swirled his tongue to ease the slight sting.
With her palms flattened against his shoulders, she pushed down as he thrust up. Buck squeezed her buttocks with each downward stroke then allowed her set the rhythm once she was fully seated.
Bonnie closed her eyes, savoring the sensual slide of their intimate joining. Safe. Secure. Home. Hers. Each slap of flesh on flesh left her body tingling and fighting for release. His arms tightened around her as his lips drifted from her mouth to her breasts and all points in between. She rolled her hips as he squeezed and slapped her ass. She just wanted this moment to last forever, but the first ripple of her orgasm teased, built in intensity before crashing over her and dragging her under in a tsunami of ecstasy.
Her vaginal muscles massaged the hard cock moving within her depths. Buck fingers tightened at her hips, his nails biting into her soft flesh as he came in long ropey spurts.He dropped her head to his shoulder as he lowered them to the floor. She held him tight as her body shivered with tiny aftershocks.
“Totally incredible,” she muttered once she caught her breath.
“The next time will be better, I promise.”
She chuckled. “I don’t know where you went wrong, but my toes have yet to uncurl.”
With little effort he stood and cradled her in his arms. “Then by all means let’s see what we can do to keep them curled.”
Chapter Seven
Buck covered Bonnie’s eyes with both hands as he guided her onto the sidewalk. She grasped his wrists. Sunlight glinted off their bands as they paused. He drifted a gaze down her body, enjoying the way the cream halter-dress cupped her breasts and nipped in her waist before the full skirt skimmed her hips and billowed around her knees. She was simply breathtaking.
“Is this really necessary? First the blindfold and now this?”
“It’s very necessary. Just wait until tonight and I’ll show you something else we can do with the blindfold,” he whispered close to her ear. At her sharp intake of breath he grinned. “So behave dear wife.”
“I like how that sounds.”
“Don’t make me regret getting you two back together,” Dexter called from the porch.
“Mind your business.”
“You’re in public,” he reminded them.
“Keep an open mind.” He lowered his hands and waited while she shoved her the bandana onto the top of her head.
She stared at the single story sprawling duplex a moment, then faced him. “Okay. What am I keeping an open mind about?”
Buck held up a key. “It’s yours. Well ours. It needs a few things before we can move in, but you can pick out furniture and paint colors.”
Her eyes widened and filled with tears. “You bought me a house?”
He pressed his palm to the satiny softness of her cheek. “Yes.”
She launched herself at him, tossing her arms around his neck. He caught her and held her close as hot tears dampened his skin.
“Did I do something wrong?”
She moved her head back and forth on his shoulder. “No.”
“I always said I’d take care of you, sassy and I meant it.” He stroked the curve of her spine as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She pressed her mouth to his in exuberant kisses.
“For goodness sake’s you’re wearing a dress,” Dexter said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“A dress I can’t wait to take off of you after we tour the house,” Buck whispered in Bonnie’s ear. Already the heat of her thighs and her own special scent wrapped around him and hardened his groin further. If only her brother wasn’t here.
“This place is really mine—ours?”
He carried her over the lawn, up the porch and across the threshold. Even then he was reluctant to lower her to her feet. “Yes, this place is really ours.”
“What about your apartment?”
“The lease is up in a couple of months. Dex assured me our place will be done before then.” Buck clasped her hand as they walked through the foyer and stopped in the living room.
With her palms flattened against his shoulders, she pushed down as he thrust up. Buck squeezed her buttocks with each downward stroke then allowed her set the rhythm once she was fully seated.
Bonnie closed her eyes, savoring the sensual slide of their intimate joining. Safe. Secure. Home. Hers. Each slap of flesh on flesh left her body tingling and fighting for release. His arms tightened around her as his lips drifted from her mouth to her breasts and all points in between. She rolled her hips as he squeezed and slapped her ass. She just wanted this moment to last forever, but the first ripple of her orgasm teased, built in intensity before crashing over her and dragging her under in a tsunami of ecstasy.
Her vaginal muscles massaged the hard cock moving within her depths. Buck fingers tightened at her hips, his nails biting into her soft flesh as he came in long ropey spurts.He dropped her head to his shoulder as he lowered them to the floor. She held him tight as her body shivered with tiny aftershocks.
“Totally incredible,” she muttered once she caught her breath.
“The next time will be better, I promise.”
She chuckled. “I don’t know where you went wrong, but my toes have yet to uncurl.”
With little effort he stood and cradled her in his arms. “Then by all means let’s see what we can do to keep them curled.”
Chapter Seven
Buck covered Bonnie’s eyes with both hands as he guided her onto the sidewalk. She grasped his wrists. Sunlight glinted off their bands as they paused. He drifted a gaze down her body, enjoying the way the cream halter-dress cupped her breasts and nipped in her waist before the full skirt skimmed her hips and billowed around her knees. She was simply breathtaking.
“Is this really necessary? First the blindfold and now this?”
“It’s very necessary. Just wait until tonight and I’ll show you something else we can do with the blindfold,” he whispered close to her ear. At her sharp intake of breath he grinned. “So behave dear wife.”
“I like how that sounds.”
“Don’t make me regret getting you two back together,” Dexter called from the porch.
“Mind your business.”
“You’re in public,” he reminded them.
“Keep an open mind.” He lowered his hands and waited while she shoved her the bandana onto the top of her head.
She stared at the single story sprawling duplex a moment, then faced him. “Okay. What am I keeping an open mind about?”
Buck held up a key. “It’s yours. Well ours. It needs a few things before we can move in, but you can pick out furniture and paint colors.”
Her eyes widened and filled with tears. “You bought me a house?”
He pressed his palm to the satiny softness of her cheek. “Yes.”
She launched herself at him, tossing her arms around his neck. He caught her and held her close as hot tears dampened his skin.
“Did I do something wrong?”
She moved her head back and forth on his shoulder. “No.”
“I always said I’d take care of you, sassy and I meant it.” He stroked the curve of her spine as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She pressed her mouth to his in exuberant kisses.
“For goodness sake’s you’re wearing a dress,” Dexter said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“A dress I can’t wait to take off of you after we tour the house,” Buck whispered in Bonnie’s ear. Already the heat of her thighs and her own special scent wrapped around him and hardened his groin further. If only her brother wasn’t here.
“This place is really mine—ours?”
He carried her over the lawn, up the porch and across the threshold. Even then he was reluctant to lower her to her feet. “Yes, this place is really ours.”
“What about your apartment?”
“The lease is up in a couple of months. Dex assured me our place will be done before then.” Buck clasped her hand as they walked through the foyer and stopped in the living room.
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