Rural Romance by Alexa Riley

Chapter Four

Chapter 4 Wess

“In the library, with the candlestick, Miss Scarlet,” I say, narrowing my eyes at Shelly.

We’re on the floor in the living room, stretched out on either side of the game board, drinking beers. When we got back to the house she kicked off her combat boots, and we piled up pillows next to the fire. It’s late, probably close to midnight, but we’ve been laughing and listening to music while we play game after game.

Her mouth pops open in surprise as I reach for the little yellow envelope in the middle of the game board.

“No!” Shelly squeals as she dives across the floor to get it before I do. “It’s Professor Plum in the kitchen!”

“You cheated.” I gasp in mock accusation as I hold the envelope higher so she can’t get to it.

“If you’re not cheating you don’t want to win!” Her squeal is even louder this time as she falls on top of me and I begin to tickle her side. “No fair, you can’t use your hands against me.”

Without thinking, I roll us over so she’s under me and put my mouth to her neck. I blow a raspberry against her skin, and she laughs so hard she loses her breath. It makes me laugh too, and I look down at her in a fit of giggles.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her dark hair is down and fanned out around her. She’s flushed with happiness, and her tank top has ridden up to reveal her soft belly. With the tip of my index finger I trace the edge of her shirt and the skin there. Her laughter begins to slowly fade as she opens her eyes and looks up at me. The look she had earlier is there once again, and this time, I’m not going to let it pass.

“Westley?” she asks softly as her hands come up and rest on my biceps.

“Yeah, baby?” My voice is husky as I lean down closer.

“You were not what I was expecting,” she admits and swallows hard.

“That makes two of us.” My lips are close to hers as I settle my weight down on top of her body. “You’ve knocked me flat on my ass, Shelly.”

“Is that a good thing?” She raises her chin, and I feel the barest brush of her lips.

“Even before I met you today, you're the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Without another word, I close the distance between our mouths and feel her soft, full lips against mine. She parts them quickly, with no teasing or hesitation. My tongue slides in, and I feel the soft, wet heat of hers against it. She’s stroking me back as she spreads her legs, and I feel the heat of her on me.

Fuck, she tastes good. Like homemade love and summer nights catching fireflies. The connection I have with her is unlike anything I’ve felt before, and it’s like my whole journey has been to find her. She fits perfectly in my arms, against my body, and inside my heart.

This kiss doesn’t feel like the first time. It feels like we’re finally back together again after a long separation. There’s nothing awkward or new to figure out, only need and desire that’s as old as time.

My lips move to her chin and then down her neck as I kiss my way to the top of her tank. “Take this off,” I demand, my voice low and gravelly.

She yanks it off in one smooth motion, revealing a cotton bra with cups that are thin and soft. I graze my knuckle over the material and see her nipple peak under it. I lean forward and cover the cotton with my mouth, licking over her nipple and soaking the material. Her nipple is hard against my tongue, and I graze my teeth over it. When I look down at what I’ve done I can see the pink through the cotton, and my cock throbs. Licking my lips, I go to the other one and do the same while I pinch the one that’s wet.

“Oh shit, Westley.” Shelly arches her back and runs her fingers through my hair as she pulls me closer.

“More,” I demand, and her fingers pull harder. “Just like that, baby. Let me know you’re with me.”

Pulling down the cups of her bra, I blow across the tight buds and watch them pucker. I growl as I bury my face between them and then suck on the tender flesh underneath. She’s so fucking soft and perfect that I can’t keep my mouth off of her for more than a second.

My fingers find the clasp to her bra, and I tear it off of her as she moans louder. I need skin on skin, and I need it now.

As I move lower, I feel her tug on my shirt. “Off,” she breathes, and I let her take it from me.

Her hands are all over my back and arms as I kiss my way down her stomach and to her jean shorts. I bite the soft roll below her belly button as I unbutton her jeans. When I look up at her, her eyes are hooded as she watches my every move.

“This okay?” I ask, and she nods quickly, not wanting me to stop.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I kiss her soft belly once again. Then she lifts her hips as I remove her shorts and panties at the same time. Her knees automatically fall open, revealing her smooth cunt already slick with need.

“Fuck yes.” I lick my lips before I hungrily fall onto her wet folds.

“Oh shit, Westley.” She tries to wiggle from me, but my grip on her thighs is tight. “Fuck, I’m going to—oh god, it’s too good.”

I take my mouth away from her sweet little cunt and grin up at her. “I think that’s kind of the point, baby.”

“Why are you stopping!?” Her eyes are wide with alarm, and she pushes my face back between her legs.

My chuckle is low as I lick over her clit. “Yes, ma’am.”

She relaxes completely into the floor as I eat her pussy up. She’s wet and greedy. I slide two fingers inside and curl them up toward her G-spot. It’s not long before her orgasm is right at the edge and she’s pushing against my mouth.

“That’s it, don’t stop, Westley!” My name is the crescendo to her pleasure, and she climaxes against my tongue.

She’s so fucking sweet as I lick her slowly, drawing out every bit of the pleasure. I want all she has to give and then some. I’m not sure what’s making me so damn possessive, but I can’t control it.

After she’s completely spent, I slide my fingers out of her and lick them clean. Fuck, she’s even sweeter inside. Sitting up, I look down at her body that’s flushed and sated. Her orgasm has wrecked her, but I’m surprised to still see a spark of need in her eyes.

“My turn,” she says, reaching for my jeans.