“Are you saying that because you lost your hard-on or because you again don’t want to rush me?”

They both glanced down at his crotch.

“So you’re worrying about rushing me.”

“I just want you to be sure.”

Frustrated, Sissy sat up and quickly straddled his waist. She grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt and yanked him up until their faces were mere inches apart.

“You know what I want, Mitchell?” And before he could answer, “To get laid. Preferably by you. If I weren’t sure, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be on your lap with a wet, unfulfilled pussy, and you wouldn’t have a healthy length of lead pipe in your pants. So stop being a tease, get your pants off, and give it up before I get testy.”

Mitch gazed at her face. “I am so turned on right now.”

Sissy leered at the cat, her ass rubbing against his denim-covered cock. “Well, all right then.”

He thought after that speech, Sissy would jump him. She didn’t. Instead, she stroked his cheeks, his neck, the whole time watching his face. Mitch truly liked Sissy. Liked the way she didn’t shy away from anything or anyone. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it. Christ knew, he liked that in a woman.

Sitting on his lap, Sissy gazed down at him. She pushed his hair out of his face and said, “Lord, all this hair.”

“Hey,” he corrected, “this is not merely hair. This is my mighty tawny mane. It’s a sign of my overwhelming manliness.”

“More like your overwhelming bullshit.”

He grinned. “That, too.”

Sissy motioned him forward. “Sit up a bit.”

He did, and Sissy grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head. She flung the blue T-shirt behind her and ran her hands down his chest.

“Lord, Mitch. You’ve filled in real nice since you’ve been eating all my—and the town’s—food.”

Mitch stroked his hand across Sissy’s cheek. “Your fault. No one told you to cook so well.”

“I’m just glad something has come out of feeding you.” Her hands caressed his shoulders, his neck until they slid into his hair. She gripped handfuls, pulling his head back and leaning up so she could look him in the eye. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

Damn. Really, just…damn.

Mitch kissed Sissy, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, reveling in the delicious taste of her. His hands slid down her back until he could grip her ass cheeks, holding her tight until his need to see her naked took complete control. Grasping her T-shirt, Mitch tugged it over her head, tossing it on the floor behind her.

She wore a black bikini bathing top under her T-shirt, the strings hanging down past her shoulders. He wrapped one of the dangling ends around each forefinger and tugged until they pulled loose and separated at theback of her neck. He lowered his hands, the strings still on his fingers, and watched as the top followed.

Sissy, not remotely shy or insecure, kept her hands at her sides while he looked his fill. Her breasts were full but not huge, her light brown nipples already hard and eager. She had several faint scars across her chest and a more recent one near her collarbone. Mitch ran his finger across the scars, immediately noting Sissy’s confused expression when he didn’t go right for her breasts.

“What?”

Sissy grabbed his hands and slammed them against her breasts. “Get to work, hoss. I ain’t got all day.”

Mitch pulled his hands back. “Don’t rush me. Until I’m done, these are my breasts to entertain myself with. You just sit there and enjoy basking in the sunshine of me.”

Sissy was seconds from telling Mitch what he could do with his “basking” when he leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around her left breast. She gasped, shocked at the amount of pleasure that shot through her system. His mouth was hot and his tongue…talented.

Wrapping her hands around his head, her eyes tightly shut, she held him close against her. He sucked, hard, and Sissy’s pussy clenched in time to the tugs.

She let out a low groan. “I can’t wait any longer,” she whispered.

He pulled back and pushed her off his lap. “Get the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered before he jumped up and ran out of the room and up the stairs.

Assuming he’d return, Sissy kicked her shorts across the room and untied the back of her bikini top so she could finish taking it off.

By the time she dropped it to the floor, Mitch came charging down the stairs, tripping and sliding past the family room entry-way, sliding back and into the family room. He slid to a stop in front of her, tossing a handful of condoms over his shoulder onto the couch.

“Where did those come from?”

“Your parents’ stash—”

Sissy held her hand up. “I don’t want another word.”

“You’re still not naked,” he told her.

“You’re never consistent. Either I’m going too slow or too fast.”

“Whatever.” Mitch pushed her back a bit and dropped to his knees in front of her. He took hold of her bikini bottoms and jerked them down her legs. “Step.” She stepped out of them, and he flung them over his shoulder.

“Back in a minute,” he said before burying his face against her pussy.

She laughed and gasped again as his tongue swiped against her already wet slit, his hands pushing her thighs apart so he could get in closer.

The legendary lion tongue. Used the way the Lord intended, it could remove flesh from bone. Used another way, it had Sissy squirming and not sure she could stay on her feet much longer.