His mouth came to the top of her braided hair and he spoke into the tickling strands that’d pulled loose. “I told you to stay put. We have all night, but I don’t want to spend it chasing you down. I want to spend it going down. On you.” Lidia whimpered, a sound he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. He wanted to hear it again. In about three seconds and then all night long. He snapped open the bedroll. It unfurled in the air and fluttered to the ground. In the same move he’d used to get her on her back in the alley, he brought her to the floor, cradling her from harm. They sank into the thin bedroll that wouldn’t be enough protection when he pounded into her. He flipped them, her breath leaving on an “oh.” Never once in the maneuvering did he let go of that delectable weight of hers until she settled, sprawled on top of him. Her skin shone in the moonlight, her breasts teased against him, and those hard nipples made his mouth water. He gripped the bottom of her shirt and yanked it off, hungry to suck on those ample tits.
