Page 28 of Keeping it Local

I hummed at him, standing there, and he trailed his big hands up my arms, down my sides and to the top of my jeans.

“This okay?”

I nodded, and he ever so slowly unbuttoned my jeans, letting them hang open as he leaned in to nip at the top of my black underwear. My skin prickled everywhere as he pushed my pants down my legs, running his calloused hands down the back of my thighs and guiding me to sit on the swing. As soon as I sat down, his weight lifted, and he was between my legs looking up at me.

Everything in me was hot, and I was incredibly aware that my wetness was starting to soak my cotton underwear.

“Lean back,” he said gruffly.

He pulled off my jeans, and after wrapping his arms around my thighs, pulled me to the edge of the swing in one quick movement.

“That’s better.” He ran his hands over my thighs, massaging them but moving ever so slowly.

He leaned in, kissing me on my thigh, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him up and into me. I moaned into his neck, running my fingertips along his hairline.

“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Okay,” I whispered, already feeling my senses heightened.

He leaned down again, spreading my legs, giving open-mouth kisses and running his tongue along my inner thighs. His fingers barely grazed me, running up to my covered pussy, before running over the soaked cotton.

“I love this.” He kissed me right there.

I couldn’t help but push myself into his face.

Hooking his fingers in the top of my panties, he slowly worked them down, over my legs, and when he took them off, he grabbed them in one hand, putting them in his pocket. “For later.”

I was fully exposed, and my wetness dripped onto the swing below me, not caring that he was kneeling in front of me, fully dressed.

A second later, he ran his tongue through my whole slit, lapping up everything that dripped, and I moaned, pushing myself into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”

He guided my hands to his hair, and I couldn’t help but grab on to him as he took his time exploring all my folds, spending extra time on my clit.

My head fell back, lolling to the side, not comprehending how good this could feel. I was angry at myself for letting it take so long and at the same time wanting to savor every moment.

I couldn’t get out any words, but hopefully, he could tell I was enjoying it by my moans and the hip-circling I was doing, leaving my wetness all over his face.

He put a finger in, then another, and I arched off the swing.

“Fuck,” I groaned, tensing up.

He didn’t say anything, just kept pumping me and sucking on me, the warmth spreading throughout my body.

And that’s when it hit.

I tensed up around him, holding his head to my pussy as I bucked against him, my body angrily coming after having gone so long without an orgasm. I don’t know how long it went on for, but when I looked down, I realized he seemed to enjoy every moment. Because when he finally pulled back, and I saw my juices all over his bearded face, he looked me in the eye and flattened his tongue, cleaning me up one last time before kissing me on my clit.

I was a goner.

The next morning, I laid in bed, listening to Megan rummaging around in the kitchen while making breakfast. Oddly, I didn’t have a headache from the one too many beers I’d consumed last night, but my heartbeat picked up just thinking about Johnny kneeling between my open legs. I groaned, kicking out and covering my face with a pillow, silently squealing.

I couldn’t help the smile that felt like it was plastered on. My feet hit the cold wooden floor, and I trudged out to see Megan in the kitchen.

“Well, hello there, lady.” She gave me a cheshire grin. “I didn’t hear you come back last night. Wasn’t really sure you were in your room.”

“Oh, I was in there.” I pulled out a stool and took a seat, watching her make her famous French toast.