belong?”
“Dammit,” she whined, but eventually she put them back.
He laughed at her slow progress. He lowered his head and rewarded them both.
“Please, Clint, you promised me orgasms,” she panted out.
He trailed his hand lower, and she parted her thighs in welcome. She was so ready, so needy, so wonderfully wet. He found her engorged flesh, and played in time to the licks on her nipple. She let out a wail of completion that shot satisfaction to his soul.
This time, when her hands moved and she grabbed his ass, he didn’t care.
“I’m claiming my orgasm the way I really want it. With you inside me.” Who was he to disagree?
With shallow thrusts he tested her, and she whined in frustration.
“Stop teasing!”
He smiled. Teasing Lydia was a joy.
She pushed upwards, and he retreated. She growled, and he laughed.
“Clint! You’re killing me.”
“Put your hands over your head.” Her eyes heated up, and her body clenched around him. He wasn’t going to last.
Finally she released him, and complied, which arched her torso like a beautiful temptation. He pulled her tight against him, and started a strong rhythm. She let out a happy laugh.
Clint kissed her smiling lips, and she took a nip at his. They played and loved, as she pressed up, and he thrust down.
“So good, you’re so damn good at this.”
“It’s you, Lydia, it’s always been you, love.” She wrapped her legs around him, and demanded more, which he gladly gave. And once again, she proved to him it was her as she took him on a tour of the stars.
Chapter Six
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J ack Preston
“Hop on in.”
“Don’t you think I should be driving since I beat you yesterday?” Billy teased. Jack liked the kid even more for the smart ass comment.
“Tell you what, you can definitely practice in my car when you get your learner’s permit.”
“Really?” Jack pulled onto the Five Freeway heading north to San Clemente.
“Really. But no lapping the other cars like you did yesterday. I don’t want you to get pulled over and have your learner’s permit pulled the first day out.”
“Jack, why are you willing to come out to the Food Pantry so early in the morning on a Sunday?”
He loved kids, they asked what was on their minds.
“My mom and I lived in a women’s shelter when I was little, I always try to give back when I have time. Sophia told me about this place, and it sounded like a great place to volunteer. Frannie and Tony said this is when they get deliveries and needed the most help sorting the food.”
“I know, it’s why I come on these days. Usually Mason or Sophia drop me off.” Billy yawned. “But Sundays are Sophia’s one day to sleep in, so it was great when you said you could pick me up. Thanks.”
“No problem.” They stayed silent for a while. Both admiring the view of the sun glimmering on the Pacific Ocean.
“Take a left here, and then the first right,” Billy directed.
A truck was already at the back, and a man who had left middle age behind, was helping the deliveryman unload the truck. Jack eyed the dolly he was maneuvering, and guessed it to have at least two hundred pounds of boxes. He stopped the car quickly and got out. Billy followed at a fast clip.
“Hey Mr. D,” Billy called out. “I brought reinforcements. He’s the brawn, and I’m the brains,” Billy quipped. “Mrs. D, your big new recruit is here, and Mr. D. is trying to get another hernia,” Billy yelled into the back door of the building.
“Billy, I can’t believe you would tell on me like that. For shame.”
“Tony, stop with the dolly this instant,” Frannie DeLuca said as she came outside, the early morning light causing her flaming red hair to glow.
“I’m fine. I have it all under control,” he grunted.
“Let the young guns do the heavy lifting,” she had the raspy voice of a former smoker, and the loving tone of a