Sierra Seduction by Kate Richards Read Free Book Online

Funny, he’d never thought to need that information, at least not where it mattered so much. “And I might as well tell you that no fear of babies would keep me away from you.”
    “Yeah.” Her small voice gave him pause, but then she surged forward and dragged him down with her, kissing his face, his chest, and pressing him into the sleeping bag, putting her on top. “Now be good while I get to know this body again.”
    Michaela straddled his hips, her wet pussy dampening the front of his boxer-briefs, his cock cradled between her legs.
    “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
    She grinned. “Oh, I do. But we have all night, don’t we?” She wriggled and he groaned. “Sweet. Good to know I still have some super powers, Scout.”
    Always prepared. Well for most things. Lucky they didn’t need condoms.
    “You have no idea.”
    Absence had made his heart grow fonder and his dick grow harder. He drew long, slow breaths, praying for patience. He’d promised himself he’d do anything—and if that meant staying still while she ran her palms over his chest, pausing to tweak a nipple, and down his waist, he’d do it. If it killed him.
    Her lips followed her hands, giving a quick lick to the nipple on her way to his abdomen. “Gravity has been kind to you, too. Didn’t you take an office job?”
    “Yes,” he ground out between gritted teeth.
    “Well, you did something to stay in shape.”
    She dropped a series of open-mouthed kisses around his belly button and grasped his underwear then released it. He moaned.
    “Shhh, we’ll get there, I promise.”
    Bypassing his groin, where his cock bobbed beneath his briefs, trying to lure her back, she slid on her ass down his legs and ran her hands over the contours. “I wanted to feel your mountain legs. You kept hiking, all these years. Not around here, though.” Her fingers worked their way to the top of his thighs and rested there, bracketing his cock, which twitched spasmodically.
    Grab it, dammit.
    He wanted to fuck her hands, her mouth, her cunt, her ass if she’d let him. How could her touch feel so good?
    “No, mostly the Appalachian Trail, at least at first. Then some other peaks, high ones.”
    “Funny, I never thought your wife was the hiking type.”
    “Can we not talk about her?” He closed his eyes, aware only of her touch. “I went alone.”
    “I’m sorry.” Michaela’s posture changed, weight shifted. “I prefer company on the trail.”
    “Me , too.”
    “Maybe we can do a little hiking before you go back to the East Coast.”
    He parted his lips to answer, but she yanked his underwear down to his feet and off. They could talk in the morning. For now….
     
    For now, Michaela reacted instinctually. She didn’t want him to have a chance to reject her again. One night. One night and she’d be grateful, not ruin it with too much information. She didn’t know if he was there for a day or a week or a month—she only knew he was there, with her, and naked, except for socks.
    They weren’t in her way.
    His erection stood high and proud, the head swollen and bulbous and dark. She’d never examined him before. At fifty-four, she’d left timidity far behind. If this was going to be their one time, she’d not waste it.
    Gripping his cock, she gave a tentative squeeze. His groan encouraged her to go further, to glide her hand up and down and bend it back a little to meet her mouth. Val’s fingers tangled in her hair, his breathing harsh in the tent. Outside the wind soughed but inside, a perfect intimacy drew her to do what she hadn’t had the nerve to do once upon a time. Flicking her tongue on the slit, she savored the salty taste of pre-cum. Any thoughts she’d had about age affecting him were wiped away by the hardness she clutched.
    “M ickie, you don’t have to…I won’t be able to stop from coming.”
    She lifted her head. “Who asked you to?” Holding his gaze, Michaela drew him in, an inch at a time, until he butted the back