She’s got her cover up back on, but I’ve got my shirt off. I feel like I should have put on more clothes for this, but I’m not losing time away from her by getting dressed.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something in the store.”
“I didn’t give you much of a chance.”
She laughs a little at that. “No, you’re right, you really didn’t.”
“I’m twenty seven. I don’t know if that makes a difference to you, but just in case you wanted to know.”
“It doesn't bother me.”
“Your age doesn’t bother me,” I say, and I mean it. Something about her has taken a hold of me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t let her go. It’s like there’s this pull between us, and I’ve got to figure out what it is.
Her cheeks blush a little and she nods her head. “Good then.”
“So,” I say, reaching out and taking her fingers in my hand. The feeling is still there, and oddly enough, it comforts me. “Tell me all about my shortcake.”
Chapter Two
JULIE
His blue eyes seem so intense, but playful at the same time. I should be scared by how easily he moves me around, talks me into going places with him, but at this moment all I can think about is kissing him. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I first saw him.
He wants to talk, and while getting to know him is the smart thing to do, I can’t stop this pull between us. I want to know everything about him, and I want to tell him my life story too. Right now, with no shirt on, and the way he’s sitting on the couch, angled towards me, I’d rather let our bodies get to know one another better.
Looking into his eyes, I make my intentions clear, and I move into his personal space on the couch. When I get even with his mouth, I close my eyes, part my lips, and let him do the rest.
I don’t think I’ve ever made the first move with a guy before, but since the moment he dragged my body against his at the store, it’s all I can think about.
After what feels like an hour—but is probably only a second—I feel his lips brush against mine. They’re softer than I would’ve thought for such a giant of a man, and gentler than I expected. His tongue slowly pushes into my mouth, sending a chill down my spine. I can’t stop myself, my body wanting more. I deepen the kiss on my own, the sound of moans fills my ears, and I don’t know if it’s coming from him or me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing onto his lap. My arms lock around his neck, my legs straddle his waist, and I cling to him with every ounce of my strength. I feel myself start to move all over him, and I’m a little shocked. I’ve never been so wanton before, but I’ve never felt this way. Maybe it’s because I’ve only kissed boys before.
I had a few kisses at football games in high school, parties, and a couple of movie theater make-out sessions, but I’ve never acted like this before. I’ve never kissed someone and had to consume them. I’ve never kissed a man, and Abe is a fucking man.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sweet,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine and yanking my swimsuit cover from my body. His words make my pussy clench, and I dive for his mouth once again. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, and I need to get as close to him as possible.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, grabbing my hips at the same time. He moves me across his erection, putting the perfect pressure on my clit. My thin bikini bottom does nothing to protect my pussy from the ridge of his cock, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I can feel how hard he is through his trunks, and how hot he is against me.
Breaking the kiss, I let my head fall, my blonde curls cascading down my back, hitting his thighs. He takes the opening to pull on the side of my triangle bikini top and latch on to my nipple.
“Oh God,” I moan, even louder.
“That’s it, little shortcake, you just feel. I’ll give you what you need.”
And he’s right. I’m not doing a thing. I may be on top of him, but he’s moving my hips with his hands, using his mouth all over me.
“Damn, you taste good, you even taste like a shortcake,” he growls against my skin, licking, sucking and leaving little bite marks. I want to tell him it’s my lotion, but all that comes from me is another moan. It’s like I’ve lost all ability to talk.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Make that pussy nice and wet for me.” And just like that, at his deep sexy words, my orgasm shoots through my body, sending me to heaven.