Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Just a lot of cuddling, kissing, and talking. By the time we get back to her place and she invites me in for a night cap, the picnic basket is still full. “Can I bring this stuff in and put it in your fridge for tomorrow? Do you have space?”
“Oh, sure.” She opens the door to her place, and we go inside, straight to the kitchen.
I didn’t have to ask if she had the space. Her fridge is nearly as empty as mine is. I start pulling sandwiches and desserts out, feeding them into the shelves, as she watches, standing behind the open fridge door. “Oh God. I feel bad! I didn’t know you had all this!”
“Hey. I don’t feel bad at all. I liked what we did a hell of a lot more.” I grin at her, remembering it, and lean in and kiss her.
When we break the kiss, she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me to her, kissing me harder and with all of her strength, so surprisingly hard that I stumble back and almost get trapped by the door.
I step around it and, rapping my arms around her, I walk her back from the refrigerator, closing it with my foot. I hoist her onto the center island, helping her take off each of her shoes, then dropping them to the tile floor. Then I ease her toward me, so that my waist is trapped between her knees. I urge the dress up on her thighs, placing my hands on her bare hips. “Well, look at you. You look good enough to eat.”
She licks her lips in anticipation.
I pull her close to me, my hand trailing under the loose, silky fabric of her dress, and up the warm, smooth skin of her back, feeling the angled rise of her shoulder blades. God, she’s gorgeous, and smells like dewy fresh air and ocean breezes.
Then I kiss her, softly, tenderly, savoring the sugary sweetness from the strawberries on her tongue. I delve a hand around her front, cupping her full, round breast.
She heaves in a breath, and her ribcage pressed against my wrist. “Oh,” she murmurs. “I love that.”
The thin straps of the dress fall down over her shoulders, exposing her to me. Every time I look at her breasts, they’re better and better. Pale and sweet, the nipples already pebbling in the cool air. I rub a thumb over the tips, and they respond, growing harder.
She starts to let out a low moan but catches herself, sucking her lower lip into her mouth self-consciously.
I’ll have none of that. I maneuver her closer to me, bringing my hands down the small of her back to her round ass.
Pulling her body toward me, I take her breast in my hand and run my tongue along the hardened nipple. “I can stay here all day, Tenley, sucking on you like this. Do you want me to suck on them some more?” I breathe into her skin.
“Oh, yes,” she says, inching forward, offering them to me. “Please.”
Holding them both in either hand, I bring one to my mouth, taking it in, moving my tongue in slow circles around the puckered flesh. She presses her palms onto my shoulders, hard. letting out a little squeak of exhilaration as I thoroughly explore the skin. It’s as sweet as the rest of her, tasting faintly of the sea air, and just her. Just that sweet, uniquely female scent that intoxicates me.
I move to the other breast, getting my fill of that one, before switching to the next, all the while molding her ass cheeks.
Though my cock is straining against my pants, wanting to pick things up, I’m in no hurry. I could stay here, trapped between her legs, sucking on her tits, caressing her perfect ass until sun-up.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I growl, never stopping lavishing attention on her breasts. “I can’t get enough of you. Lie back.”
She does, sitting up on her elbows to lift her ass so I can help her lower the dress down over her hips, then gaze at her body, clad only in a small black thong. God, she’s more than gorgeous. She is a work of art. It’s almost enough to make me forget myself. A second passes, two, with me just staring, until I sense her unease and break out of my trance, letting out the deep breath I’ve been holding.
She smiles unsurely.
I come up close to her, hovering over her. I kiss her then, close to but not touching her naked body. She reaches out to undress me, undoing each button on my dress shirt with slow, deliberate movement.
I explore her mouth, nibbling on her lips, letting her tongue dance with mine.
I nearly growl from the pleasure of her hands when they land flat on the skin of my chest. Eagerly, I rip the rest of my shirt off, letting her concentrate now on getting me naked.