SHELTER - 4 PLAY
Standard disclaimer - I own nothing from "In The Heat of The Night" and am making no profit from this work of fiction.
Our couple cannot spend their days in bed - well, they could but that much smut is hard to write. Everyone needs a little break to prevent chaffing.
ITHOTN
Something was very different this morning. His sleep-addled brain was still trying to identify what it was when he felt soft skin under his hand. Things became clearer as he remembered the night before and realized who the woman lying next to him was. Bubba smiled while thinking about how responsive she had been. Their last coupling before going to sleep had resulted in at least three orgasms for her, the last one bringing him to completion too. He had not slept so soundly in ages.
"Are you trying to wear me out, Captain?" Adair asked quietly as her hips ground back against his morning erection.
"No ma'am. Just enjoyin' feel of a beautiful woman in my arms." Bubba kissed her shoulder and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her closer. "Mornin' hon."
"Good morning to you." One of her hands reached back and rubbed his cheek. She stretched a bit and let out a groan. "I used muscles last night that I forgot I had." He chuckled.
"Bit sore, are ya? Sorry 'bout that." Bubba felt bad that she hurt at all.
"Don't you dare apologize. I was a willing participant. Thank you, Bubba. I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night. It was far better than I remembered."
"Agree with ya there 'bout it bein' better. Thank you, Adair. Can't 'member when I done it so many times in one night." He started kissing the back of her neck.
She gave a quick laugh. "I think last night was more times than in the final two months of my last relationship. That was at least five years ago."
Now he was curious. No wonder she had been so responsive if it had been that long since she had been with a man. "Weren't none after that?"
"Nope." Adair turned over to face him and smiled. "Only my B-O-B." His brows creased. "Battery-operated boyfriend," she explained, blushing slightly. This made him chuckle. "Do not make fun of me."
"Not makin' fun. Was thinkin' on what that'd look like - you playin' with a toy." The mere idea of it made him want to pound into her until she screamed, but she was sore and he didn't want to make it worse.
"Ever watched a lover use a dildo, Captain?" she teased. Bubba shook his head. "Have you used any bedroom toys with a partner?" Again, he answered in the negative. "Do you find the idea titillating or disgusting?"
Thinking back to his handful of previous partners, most of them were not the uninhibited type who would go along with such a thing. Oh, he thought about it down through the years, but had never been bold enough - or possibly secure enough - to suggest it.
"Might be kinda fun watchin' or helpin'," he finally admitted while hugging her tighter and putting his head next to hers. "Got any with ya?"
Adair smiled. She had felt his cock get harder when she questioned him. "I do not usually bring my toys on assignment. Going through airport security with guns is tough enough - imagine having sex toys in your carry-on on top of that." They both laughed. "I would never hear the end of it from the regular guards at Heathrow and JFK. Where is the nearest adult toy store?"
"State line. They ain't legal here." She gave him a surprised look. "Gotta go to Alabama to get any."
"I do believe I have lived in Europe and in big cities far too long. The attitudes over there about sex are very laid back - everyone does it and there are very few laws regulating things." Adair chuckled. "For all the sex used to sell everything from men's shaving cream to vitamins, this country is surprisingly puritanical."
Bubba agreed with her on many levels, but this was not the time to debate social problems. He wanted to get the day started either with sex or a shower. One hand moved down to rub her thigh. "Sorry you're sore this mornin'. Wasn't tryin' to take advantage last night."
"You are telling fibs, Captain. After admitting it had been several years since your last entanglement, you cannot tell me that a small corner of your brain was not working out ways to get as much sex in as possible while the getting was good." He started to protest and Adair put a finger against his lips. "I did not say that was a bad thing or that I was not doing the same. If I could take a hot bath this morning and soak a bit, things should be fine after breakfast."
That was a plan he could go along with. She went to the hall bathroom to soak and he took shower before starting on breakfast.
ITHOTN
"What are you going to do on your days off?" Adair asked as they finished washing the breakfast dishes.
"Nothin' much. Wash the truck, fix a few things 'round here, maybe see a movie."
"Oh, cinema! I've not seen a film in ages - what's playing?"
"Nothing new. Only get older stuff. Lonnie said Lethal Weapon was on," he told her.
