After a few minutes, he slowed, then stopped. I saw him give a gentle pull on the reins, so I did that, too.
“Here, sweetheart.” He waved his hand around like a game show host. “This is what I wanted to show you. My favorite spot.”
I looked around and it was… beautiful.
He slipped off Shadow’s back with practiced ease, came over and helped me down. “Come on, I’ve only got you to myself for a little while and I wanna eat that pussy and I definitely want to know what your mouth feels like around my dick.”
20
ZEB
I droppedmy coat on the ground, then kissed my girl.
It’d been hours since I’d had my mouth on her.
Hours.
She was right there with me, just as eager. Her lips were soft and I didn’t dare say she kissed better today than the night before, because it had been perfect then. Now, she knew what she wanted and wasn’t holding back.
Our tongues tangled and I cupped her face, angled her head. I could do this all day, but there were other parts of her body I wanted to get my mouth on. I gotthe honey-sweet taste of her this morning and I wanted it again.
And, getting my girl off felt better than the best touchdown pass.
“Lie down,” I murmured, when I finally pulled back.
I met her eyes, hazy with need.
She looked to her side, saw my jacket on the ground.
Then dropped down onto her butt, set her hands behind her.
I followed, nudging her legs apart so I could kneel between them.
My gaze slid up her body, met her blue eyes.
“Your pussy wet, sweetheart?”
She bit her lip. Nodded and gave me a look that was more seductress than future elementary school teacher. Stunning me and making my dick spurt pre-cum on my boxers, she said, “My panties are ruined. See for yourself.”
I growled. It was like some kind of base need came over me. I had enough brain function to know it was going to be really fucking hard to eat her out with her jeans around her ankles.
So I tugged off one of her boots, then got her pants down her legs, tugging the denim off one ankle,leaving it in a clump around the other. Her cell phone fell onto the grass.
She had on pink panties. Pink. Nothing fancy, only a bit of lace at the waist.
It was the wet spot… “Fuck, your panties really are ruined.”
It gave me an idea. I grabbed her cell, turned it to her face so it would unlock, then flipped to the camera. Aimed it at my girl.
“What are you doing?”
I stilled, met her gaze. “For me,” I said. “No one else.”
She glanced down at herself, considered it.
“No one else?”
I shook my head.
