Body Work by Bonnie Edwards Page B

wriggling as an excuse to cop a feel.
    She squealed with laughter when she felt his hand, not caring that Jason saw her tilt her face to his for a kiss. She was so open with him, so giving, so ready to show the world she was his.
    Tyce turned her into his arms, away from the stream of water, warming her with his heat.
    He wasn ’t sure if love felt like this, but if it did he wanted more.              
    With a hot sensual glance, she whispered against his ear. “Take me for a ride in your truck.”
    He decided to oblige and lifted her to drape her over his shoulder. She squealed, still dripping but the show she made of kicking and fighting didn ’t fool anyone. She loved the he-man bit and played right along.
    He walked to his truck, opened the driver ’s door and slid her into place. She scooted over to the middle, giving him just enough room to drive.
    Jason waved, laughing as Tyce drove off. “Where to?”
    “ There’s a pond next to the warehouse at the far end of the property. It’s quiet there.”
    “ And no one will see us?”
    “ Right.” She slid her hand up his thigh to his crotch, let her fingers dance.
    “ Tit for tat,” he said, and let his fingers rove in tight hot circles from her knee to her apex. She opened her legs, giving him room to comb through her curls. Lisa was slick and hot beneath his hand. “I love your skirts. Have I told you that yet?”
    “ Not in so many words.” She pointed to a bushy lane way up ahead. “Turn there,” she said on a sigh. “And hurry.”
    The truck slewed left when he tried to negotiate the turn one handed. She had his cock sprung free of his jeans. “Head down now,” he said between gritted teeth.
    She obliged and her hot mouth encased him. She kept her lips tight like her pussy and plunged downward in one long action that had him jamming his foot to the floor on the brake. The truck slammed to a halt.
    She eased back up and swirled her tongue around his thickened head. He pulsed and flexed and jutted up toward her. “Do me.”
    “ Not yet. Not ‘til we get there.”
    “ I’m there, believe me.”
    She ran one finger from the base of his cock to the tip. “You have to wait.” She cocked her head toward the right. “Behind those bushes, there’s a pond. No one will see.”
    He bumped and rumbled his pickup over the rough ground, grinding his teeth against the jarring he felt from his balls to his heart.
    He pulled up in front of the prettiest little slice of heaven he’d ever seen. One hundred yards across and twice that wide, the pond was just big enough to float a dinghy in. “If you had a rubber dinghy I’d take you out in it. Naked.”
    “ I’d like that, but I’d like this better.” She set her shoulders against the passenger door, the way she had in the Jag.
    He lifted her left leg and set her foot on the back of the seat.
    While he shucked his jeans he studied her. Spread open this way, she looked wild, wanton and wet. He saw her curls, dewy and secretive waiting for him. He combed through them again, and shook her labia gently before putting his mouth to hers.
    She sighed and lifted her damp shirt up to expose her breasts. She tugged at one nipple while reaching between his legs with her other hand. Her grip was exquisitely pleasurable, firm where he needed it, harder when she stroked. She guided him to her entrance, paused with the tip of his cock at her outer lips.
    “Love me, Tyce. Love me hard. The way you wanted to back then.”
    Needing no more encouragement, he lifted her ass and entered her in one plunge that took him in to the top. He slid in smoothly and stilled, holding onto his thin tether of control.
    “Now,” she said on a sexy purr, “do me. Hard. Make me come.” The last was said on a moan because her rolling shudders had already started.
    He spurted and spewed into her, mouth to her shoulder, too crazed to see one lone tear track down her cheek.

 
     
     
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