"When was it, seven years ago? That is rather old." She nodded in response to the coffee pot hovering over her cup.
Bubba laughed. "Not quite that old. The third one."
"Oh. Somehow I missed the second then. Would you like some company, or do you prefer to enjoy films alone?" Adair shyly asked.
"If you like, we can go. Didn't think you'd wanna see that kinda movie."
"Let's see; guns - check, action - check, a handsome man to hold my hand - double check. Why would I turn that down?" She smiled at him and giggled when he lifted her onto the counter.
"That a yes, then? Wanna go on a date to the movies?" Bubba kissed her hand after she caressed his cheek.
"Who do you propose to chaperone this outing, sir?"
"Thought we'd go alone. Been a long while since I had a pretty girl to take to the movies an sit in the back row with," he teased.
"I am getting the idea that we are not going to watch much of the movie. Wonder what is causing that."
"Might be 'cause can't be next to you without wantin' to kiss," he responded. She leaned in and their lips met.
Things had just started to heat up when the phone rang. They both sighed. "Be right back. Don't move." Bubba went to answer it. "Skinner." There was a short pause. "Hey, Momma. What's goin' on?"
Adair quietly slid off the counter and grabbed her coffee. "Hang on a sec, Momma. Lemme get my coffee." He set the phone on the table and walked over to her. "Sorry," he whispered.
"Talk to her. I'll go outside and finish my coffee," Adair whispered back.
The day was already promising to be hot and humid, as it usually was in south Mississippi in late August. She enjoyed the quiet for a bit and watched a pair of Mourning Doves feed the chicks in their nest. The call they made was a bit different from ones in the western states, and far longer than ones on the east coast. Adair smiled, thinking it almost mirrored speech patterns of the human inhabitants of those regions.
The screen door creaked open and Bubba joined her on the loveseat. Before he could apologize again, she spoke. "Everything okay, then?"
"Yeah. Momma reminded me that I'm goin' shootin' in the morning with my brother-in-law, Jack. Don't suppose you'd wanna come along…" he trailed off.
"Well," she paused a few seconds and smiled. "I do need to sight in a few of the new guns. How many 9mm rounds do you have? I only have about five hundred." Adair turned and smiled at his surprised look.
"Got about a hundred. Don't need much more'n that, do we?" Bubba asked.
"Depends on what you're shooting," she told him, giving him a wink and standing up. "Have you ever gotten your hands on a fully-automatic Uzi, Captain?"
His eyes closed and he sighed. He must be perverted. They were talking about guns and shooting and all he could think about was sex.
Her breath tickled his ear from behind. "All that firepower at your command - forty to fifty bullets per magazine, six hundred rounds per minute. Does the thought of that turn you on, Captain? Does it make you want to chase me inside, bend me over the side of the bed and thrust," her tongue teased his earlobe, "that erection you are now sporting into me over and over? Because I am very receptive to that idea."
Bubba stood up and was on her in a heartbeat. "Don't tempt me, woman."
"Oh, just this once, give in to temptation, my Captain." She turned and ran inside.
The sight of Adair's naked backside bent over the side of the bed greeted him as he entered the bedroom. Thankful that he'd just slid into a pair of shorts after he showered, Bubba pulled them off and knelt behind her. His large hands caressed her round bottom while his tongue teased the soft skin just above it.
"You better get out of here - my slow-walking lover is due any minute," she teased.
"Had to lock the doors," he explained.
He had never had a woman in this position before and did what any man would do; his tongue began to tease around her puckered hole. There was no concern about cleanliness, but he still expected her to tense up and move. To his surprise, she relaxed and moaned. His middle finger slid into her pussy and just a few finger curls later found her dripping wet.
Bubba stood up and lifted her hips. "Kneel up here," he said, bringing her to the perfect height on the bed. One hand stayed on her hip while the other guided his cock to tease around her opening. Still the gentleman, he hesitated a moment. "Okay?" was all he said.
"Yes please," she responded, lowering her head into the pillow she had pulled over.
He gritted his teeth as he thrust into her. He'd forgotten how good sex felt without a rubber. Maybe he needed to start using them again - if only to make things less sensitive. "Not gonna last long," he warned her as his pace slowed.
