Once we park at the beach, I grab her the moment she climbs off her bike and kiss her breathless while Ainslee groans and Oran whistles.
“Don’t ever ride a bike with your pussy out again,” I whisper in her ear. “There will be consequences.”
“It wasn’t out,” she protests although the excitement in her voice is clear. “I’m wearing underwear.”
“Good, it’ll help me punish you later.” She gasps when I squeeze her ass.
But promptly changes the subject. “Look! An old-fashioned ice cream parlor. Let’s go!”
I jerk my head in Oran’s direction because I know I’ll see the pain in his eyes. It’s a tradition he used to have with his mother when they lived in The United States. She also kept it going on Founder’s Island so it’s a sore subject for him.
“You and I can go on a mini-date. How’s that?” Oran nods appreciatively as I lace my fingers with Karessa’s to lead her away.
She marvels over the old time feel as she points out every cool thing she sees. It makes me want to find other ways to excite her.
“Hey, do you want to go on a honeymoon,” I ask out of the blue. Maybe not, time away sounds nice and relaxing.
She blinks a few times and nods shyly. “I think that’ll be fun.”
“Cool, I’ll pin down a location with Oran and let you know where we’re going.”
Karessa laughs harder than I’d expect. “Of course you will. You two are the cutest.”
“The fuck you mean? We’re grown men with independent lives.” She just smiles and continues to nod. “What’s your favorite flavor?”
“Strawberries and cream,” she answers with a nod to the gallon.
“I would say your pussy tastes like strawberries and cream but I’m allergic.”
The ice cream guy chokes on his own spit. I must’ve caught him off guard. Karessa turns to him with a smile.
“Don’t worry, he means he’s allergic to strawberries.” I throw my head back and laugh because the guy isn't worried about me being allergic to pussy. “My second favorite is rocky road.”
“I don’t see any double chocolate fudge here so one big rocky road sundae for us.”
We find a table in the corner away from families since Karessa is concerned about the things that’ll come out of my mouth.
“Mmm. This is really creamy,” she moans around a bite.
Eating ice cream shouldn’t be this arousing but I’m sold. We’re sitting side by side so I kiss her temple.
“Tell me something else about Karessa LeClaire-Hanlon.” I pause, “too much, Karessa Hanlon, that flows much better.”
“I just knew Justin Timberlake and I would be together forever,” she provides around another bite.
I must agree, this ice cream is almost magical. The only way for it to be better would be having it in my preferred flavor.
“First, you would have had to leave the island and Oran behind. How were you going to survive without your eye-gasm?”
“Good point. I wanted to be a model like my mom but after the pretty yet dumb heiress stuff tried to stick I abandoned that idea. I know there are smart models, my mom is one, but I didn’t want to deal with the stigma that I’m only good for my body.”
“First, it's a damn good body. Second, don’t ever let dumbasses decide what you should do. You could have been a great model, but we may not have had a chance to be coerced into marriage.”
She laughs and lies her head on my shoulder. “You have the craziest ways to make me feel better.”
I slip my hand under her dress and squeeze her thigh. “I have something to help you forget it all about it.” Karessa inhales but opens her legs a little more. “There’s my dirty wife,” I growl near her ear. “I have something for you.”
Reaching in my pocket, I grab the case for the panty vibe I ordered. I kiss her as I slide it inside and secure it with the magnet. I lick her juices from my finger and pick up my phone.
