Free Sweet Talking Lawman by M.B. Buckner Page B

building between her legs in that secret place that no
man had ever touched.
    “How about this,” Rafe
growled; kissing her belly button as intimately as he’d kissed her mouth.
    Mesa groaned. 
“Yeah.”  His fingers stroke gently over the coarse hair that covered her
most intimate recess and her breathing stopped.
    Slipping a finger between the
folds of her flesh, he stroked that nerve centered bump slowly.  “And
this?” he asked.
    She couldn’t answer and then
his fingers drew the folds back and wet solid heat stroked against her. 
She gasped.  “Rafe.”
    He didn’t answer; instead his
tongue probed the opening below the nub, his mouth closing as he stroked it in
the most intimate kiss possible.  Mesa’s hips moved involuntarily, rocking
in time with his tongue.
    She whimpered softly and Rafe
chuckled as he continued that intimate stroking, the heat building there as his
tongue stroked her closer to something she couldn’t dream.  “Rafe,” she
whimpered, “it---it,”
    He lifted his head only
slightly.  “It’s damn good, Mesa.  Just let go baby and enjoy it.”
    He reclaimed his possession
of her body with ease, simply by returning to his former ministrations of her
sensitive core.  She groaned again and her hips tilted toward his
mouth.  His tongue delved deep, sliding against that center of nerves as
it stroked deep again and again.  Suddenly she was besieged with an
explosion of pure, sweet bliss, quaking through her entire being, wave after
wave.  She was groaning as her hips bucked beneath his head, and then
gradually slowed.
    “Oh my God, Rafe,” she
gasped.  “What was that?”
    He hadn’t moved away from
her, his mouth still in place and as she started to relax, his tongue stroked
her again, feeling her body instantly respond to him.  She gasped and
experienced the sudden surge of bliss melt her again, her hips bucking, his
tongue giving such pleasure but now Mesa wanted something more.  She
didn’t know what, but she wanted deeper contact with him.
    “Oh, Rafe, please.  I
want…I want…more.”
    He slipped up her body,
knowing it was time.  He’d already kicked his boots and jeans onto the
floor and as he positioned himself at the opening of her hot wet cavity, he
hesitated.  “Look at me Mesa.  I want to see you as I feel you
tighten around me.”  Then he swore softly.  Leaning off the bed, he
fumbled through his pants and then returned to lean back over her, placing the
small foil packet next to him.  He grinned.  “I almost forgot.”
    She met his eyes.  “I’ve
never done this.”  It was a confession she’d dreaded.
    “What?” his movements
stopped.
    “I’ve never done this,” she
repeated, her timid voice quaking with emotion.
    He pulled back from
her.  “You’re a virgin?”  He couldn’t remember being so
shocked.  Mesa wasn’t a kid anymore.  To his thinking, he’d never met
any woman beyond twenty that was still a virgin.
    She nodded, “but please don’t
stop, Rafe.  I want you.  I want what is happening here.”
    He couldn’t believe what he
was hearing.  “Mesa, how could that… how…”
    Her hand slipped down his
body, onto his buttocks, she pulled him toward her while pushing her hips up
toward him.  “I want you,” she whispered.  “You feel so good.”
    His resistance melted. 
“It’s going to hurt you a little, and I can’t prevent it.”  He allowed her
to pull him against her, feeling her wetness easing his entry.  He pushed
a little and her hips lifted urging him deeper.
    “That feels so good,” she
groaned.
    Rafe was beyond
thought.  This was instinct, pure primordial instinct.
    And then he felt the taut
skin that held him back, effectively blocking his complete entry into her
body.  He dropped his head and kissed her deeply and with one hand reached
down to massage the sensitive nub of nerves pressed against his turgid
flesh.  He withdrew slightly then pressed in harder and gasped when