Adair's face turned. "Captain, if you don't grab my hips and fuck me as hard as you can, I'm going to kick your ass onto the floor and make you watch as I finger fuck myself to orgasm," she instructed him.
Once he was given orders, Captain Bubba Skinner always followed them. That certainly was the case now. His hands spanned the globes of her ass as he held her hips while he drove his hard cock into her. His right hand slipped a few inches and his thumb grazed across her puckered opening. "Sorry," he said.
"Leave it there," she told him.
He felt her pussy contract and the muscles inside began to flutter. For a few minutes, he concentrated on running his thumb carefully across her star. Her body tensed and he looked up as she screamed into the pillow. It only took five more thrusts before he came too. He leaned over and began kissing up her back. Adair let out a groan and fell forward, pushing the pillow off the opposite side of the bed. Bubba slowly pulled back and grabbed his shorts to wipe himself and her off.
"Sorry, I forgot to grab a towel," she said.
The shorts landed just inside the bathroom. "Think we was a bit distracted." He crawled up on the bed and lowered his frame against hers. "What time your friends gettin' in today?"
"Oh, damn. I forgot about them. They will be here about four, and I need to brief them. We are all having dinner at the inn. Do you want to join us?" She rolled on her side to face him.
Bubba shook his head. "'Less you need me for somethin' special, Momma's cookin' dinner for sister's birthday. Was gonna invite you along."
Adair studied his face for a minute and smiled. "Introducing me to your mother on day two, Captain? My but you do move fast, don't you?"
Before he could answer, the phone rang. He sat up and grabbed the receiver. "Skinner." There was a short pause. "Hey, Virgil. Yeah, they're all gettin' in today." Another pause. "No, don't mind a bit - it's only a couple of hours." Now there was a long pause. "Wednesday at one, huh? That's fine. Didn't have nothin' planned special. Tell Chief I'll do it. And thank them that's coverin' my shifts." One final pause. "No, I ain't seen her." He turned to wink at the naked woman beside him. "I'll surely tell her if I do. Bye."
"Why, Captain Skinner - I am surprised! You just fibbed to your ranking supervisor!" She crawled over and knelt behind him, rubbing his shoulders as she kissed along his neck. "How shocked he would be to know just how much you have 'seen' of me," Adair whispered in his ear before her tongue began teasing his earlobe.
Bubba inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. This woman was going to be the death of him. He was deciding to flip her over and go again when the small metal case she'd brought began to vibrate and ring.
"And of course, now that is my supervisor," Adair said as he stood up and helped her off the bed. She winked at him while running her hand across his cock. "Come distract me - this won't take long." The grip on his hand was strong and he followed her to the bureau. It didn't take her two shakes to get the satellite phone set up and answer.
"Urquhart." She smiled and put his hand on her breast. "Good morning, Phillip. How is everyone in London?" Her bottom ground back against his cock. "Good, then. Yes, they are due in about seven hours." She balanced the phone between her neck and shoulder, reaching back to pull his other hand around to her stomach and pushing it down. "I do believe you are correct - the local agency has gotten word and is rearranging shift schedules as we speak." Her body leaned back against his and her right hand reached around to grab his ass. "No, I did not. You know the time change plays hell with my circadian rhythm. My insomnia allowed me to do some reconnaissance of the area around the hostel and gather intel on a few of the local officers." Adair inhaled deeply as he began teasing her pussy.
He had never done anything like this, and was surprised at how much it turned him on. Listening to her talk like nothing unusual was happening, and the stern tone of her voice, made him bold. His finger worked just inside her wet opening and she tensed. Thinking he had taken things just a bit too far, he started to move his hand, but she lifted her knee onto the top of the bureau and pushed his finger in further.
