Page 25 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

Fuck! He sure does have magic fingers. As they circle my

clit, I reach behind me and stroke him through his boxers. He moans, burying

his face in my neck. I’d be crumbling beneath his neck kisses if his fingers

weren’t already driving me to distraction.

“You smell divine,” he mutters.

I do? I can’t even remember if I used perfume. His erection

swells beneath my fingers, and I bite back a moan. The sheriff has quite a

pistol; it’s time to see if he knows how to use it. I turn to face him and pull

his head down to mine. When I wrap my legs around him, he slides his hand back

into my panties. This time, he slips his middle finger inside me. A gasp

escapes my lips, and I clutch his shoulders tightly.

“Casey….”

I fist my hands in his hair as his tongue explores my mouth.

He sets a rhythm, his finger moving in and out. I pull his head back and trail

my lips down his neck. Another finger joins the one already inside me, and he

lets out a low, animalistic growl. I grind on his fingers, feeling like there’s

lava flowing in my veins. Trying to free his dick, I push frantically at his

boxers, trying to work them down with my thighs.

“Wait… I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready. I’m ready!”

“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please,” I beg.

He grabs my waist, lifts me out of the water, and sets me on

the edge of the pool. As his fingers curl into the waistband of my panties, I

place my feet on his shoulders as leverage. I raise my hips off the ground, and

he removes my underwear, tossing it aside. With a smirk, he trails a finger

down the strip of hair on my mound.

“I see you’re a natural redhead.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Move closer.”

I slide to the very edge of the pool, and he wraps my legs

around his neck. Breathing heavily, I watch as he leans in. I moan as he buries

his face in my pussy, inhaling deeply. He whispers something, but I can’t make

out what it is. After trailing his tongue along my lips, he concentrates on my aching

clit.

“Oh, God!” I cry out.

I grab a handful of his hair as his tongue swirls, making

figure eights. Moving back to my clit, he closes his lips around it and sucks

on it like a cherry Blow Pop, his hand sliding up my stomach to cup my breast.

I arch my back, thrusting it toward him as he twirls my nipple between his

fingers. I won’t last much longer if he keeps this up. Pulling back, he lightly

blows on my clit, making my entire body shiver. My thighs tremble from the

pleasure as he flails his tongue against it.

“Fuck… Yes!”

He raises his head and looks up at me, lips glistening wet. “Do

you know how delicious you are?”

“Don’t stop!”

With a smirk, he lowers his head once more. The moment his

tongue touches my clit, pleasure grips my body, rendering me motionless.

“Oh, my God. I’m coming!”

He thrusts his finger inside me as the convulsions take over,

flicking his tongue relentlessly. I tighten my legs around his neck, crying out

at the intensity. My body is a slave to his gifted tongue, and the world goes

dark as my soul reaches for the heavens.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Yes… Yes… Yours!”

I fall back onto the concrete panting for breath. That was…

Wow! That had to be at least a 9.0 on the Richter scale.

“That’s not my name.”

Huh? Sitting up, I look down at him with furrowed

brows.

“My name is not God,” he clarifies.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he pulls me back into

the pool.

“Well, maybe you should consider changing it, Sheriff

because that was heavenly.”