Ride to Restoration (Ride Series Book 2) by DJ Wilson Page B

heard that before and know what to
say before he leaves the bed, distracted. “ I
have, so we ’ re good. Raise up a little, D, so I
can slide my other arm under you. You know what they say, two hands are better
than one, when we ’ re trying to make your little puppy
come alive. ”
    “ I ’ m not sure, I ’ ve heard it quite that way
before, girlfriend, but knock yourself out. ”
    “ I plan to, D, ” I whispered, as my breasts made circles on his back, while
my fingers massaged both appendages hanging from his body.
    Pressing
tightly into me, Vic inadvertently discovered my Achilles ’ Heel, my oh so sensitive neck. The moment she started
biting and kissing my neck and ears I expertly rose to the occasion.
    What
a pleasant surprise . “ That
works. Mental note, neck and ears, hard in one. ”
    “ What ’ d you say, girlfriend? ”
    “ Never mind, I ’ ve got this. ” Pulling him over onto his back, we kissed, my hands
continuing to massage. “ My turn. ” Straddling
his legs, I eased down to his shaft, lubricating it with my saliva in the
process. Replicating Candi ’ s performance perfectly. I pushed my breasts together and
sleeved him, teasing him with my tongue on each up stroke. “ Give me your hands, D. Hold
me in place while I lift your hips to meet me. Excellent. You ’ re not going to come; you ’ re not going to come. Keep
telling yourself that. I have other plans for you. ”
    Trying
to be a good student, each time I was ready to explode, I reluctantly backed
down where her hand was at the ready to clamp down on me. Through Vic ’ s nonverbal communication
skills the definition of eternity took on a whole new meaning. After what
seemed like the tenth time, Vic relinquished her grip and replaced it with a
slightly tighter and wetter one. “ It ’ s all you, baby. Let ’ s ride! ”
    Ha!
My body said yes, but my mind kept saying no. I rocked and she moved to my rhythm, minute after minute,
until glistening beads of sweat formed across her brow calling on me to invoke
desperate measures. “ Roll on your back, please. ” Taking this new position gave me sufficient leverage to
drive deeply and forcefully, establishing a new rhythm I could use to my
advantage. “ Dig your fingernails into my back, Victoria, do it now! ” Pulling her legs down on each side of me created a vice,
which, when coupled with the pain of her nails in my back, took me where we
both wanted me to go, to the land of knee wobble. Stream after stream erupted
inside her until it was my turn to experience the involuntarily muscle loss in
my knees. Licking the salty sweat from her forehead, I collapsed on top of her
daring myself to move.
    “ Are you OK, D? ” I asked, just to be sure before pushing him off my chest to
breathe.
    “ I am better now, thank you. I believe we have moved from
the superficial to the sublime in our rapidly ever expanding relationship. ”
    “ Vic, I never did get a chance to ask you how your soak and
rub was yesterday with all the wrestling that ’ s been going on here lately.
Did you enjoy it? ”
    “ It was wonderful, D. They have a stone massage that I want
to try if I ever have a chance to come back here. ”
    “ Thanks to your semi-iron butt and bladder we made great
time yesterday. Would you like to hang out here another day? I ’ ve heard there are some
touristy places that might be fun to visit. ”
    “ Sure, like what? ”
    “ The Tunnels of Moose Jaw — some venue that played a part in Prohibition back in the
twenties. Rumor has it Al Capone stored liquor here at one time. ”
    “ The mobster? ”
    “ Yep. ”
    “ You just can ’ t get away from it, can you, D? ” What does Candi have that I don ’ t?
    “ Their influence throughout history is everywhere, Vic, from
Sinatra to Capone and who knows what else we ’ ll find on this ride. ”
    “ I wasn ’ t talking about that. I was talking about you and Candi.
Whatever you had with her, you still have it bad for her. Even