"Yes, we should be done with the meeting about 2100 your time. It will be several hours later when that starts." Her hips ground down against his hand and she became wetter. "Did he? Yes, I have made the acquaintance of Captain Skinner. That choice is acceptable." As her hand covered the mouthpiece, she whispered, "Keep doing that, it feels wonderful." Bubba added a second finger and began rubbing them against her g-spot while his erection rubbed along the crack of her bottom. "No, I cannot be available then. I have been offered the use of a local shooting range tomorrow morning and need to get the new weapons sited in." Once again, she covered the mouth piece. "Just a little slower, Captain, or I might scream in his ear," she whispered, making him chuckle. "It was probably just radio static, Phillip. This place is rather rural." Her hand swatted his bottom. "Yes, I can be available at 0600 local time - but there better be a good bottle of Riesling and a box of my favorite Puccini Bomboni assortment waiting on my desk when I get back." She began to rub the spot she'd just swatted. "Einverstanden, if there is a connection available. Ta." She slammed the phone down. "Captain, get a towel."
Bubba smiled and reached down to open one of the bureau drawers. He pulled out a beach towel and spread it on top. His hands gently turned Adair around and lifted her onto it. Another towel was pulled out before he closed the drawer. Folding it in half, he leaned over and gave her a long kiss. Then the towel was held up to her chin. "Don't need 'nother report a cats," was all he said, making her giggle.
For the first time in his life, Bubba Skinner put his cock inside a woman without asking for permission. Some corner of his mind was telling him it was wrong, but the devil on his shoulder said if she was spread out naked in front of him and had implied her consent, just do it. He gave in and began fucking her hard. His lust grew as he watched himself go in and out while she played with her button.
Her body slid with the towel on the smooth wood surface, and his hands moved down to hold onto her bottom. When he flexed to tighten his grip, his middle finger got wet with her arousal and breeched her pucker. Bubba slowed and looked at her face, expecting to be fussed at. Adair's eyes were closed and he felt her pussy clamp around his cock.
"Oh god, yes. Just like that," she told him.
He picked up the pace again. The tip of his finger slid in to the first knuckle as he found his rhythm. She pressed the towel to her face and began to scream. Her hand was rubbing her clit hard and her hips were writhing against him. His cock began to twitch and his finger felt her pucker tighten around it just as her pussy clamped down. He had to bend down and press his mouth against the towel too - his growl of completion was still very loud.
Bubba immediately felt guilty. He was embarrassed and unsure of what to do next. He lifted himself up and looked down at the woman still writhing under him. Her eyes opened and she moved the towel, revealing a bright smile. For some reason, that made him feel worse. His body gently disengaged from hers and he patted her thigh.
"Need a shower." What he really needed was time alone to think.
Adair frowned as she sat up. What the hell was that about? She thought back over the last few minutes, replaying both their actions. Two theories came to mind; either he was uncomfortable with that he'd done in regards to playing with her anus or upset that he did not ask permission this last time. The wet towel was grabbed up and she headed into the bathroom.
She saw him through the glass door. His head was resting against the tile as the water ran over his shoulders and his fists were clenched. Adair quietly cleaned herself at the sink and went back to the bedroom to change. Captain Skinner had some demons to wrestle with and it saddened her she could not help him with the battle.
Bubba found her note on the fridge thirty minutes later and was surprised she'd left one. He was certain that Adair would not be talking to him ever again and that his assignment would be changing. He got a fresh cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table to read it.
Captain, I apologize for anything I've done to upset you. As you told me; we never have to do anything you do not feel comfortable with. For what it's worth, I enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to more of it. The ball is now in your court. You know where I'm staying should you want to contact me. No matter what happens between us personally, I respect your abilities professionally and would still be happy to have you on the task force as second on my team. A.
p.s. If you don't have workout plans today, I will be at the public pool during lane swim time - 10 - 11.
As she said, the deciding was now up to him. Adair was unlike any woman he'd met and she interested him on many levels… It was not just sex or lust. This was a lady he could see himself falling for. She challenged him, but not in an emasculating way, and teasing; goodness was she good at that - verbally and physically! He liked a woman who would do things with him. No one else he'd ever dated would go to the gun range when asked - this one said yes and was bringing her own weapons. Captain Skinner's head told him it would all be over Friday, but his heart hoped that was not true.
While in the shower, Bubba had started to pray about things but something stopped him. He thought for a few minutes and realized all the times he'd asked for a life companion for the last five years while praying, he'd been describing a woman just like Adair Urquhart; someone lovely in his eye, who understood the nature of police work (including emergency call-ins and late or missed dates), would work out and go places with him, and - if it was His will - just maybe someone who didn't want children. Being the oldest of eight, along with watching sibling's kids, had soured him on having his own.
