Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas - Volume 2 by Keri Ford

than it’d ever been before. He tightened his hold on the water hose. “I’m not touching you until we’re in my room.”
    And that was the wrong thing to say. The wrong damn thing to say by the arch of her brow and her tongue stroking over her smirking lips. “That a promise, Chief?”
    He swallowed. “Man of my word.”
    And with that, she turned her back on him again and washed shampoo into her hair. And washed. And scrubbed. And kept her hands to herself while his cock was aching, clenched in pain for her to do something. Touch as she’d hinted.
    She tilted her head back, forcing her back to arch and ass to come close to him. To come so close again. All he needed to do was thrust his hips half an inch and feel a bit of sweet relief against her slick skin, but he held true to his word and didn’t budge.
    She finger combed through her long hair under the stream. “What are you thinking about?”
    “Nothing.”
    She straightened and looked over her shoulder, confusion marred her face. “Nothing?”
    He couldn’t look at her. He looked at the water hose he held over her head. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off if he looked. “Nothing. I’m thinking of nothing. If I think of something, it’s going to be of you and I’ll have to touch.”
    “I see your point. Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?”
    He should say no. To get through this no touching moment, he should say no. But like always he was an idiot around this woman. “Yes.”
    “I’m wondering what your cock on my lips would feel like. How long I could take you with my mouth before you gave up and touched.”
    “You could al—” his voice hitched and he cleared out the clog. “You could always find out.”
    The corner of her lips tipped up. “I could. Are you still thinking of nothing?”
    “God no.”
    “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
    He glanced at her, but then immediately back up and tried focusing on this one brick on the wall. “Of you on your knees in front of me.”
    “Like this?”
    He was forced to pull his gaze from the wall to look down and see she’d thrown one of the folded towels on the concrete patio and was kneeling on it in front of him. She was standing up on her knees. Her face up turned to him, her little nose and succulent lips a lick away from the head of his cock. “Yes.”
    Still she didn’t move. “Anything else?”
    “Are you done showering yet?”
    “Nope. I still need to condition my hair. Is that what you’re thinking about now? Me finishing my shower?”
    “No. I’m thinking of you opening your mouth and licking my cock.”
    And she did it. Her smooth tongue stroked over his sensitive tip, lapping up the bead of liquid that had began to escape in desperate pleading for more. He saw stars. He was pretty sure it was stars. Or he blacked out. He was fighting for balance and voice, because God he needed to find his voice to keep talking or else she might stop. “I’m thinking of your lips parting and you taking me in and sucking.”
    And she did.
    The heat of her mouth surrounded him and he dropped his head back, staring at the porch roof, but not hardly having clear enough vision to actually see it. She took him no further, and he forced his hips still, trying to maintain no touching, not forcing. He pulled a breath out the pit of his stomach and forced a single word. “Deeper.”
    The ceiling above him was gone. There was just her before him, her mouth surrounding him in wet sucking heat, pulling him in deeper. His short nails were cutting into his palms and he put his hands at his back and wrapped the garden hose best he could around his wrists to keep his hands to himself.
    She pulled off him, slowly, continually sucking as she released his cock from her mouth. “Mike?”
    He looked down to find her staring up at him. She held his gaze and leaned forward, drawing him in her mouth, making him watch as his shaft pressed between her stretched lips. Her fingers lifted and wrapped