“Can you see it sooner rather than later?” And before I can tease her about being eager, she adds, “To get it over with.Please.”
“Pff,” I huff back, “I’m a bit infamous for my moves, you should be thrilled. It’s me that’s concerned. What if you’re a crap kisser?”
“A risk you’ll have to take,” she sighs, not letting me goad her even a little bit.
We walk for a few steps then get started, picking apples from a line of trees near the entrance. I wasn’t charmed about this activity out in the trees for a couple hours when we could be inside having a coffee. But now, as I’m watching Janie in front of me, I realize Apple picking is a lot of reaching and bending over. And below our newly-purchased matching dark flannel jackets, she’s wearing possibly the world’s tightest leggings.
So. I rather like apple picking after all.
“These trees up front are all pretty bare,” she says.
I nod and follow her further into the tree farm.
Under a huge willow tree outside of the grove, she pauses, drawn to the trunk. She reaches out her hand, admiring what looks like a very old carving of initials. She’s so damn gorgeous.
I quietly step up behind her. “Here.”
“Wha—” she turns and realizes how close I am. I drop my basket and grab hers. My left hand covers her right on the big basket handle.
“This is where, if this were real, I’d drop my basket, and pull you to me,” I put my right hand on her waist and tug. She falls into me easily. “Because you look so unbearably lovely here in the shade, this tree around you like a canopy, it’s like a painting. I would just have to stop.”
I dip my face closer to hers, slowly. She’s frozen, just breathing, watching. I have to be careful, gentle. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with a woman who spooks so easily. One quick move that she’s not ready for, and she’ll grimace for all the cameras.
“I’d tell you how delicious your mouth always looks, even when it’s frowning at me, how badly I wish we were alone, so I could do what I want to do to you, here under this tree.”
“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” She whispers.
“Dirty,filthythings. But we’re not alone. So, I’m only going to kiss you now.” I say the words onto her lips, feeling her fast breaths mingling with mine. And I hesitate. Which I never do. But she…I just…I should just check…“Okay?”
“Ok—”
Thank God.
I press my mouth to hers.
She melts. She’s soft and smooth and warm and she’s…responding. I can feel her fingers gripping my shirt in her fist.
Yes.
Janie Janie Janie yes yes more more
I open my lips just a tiny bit, just to suck on her, push down her walls.
She…
She just moaned.
Thank you God, again!
I moan back and push into her even more, until she’s backed against the tree trunk. I move my hand from her lower back, up to her jaw. And, like I would’ve asked her to, begged her to, she arches her back like she wants more.
And hell, I want to give her more. I keep kissing her over and over, barely resisting the urge to lick her lips, to open her up to me. My hand starts to travel back down of its own volition, ready to grip her glorious backside, but I manage to stop it. I can hear the creepy paps walking in the leaves nearby.
If I’m going to take her mouth with my tongue like I want to, squeeze her ass and…other things, it’s not going to be for an audience.
I pull away, eyes still closed, mouth still on her, I say, “Like that.”
“Uh huh,” she says. I open my eyes and hers are still closed. I’m so relieved I could kiss her again. Relieved that it’s not just me. That she’s…affected. Finally. She’s feeling something too.