Glancing up at the clock, he had ten minutes to get his ass in gear and meet her at the pool. His blue camouflage swim trunks were in the same drawer he'd pulled the towels out of earlier. He grabbed a t-shirt off the stack on the dresser and put on his tennis shoes. Taking a deep sniff of the towel that she'd held against her mouth, he could still smell vanilla. He'd always wondered why that scent came to mind when he fantasized, and now he knew.
ITHOTN
At first, Bubba didn't see her as he clipped the locker key to his trunks. His eyes scanned the lanes as he went through the foot bath and walked to the edge of the pool. There she was, talking to the swim coach and moving her arms. He squinted. It looked like she was hardly wearing anything - from the back he could only see a small X. She turned around and the front was very modest.
The coached called him over. "Bubba, this lady is trying to learn Butterfly. She's got the rest down and nearly beat me on a lap of Backstroke. Ma'am, this here is," he started to introduce them.
"Captain Skinner," she interrupted. "Pleasure to see you again, sir." She nodded.
He returned her nod. "Likewise, ma'am. Would ya like a few pointers, there?"
The coach backed away. "You take it from here, Bubba."
He jumped down into the water next to her. "I'm awful sorry, Adair, 'bout earlier," he said quietly.
She looked him in the eye. "Are we still going to the movies tonight, Bubba?" she asked. He nodded his head. "Then you are forgiven. Now teach me how to do this stupid stroke - I cannot get the hang of it."
He smiled and held his hands on the water. "Need to tackle kickin' first. Hang on an show me how you do 'em. It's the part that vexed me for ages."
Twenty minutes later, she was puffing for breath and standing in shallow water with her hands on her hips. "I feel like Sisyphus. I'm sorry, Captain. Maybe it is like bicycles - just something I cannot do."
"Need to take a break. Let's just swim normal a bit an try again." They swam in tandem, sharing a lane for several laps. After going six times, she challenged him to race for money. "Don't bet less it's a sure thing," Bubba told her.
Adair laughed. "I put the money in the collection plate either way." She swam off leaving him to catch up. They each won once - it was a draw.
They were drying off in front of their lockers when Adair turned to him. "I take it your agency told you about the meeting tomorrow afternoon?" Bubba nodded. "I need to go to the station today and meet everyone. When is shift change?"
"Four - after school zones clear." He pulled the t-shirt over his head and sat down to tie his shoes. "Right when your friends get in."
"And they cannot be trusted to find their asses with four hands, much less navigate their way to the station from the airport in Hattiesburg. Bugger - so much for that idea then. I thought we might get everyone introduced at least."
"I'll go get 'em. Won't take a few minutes to get them back here. Long as there's no calls, shifts'll wait a bit." He stood up and rubbed his hair dry.
She was dressed now - gauzy black cotton pants and jacket with the suit peeking through and black sandals. He was combing his hair in the mirror when she stood at his side. Her hand straightened his shirt tag in back, making him shiver when her nail tickled his neck. "Do you know what I am craving, Captain?"
Bubba cleared his throat. "What's that?"
"It has been so long. And I think you are just the man who can help get me satisfied." A hot breath blew in his ear, making him pull at the front of his shirt. "I really want something hot, followed by something cold." Adair stretched up and began to whisper, "Captain, I so want an extra-long cheese Coney and a hot fudge milkshake. Would you like to accompany me to the nearest Sonic?" Her head turned. She smiled and winked at him in mirror.
His arms trapped her against a row of lockers. "You, Agent Urquhart, are an evil woman."
Her hand gently patted his cheek. "No, Captain Skinner, an evil woman would have been rubbing your cock at the same time. I am only wicked - and proud of it."
Bubba thought for a moment and nodded. "I'll give ya that, then. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and she barely had time to snatch up her bag as he dragged her to the parking lot.
Both vehicles pulled up on the third row and they each ordered. Bubba got out and dropped the tailgate, easily lifting her up to sit before joining her. They talked for a few minutes until the food was delivered. Their server laughed at the impromptu picnic as she set down the tray.
