Page 75 of Pink and Country

My dick saluted the gesture, pushing against the zipper of my faded dark denims.

“I know I did, but there’s something I need to do first. Come with me.” I reached for her hand and tugged until April got up. She dug her heels in the floor when I led the way to the staircase going to the third floor. For the first time, I noticed the deep lines around her eyes. I cupped her face with my hands and smoothed her skin with my thumbs. “I’m sorry for worrying you. My head was a mess, and I went away to clear my mind.” I swallowed hard, unable to break eye contact. “It has nothing and everything to do with you.”

“Me?” April asked, pointing her thumb to her chest, looking at me with puzzled big baby-blue eyes.

“Yeah, Fairy Girl. I don’t possess the strength in me to resist you.”

“I— You— Wait, what?”

I nodded, unable to look away, whirling in her lavender scent, her energy, her beauty.

“Nashville was a mistake.”

April stepped back, shrugging from my grip, her face a roadmap of pain and confusion.

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like this. April, I regret pushing you away. That’s the mistake I’m talking about.”

“And now?” she asked, her voice lowered, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes fixed on mine, glistening and a shade darker.

“I ran away because I was scared. But I failed at staying away. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to resist you. Just the thought of you leaving and I became a nutcase.” April’s bottom lip shuddered, and I smoothed its length with my thumb. Her eyes drew me in, pleading with me to kiss her. My thumb lingered on her lip, and April sucked my finger in her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. My cock lengthened, pulsing to be freed.

This time I wouldn’t fight the attraction. I’d dive into it headfirst. Or rather dick first. My ache for the girl standing before me took over, and I wouldn’t stop cherishing her until we’d be both breathless and satisfied.

My hands found April’s hips, and I lifted her in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Our eyes locked, and we exchanged so much without speaking a single word. With my fingers digging in her ass cheeks and April attached to me monkey-style, I climbed the stairs, my mouth fused to hers, our tongues dancing together. Heat rolled down my spine. Blood left my brain and pooled down in my groin.

With April’s back pressed against my bedroom wall, I sucked on her tongue like a madman. She tasted the same way I remembered, mint and summer. She stole my breath away as I ground my hips against her pussy through the fabric of our pants. Pixie writhed under my touch, her hands traveling all over the planes of my abs, my chest, my arms, and my face. She devoured me like someone had deprived her of food for days. Did she starve when I ran away? She was a grown-up woman, who knew how to feed herself. Fairy’s erect nipples pushed through her bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. I lost contact with reality; my entire body consumed by her.

I lifted both our shirts over our heads as if they burned our skin.

April whispered between kisses, “What took you so long?”

I groaned in response. My two hands weren’t enough to touch her everywhere I craved. With a hold on her, I stepped back until the back of my legs crashed into the bed frame. My hand curled on April’s nape, my fingers tangled in her pale-pink hair, guiding her mouth to mine.

In a swift motion, I flipped April over, and her back landed on the mattress with a soft thump. She writhed under me some more, tugging at all my willpower.

“I’ll fuck your brains out, Pixie.”

“Why don’t you already?” That was all the encouragement I needed.

April’s eyes glazed over, and her teeth nibbled on her reddened bottom lip.

I leaned over her, and her hands traveled to my waistband to free my cock. I growled. Her eyes flared at the sight of my length. She licked her lips in a slow, mesmerizing motion that shattered everything inside me. My restraints, my sanity, the knots holding hostage my heart. My chest lightened; I could breathe easier even when I couldn’t take a complete breath in my desire for her. The beating of our hearts was all I could hear. April curled her fingers around me and stroked my cock painfully slow, teasing me and increasing my arousal. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, and she rubbed her thumb over it until my body shook with tremors. My breath caught in my lungs, and I tried to swallow, my mouth as dry as sand.

I ripped the rest of her clothes from her body, unable to wait any longer, throwing the pieces of clothing all over the room. I kicked off my shoes and my denims next. For a few seconds, we both admired each other’s nakedness, our chests rising in quick successions, panting with desire and lust.

Burning and aching for this woman, I dipped a finger into her warmth, sliding in and out her tight walls. April’s moans mixed with my harsh breathing. Top chart-worthy symphony. Soaked, my digits spread her arousal all over her folds.

“How did I fight this for so long?” I dropped a kiss on her parted lips, swollen and luscious. Soft whimpers escaped them, making me harder and thicker. I swallowed them all, gobbling her mouth. The hair on my arms stood on end. I grabbed a handful of April’s hair and fused our mouths together again and again. Warmth spread throughout my body.

I’d record an entire album of April’s whimpers and loud pleas if she’d let me. She rubbed herself against my hand, chasing her own pleasure. So fucking hot.

“Oh God, you’re killing me. Spread your legs.”

My hand cupped April’s cheek, and she sucked my thumb in her mouth. I fisted my jittery cock and stroked it to release some tension. Fuck, it’s been too long. April opened her legs wider, dropping her knees even more on either side of me.

My mouth traveled from her chin to her navel, my lips and tongue cherishing her skin, kissing my way down. I wandered lower, skimming her clit with the tip of my tongue. April’s body quivered, and her hips bucked off the mattress for a second, pushing against my mouth, increasing the friction between us, begging my mouth to relieve her.

I laved her center with my tongue, and when she rolled her hips forward for more, I ventured lower, sucking and teasing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. April tasted like summer rain. Sweet and addictive. She lifted her hips and fisted my hair, trying to get my mouth back between her legs. I focused on her thighs, leaving kissing trails down to her knees.