling the covers over me. I nestle in,
and he walks around to the other side of the bed and slips in beside me.
Drowsily, I turn into him, tucking my head onto his shoulder as he wraps an arm
around me and pulls me in tighter.
    "Is it always like that for you?" I ask. My head
is swimming, and my mind is too muddy to act as a filter. I press my nose
against his skin as I wait for him to answer. God, he smells so good. I wish I could
bottle this scent and carry it around with me. I turn up to him, realizing he
hasn't responded yet.
    "What do you mean?" he finally says.
    "Never had an orgasm with a guy before," I reply.
"Feels...different," I add with a giggle.
    "Seriously?" he asks, turning onto one elbow to
look down at me.
    "Mm," I reply incoherently.
    "You mean from sex, or from foreplay?"
    "Either. Both," I say with a small yawn. I blink
my eyes open as I feel him staring down at me. Disconcertingly, when I look up
at him, he's smiling, with an added dangerous glint in his eyes.
"What?" I murmur, peering at him.
    "That was nothing," he grunts, and I feel his hand
on my stomach, his calloused palm just below my belly button and his long
fingers spread out wide.
    "No, that was definitely something. "
    He laughs. "There are just so many ways to make you
come," he says, and my breath catches as he begins to slide his hand
downward.
    "Yeah?" is all I can say in reply, as my body
lights up in response to his touch. I thought I'd been drained of pleasure for
tonight, and am surprised by how quickly my body is coming back to life. My leg
twitches as his fingertips graze the top of my pubic hair.
    "So many," he repeats, and his middle finger
slides over my wet clit. I gasp, feeling electricity shoot out to my
extremities. He begins to circle his finger slowly as he leans down to kiss me.
Unlike earlier, he softly presses his lips over mine, then gently presses his
tongue into my mouth. With every stroke, every kiss, my wetness grows until I'm
aching for release.
    He pulls his mouth away. "I wonder how you taste,"
he says. My lips drop open as he ducks his head under the sheets. None of my
boyfriends ever talked to me that way. Sex was always so polite, the lights
shut discreetly off, and the moans kept to a minimum.
    I feel his breath hot against my inner thigh. His hands
press against my knees and push my legs wide apart. I close my eyes and try to
control my breathing, but then I feel his tongue flick across my clit, and my
entire body jolts like I've been struck by lightning. I grasp for the sheets
and grip them tightly in my hands, as though I need something to moor me to the
bed and without them I might just float up and away.
    His tongue flicks across me again, eliciting a whimper that
bubbles out from my mouth. His tongue presses down and begins to circle me. He
moves it gently, and my pleasure builds up inside me almost to a breaking
point, but he won't release me. I moan as I feel him slip a finger inside me.
He strokes it against my g-spot, but not quite hard enough.
    "Boone,