After her first bite, Adair let out a moan. "Oh, spot on. That is so good." Bubba reached over and wiped a smear of chili off her cheek. "Thank you, Captain." They smiled at each other and went back to eating.
"Is that the woman who came in the station last night? The one Skinner left with?" Luanne Corbin asked Sweet as they pulled into Sonic for lunch.
"Maybe. Her hair was down last night. You don't think…." he trailed off.
"What?" She studied the couple in her side-view mirror as Sweet ordered. Captain nodded as the woman described something while waving her arms around, laughing when she was done. Then he leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing her to laugh and blush. His hand snatched up the last bite of her Coney and popped it into his mouth. The woman gave a shriek of outrage and smacked his shoulder before giving him a quick kiss. Skinner jumped off the tailgate and lifted her down, handing her the rest of his French fries before she walked to her car. He closed the tailgate and left himself, never noticing the squad car.
"I don't know. Maybe they did." Officer Corbin was on the fence.
"If they ain't yet, they gonna," Sweets commented while paying for lunch. "Women don't let just anyone steal their food." He grabbed a few fries out of her container as he passed it over, causing her to reach over and grab a few of his fries. "See? She didn't do that, he gave his to her."
They arrived back at his house and Adair went into 'mission-mode' as he could come to call it. She asked him about the range and Jack, then she scheduled out her morning. Next was the timetable for the rest of their day. There were materials to set up at the inn which would be done before she went to the station at shift change. Dinner would be over early at both houses, allowing them to make the 7:15 movie time. That would get them home by 9:30 - she hinted it would be enough time for a quick tryst before she headed back to Johnson's. Her apology for not spending the night was accepted as she pulled him down the hall to the bedroom.
"We do not have to do anything," Adair told him as she began to remove her clothes.
"Says the woman who's gettin' nekkid," he told her, pulling off his t-shirt.
She climbed into the bed still wearing her swimsuit. "Come join me." Her hand patted his side of the bed. "We need to discuss something."
Bubba lay down and faced her. "Sounds serious."
"Not that bad. I only want to tell you that we are consenting adults. Anything we decide we would like to do or try - sexually - is fine. Being a little adventurous can be fun. You know if I do not enjoy something, you will be told 'no'. Do not ever be hesitant to tell me the same." Her right hand caressed his chest.
"It's just - don't never talk like that, even at times like last night."
"Well, you told me you enjoyed hearing me come. I enjoyed hearing how worked up you were and understand you do not use such words normally. I think that is what made it so hot." Adair winked at him and began kissing his chest. Her lips travelled up and finally landed on his. "In case there is ever any doubt, if I am naked and enjoying our interactions, you may place yourself inside me without asking. Of course, if it is something you feel you must do, I will give my consent when you inquire."
Bubba had about enough talking. "Hush, now," he said softly before he kissed her and pulled her on top of him. After kissing her ardently, he had to struggle - with her assistance - to work the swimsuit down to her waist. Then he was free to pay more attention to her breasts as he did not get a chance to the previous night. His tongue teased and his teeth barely nipped. When his blunt nails lightly scratched the underside of her left breast, she let out a loud moan, so he did it again.
"You are a tease, Captain," she whispered before climbing off him. He watched as she pulled the suit all the way off and stood staring at him, hands on her hips. "Get that suit off." It landed on floor at her feet and she climbed back onto him. Her hand reached down to firmly tug on his cock as she positioned herself over it. "I do not want to take liberties," she whispered while rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. "We do not have to do anything you do not want to. Just say the word, and I will stop."
Bubba grabbed her hips hard. "Wicked woman, put it in." His hands pulled her hips down just a bit. Finally she placed him inside and slowly sank down. Her muscles squeezed around his cock and he thrust up slowly. "Damn, stop that. Not gonna last."
Adair began moving up and down. "It is just a matter of building up your endurance, Captain. One does not start by running a marathon, but by stretching and jogging a few laps." Her pace increased and she leaned back. "Then you try a few sprints." Her pussy clamped down around his length, causing him to brace and begin to thrust up as her body came down.
