“Down here tonight starting at seven,” L.A. stated.
“Can we bring anything?” Kenni asked.
“The B&B hosts it. You simply need to bring yourselves,” Kerris answered. “If you’re going apple picking, head back up to the front desk, and they’ll give you baskets. You can drive to the orchards about eight minutes from here, walk, or wait for the transit van to transport you there.”
Kenni and I walked back up to the B&B to get our baskets. The same girl was there who had checked us in last night. I wasn’t crazy, but she looked like the same girl who had given me a lap dance at the club when Dominic and I went.
You didn’t get that close to a woman’s ass and had her pussy all in your face and not recognize her the next time that you sawher. I started to say something, but Kennedi had given me hell the next few days after she learned I had a lap dance. I knew her little ass was jealous, and at the time, I reveled in that shit. But the last thing I needed was for her to know that the same girl who’d been popping her shit in my face was on our romantic weekend.
But that shit didn’t make sense. She couldn’t be the same woman. That had been a few hundred miles away in Cherokee Springs. It would be too much of a coincidence for her to appear here in the North Georgia Mountains. She had to be a doppelganger. I was waiting for the first opportunity to confront her to confirm, but it hadn’t arisen yet. This morning, I had gone up there to speak with her, but she had been busy checking other guests in. I’d gone and grabbed breakfast for us, but when I returned from the dining hall, she hadn’t been there.
Chapter 11
Kenni
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 10TH
Warm, long fingers caressed my body, pulling me from my sleep. I fought against the feeling, preferring to sleep just a little longer. I was exhausted and wanted to surrender to the slumber. When my legs parted, I kept my eyes closed, chasing the drowsiness and hoping it would pull me under. But when that first lick swept through my folds, my hips rocked forward slightly, and a moan fell from my lips.
The nimble fingers parted my folds, and the warm tongue thrust deeper into me, a welcome intrusion into my nap. I unfolded my leg, making room for Bryson between my legs. It had been so long since we had sex, weeks in fact, and even then, it had been rushed, inattentive, and just a quick action to appease both of our needs.
We had been simply passing ships in the night all year. As long as we ate, slept, and had clean clothes and shoes, we didn’tseem to care about anything else. But that was the one thing that we had not allowed to lapse completely.
We may not have exchanged “I love yous” in a while, but we definitely attended to our sexual needs. That was something that could not be completely ignored, no matter how distant we had become. If we had allowed that to languish completely, I was sure that we would have gone somewhere else to have those needs met. I had begun to think that maybe he had when three weeks had gone by, and we hadn’t touched each other. Previously, we had sex several times a week, and two times at least.
My body’s memory recalled the way his fingers brought every nerve and sensation in my body to life as he continued touching me the way he once had, gently and lovingly. With one hand, he caressed my hip, and with the other, he softly rubbed my clitoris.
My back arched off the bed as my legs gapped further. Bryson knew how to please my body in ways no other man ever had. I fed him from my well, nurtured him in fact, pumping out the juice that gave him life.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers slid inside of me along with his thrusting tongue that moved as if it was in search of something. And whatever it searched for, I gave him. I juiced, I moaned, I gushed, and I exploded in his mouth.
Bryson moved back with heavy, lust-lidden eyes. He bit my thighs and moved slowly up my body to tongue the navel piercing. He kept his piercing gaze on me as he worked his tongue around my navel piercing and inside of my belly button.
I rested my hand on his head as he looked up at me. There was longing and desire in his eyes and something more. God, how I missed the intimacy that we once had. I held out my hands to him, and he shook his head. Slowly, Bryson moved further up my body, still holding contact as he went.
His fingers gripped my breasts and he kneaded them, caressed them, and worked my nipples back and forth as he continued licking a slow trail of heat from my navel to my cleavage.
“I have never wanted you as desperately as I do right now,” I moaned as he took one breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple as he softly stroked the other one.
The brightness in his eyes told a message of untold desire and yearning for us to have a deeper, intimate connection than we’d ever shared. I had a feeling after this weekend, we would have what we’d both been missing, and it wouldn’t be sexual alone.
By the time he reached my mouth, I was on fire for him. My hands worked themselves over his low fade, working over the ridges of the waves in his hair. He made love to my mouth the same way that he had my pussy, using his tongue to engage me in sensual mouth play expertly.
I sucked on his tongue, trying to suck the taste of my nectar off him. We were a collision of tongues and lips as his hands moved through the strands of my hair to massage my scalp and then to caress my face and back again.
Bryson pulled away and nipped my neck. “I need you, Bryse. Let me taste you, baby.”
He pulled back and stared into my eyes with a naked hunger I had never seen. I crooked my fingers and beckoned him to straddle me. Bryson moved and hovered over me. We had returned from apple picking and our nature walk and showered. Despite the cooler temps in the mountains, I still felt sticky and itchy when we finished.
We were both exhausted after the shower and had fallen asleep in nothing but our towels. Somehow, I had managed to free myself from mine as I slept, because I slept wild. Bryson stillwore his. I flipped it out of my way as he straddled my face, and I pressed into his abdomen to push him back slightly.
Bryson moved back, but his dick swung forward, hitting my nose. I grabbed it with both hands and stuck my tongue out. I licked across the slit before I puckered my lips and pulled him inside. He was erect and cool, but the more I sucked, the warmer and harder he grew. With one hand planted on the headboard behind me, and his other on his hip, Bryson closed his eyes and gave into the feeling.
My hands worked him as I sucked him deeper into my throat. With my free hand, I reached underneath his towel and massaged his balls. He got deeper into it, his eyes closing, and his teeth tugging his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Shit feels good, baby.”
I pressed my hand into his chest until he moved off me. “Lie on your back,” I encouraged.
