“Of course,” I said, dropping my lips to her skin again. “I should have told you to put on some pants.” I remember how terrible I felt that day. I was only fifteen and thought surely she’d never speak to me again. I was showing off, taking her a little too fast around the curves. I was lucky that burn from the motor was all that happened. My stupid teenage hormones and pride had gotten the best of me. She’d tried to play it off and act cool—fighting back the tears and a scream when we stopped to assess the damage. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I’d do it all over again,” she said. “Reminds me of you every time I look at it.”
“I felt like a complete jackass that day,” I said with a chuckle as I moved up her body.
“I think I fell in love with you that day.” She smiled down at me. “You were so worried about me.” I had been worried. I’d hauled her back to my dad’s truck and pulled out a first aid kit like my life depended on it.
“I never want to see you hurt,” I confessed. That day was the day I realized how important she was to me. “I loved you long before that. First day I saw you.” Maybe even before that. As soon as I started noticing girls, I’d been dreaming up Nora Bennett. She might not have known it, but I was elated when my brother invited her over per my request. Hoyt always was the best wingman. I was an idiot to think that I could ever live without her.
I trailed my tongue up her body before taking the peak of her breast into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her nipple. Her back arched and her hands grabbed onto my arms as she begged for more.
“Yes, Reid!” Her fingers dug into my biceps as my mouth continued to work over the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen or had the pleasure of touching. Hearing my name roll off of her lips had me feeling like I could do anything. A lot like when she cheered for me at a race. Her voice alone was enough to make me think I was invincible. Each and every move I made sent her writhing beneath me. She was so eager. So responsive. Exactly how I remembered. I knew each and every inch of her skin and what she needed from me.
“That feels so good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” She moaned out my name as I pressed the ridge of my hard cock against her center. I knew she was close to coming undone as I lowered myself back down her body and pressed my mouth against her. The wet heat of her * radiating through the thin material of her panties. “Take them off,” she begged, as I pressed my tongue through the fabric against her most sensitive spot. “Please.”
The grin that spread across my face as I pulled her panties down and saw her completely naked for the first time in years was matched only by what I felt when I licked down her center and tasted her. Better, sweeter, and more addicting than my memory was capable of recalling.
“So fucking sweet, baby,” I said. Her hands tangled in my hair as her legs fell to the sides and she opened up her body for me. Resting on my arms, I continued moving my tongue to alternate between lashing against her clit and delving as deep inside of her as I could. I slipped two fingers inside, her walls clenching tightly as I sucked her clit between my lips. Her body quaked as she came and the sweet sound of her ecstasy echoed in the room.
When she finished, I looked up to see my wild-eyed girl grinning down at me. Her hair a tangled mess. Her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath. I stood up and pushed my pants to the ground. Her eyes widening even more as she watched my hand stroke my length as I walked over to my suitcase to retrieve a condom. Between work and riding and chasing a girl that I thought I’d never get again, I’d barely unpacked. I was so used to living out of a suitcase that it didn’t seem abnormal.