Their bodies worked together to bring mutual pleasure. Every few minutes one or the other said a word or two of encouragement; good, right there, oh yeah. Culmination was upon him and she was close behind. Bubba was quiet when he finally came, and surprised at the small sound from his partner when he felt her come. He had heard that women's orgasms differed in intensity, depending on their origin. Apparently vaginal ones - at least for this woman - were not scream-worthy. It made him want to give her more intense ones.
He thought back on her words a few minutes ago. A few times in the past when trying one thing, partners had refused. Possibly this time would be different. Nothing ventured and all that. One hand began playing with her clit, lightly rubbing the still-distended tip. Her hips wiggled a little against him and her pussy flexed.
"What are you doing, Captain?" Her tone was amused.
"Thinkin' you might need a few more. That weren't nearly loud enough." His voice was soft.
"Well, your fingers are very talented."
"Thought to use more'n them," was all he said.
"Oh? Interesting idea you have there, sir. Are you alluding to the use of your talented tongue also?" She smiled down at him.
"Maybe. Whatcha think?" Bubba studied her face carefully.
"I think," Adair leaned forward, "that I would like the feel of your tongue on my pussy, or in my pussy - you can play with it any way you choose, my Captain." She sat back up, smiling, and slowly disengaged from his body, lying beside him.
He was on her almost immediately. His mouth clamped tightly against hers as his fingers began teasing all around the lips of her pussy. The kiss ended and he lifted up enough to look into her face. "Thank you, Adair."
She nodded. "Thank you, Bubba - in case I am too sated to tell you afterwards." This made him chuckle.
His strong arms easily maneuvered her to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor and held her thighs open with his hands. Gently, his tongue began teasing her lips apart. The first taste of their combined juices was like ambrosia. He wanted more and pressed his mouth against her. It was harder now to hold her still and she began making little noises.
She stretched and pulled a pillow over, knowing that this time it would be loud. One strong hand caressed down her thigh and then a finger replaced his tongue inside her. Giving a gentle hint, her hand reached down to pull back the hood of her clit. Adair smiled when she heard his hum of satisfaction.
Bubba could take non-verbal cues better than most men. He began teasing her button with the tip of his tongue, never quite giving it enough stimulation. With any luck he could get her to play with herself again while he watched and masturbated. His erection was returning quickly. Making sure his finger kept a steady rhythm against her g-spot, he listened to her breathing. His mouth clamped over her clit and he sucked it between his teeth, smiling as she screamed into the pillow.
Light puffs of breath teased her, but his finger kept up the former pace. "What are you still doing, Bubba?" she whispered.
"Again," was all he said. Her groan made him laugh. "'Less you don't wanna," he offered.
"No complaints here," Adair said quickly.
He released her thigh and reached up for her hand. It was pulled down to her crotch and he kissed it. One knee braced on the edge of the bed as he stood up, giving her support for one thigh. It was an awkward angle, but one hand was now clamped around his cock as the other kept stimulating her.
Bubba glanced down and saw her eyes watch as he began jacking off. More liquid dripped off the back of his finger. Adair's hand started rubbing her clit hard and they were off. Only a few minutes later, she was screaming into the pillow again and he was gritting his teeth, grunting. Ignoring the little voice inside telling him to give her a rest, he was back on his knees and his face was pressed up against her pussy. His tongue lapped up every bit of her release.
Finally done, he crawled up next to her on the bed. "Wow," she said quietly. "I don't know what position is above Sex God."
Bubba chuckled. "Kinda liked the one with you on top." Adair laughed. "Need another?" he offered, kissing her shoulder.
"I'm good, thank you." Her head raised and she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Damn. It is time to get showered and ready for our afternoon. I apologize for running off so soon after…" she faltered.
"Shower here."
"No clean clothes to put on," she countered.
"Let ya borrow a shirt. Might even have shorts to fit ya."
Adair held her arm up. "Twist it."
He smiled and moved it behind her back, leaning over to kiss her. "Best get off the bed before I start goin' again."
She was off the bed and in the shower before he could get to the bureau to dig out something for her to wear.
ITHOTN
Well, maybe the introduction was fib. They just might spend the majority of the day in bed…
Bubba's swim trunks:
products/camo-fun-swim-shorts-jamaica-blue
Adair's swimsuit:
.
Seat on back porch:
/furniture/garden-and-patio-furniture/item/1-adirondack-loveseat