"I like napping outside," I chuckle. "Plus, it's great for reading. Sometimes working, too. I'll alternate between pacing while I'm on a call and sprawling out here to stretch my back."
We lie down and get comfortable, staring across the forest at the last streaks of sunset.
"Hey," I drawl as she snuggles against my chest. "In case you ever go for a walk while you're here, there are some easy little trails that start at that corner of the back yard." I point. "There is a tall, spiked fence all the way around the property. The only break is a locked gate at the back corner, and the driveway where we came in, which has cameras on it."
Jenna smiles. "So what you're really telling me is that we’re totally alone?"
"Exactly."
Her eyebrow arches. "As in…from prying eyes…in case we were in the mood to get comfortable right here outside?”
"Mmmaybe."
Her fingertips wander in a slow circle around the center of my chest. "I think I like it here outside, surrounded by the trees."
"Good."
Our lips meet in a tender, gentle kiss, then I murmur, "I loved it when my face was between your thighs. May I do that again?"
She holds my gaze for a moment, then slowly nods.
"I'm not in a rush or anything," I continue gently. "I just really like making you feel good."
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip for a second. "What about you, though? Maybe I'd like to make you feel good."
"That’s up to you. But first… May I eat you for dessert?"
Jenna laughs at the cheesy line, and the way my eyebrows bounce up and down.
I flip her onto her back, then slowly pull off her shoes, jeans, and pink cotton underwear. I drop into position, spreading her legs as I settle between them.
Jenna props herself up with a cushion, and I'm stunned by her expression – not just how beautiful and vulnerable she looks, but also the way her lovely eyes sparkle every time she looks at me.
A surge of pride fires through my heart as I consider how much she is coming to trust me. How I think she's realizing that I'm never going to let her down but will always put her first.
Jenna isn't just my baby. She's…mine.
Opening her thighs wider, I stare at her delicate pink pussy, swallowing hard. Just the sight of her sends all my blood south, thickening my shaft as it tries to rise, bending uncomfortably in my jeans. Obviously, I will wait as long as she wants before she touches me, but the chance I might come in my pants before that happens is…not zero.
I slowly drag my palms up her inner thighs and settle in, breathing across her delicate skin. My mouth finds her clit instantly, licking an abstract pattern across the surface while my fingertips flutter along her outer folds, then her inner lips.
Jenna’s blinking slows as my thick middle finger circles her entrance gently before dipping inside. Her breathing becomes shallow, the front of her t-shirt rising and falling, making me wish she was completely naked so I could watch her breasts too. For now, my breath just puffs across her pussy as I lick and stroke.
Her round, firm ass squirms slightly, then her head jerks up when an owl hoots, flitting from one treetop to the next.
"Is it weird that the birds are watching us?" Jenna gasps.
"Not at all. This is the most natural thing in the world.”
My head falls forward as I lose myself in the bliss of her warm, wet pussy. My fingers rub gently through her valley as she grows slippery, then my finger glides inside. After several strokes, I slowly add a second finger. Jenna whimpers,squirming a little again, her eyes becoming unfocused as she hums a faint moan.
"I can't wait to feel you come, baby. I want to taste your juices. Want to feel you let go."
She nods eagerly, a glint in her eye.
"You like the way your pussy grips my fingers so tightly?"
She nods again.
