"Nope, not at all."
"Do you want this to happen with us?"
The light is fading fast, but it's still bright enough to see the glow in her eyes. "Yes."
"And do you agree that a clearing in a forest?—"
"Yourforest," she corrects me with a light laugh.
"Right. Do you agree that a clearing inmyforest under the moonlight is a darn good spot for a first kiss that we'll remember forever?"
Her chin tips up and down once, then I catch her soft lips against mine.
The magnetic pull between us is strong and steady. Her fingers run up the back of my neck, making me shiver with desire. Our heat swirls higher as her lips part, the kiss deepening, our wandering hands becoming more bold. She untucks my shirt at the sides, gliding her hand underneath, then against my lower back.
When I copy her movements, I can't believe how silky her skin is. Gently gripping the back of her hair, I tilt her chin up to kiss slowly down her throat until she's flushed and shivering. She moans softly as I return to her lips, her fingers twitching against my neck. Her breasts press against me firmly while I choke back a groan, my cock so hard it aches.
I imagine lifting her, having her straddle me, her skirt fanned around us. It would be so beautiful to take her right now. Yet she's known me for barely a day and a half. For now, this is more than enough, getting lost in her plush lips, her tentative touches.
Bridget shivers again. I realize the wind has picked up, and she's clutching me for warmth as much as from desire. "You're cold. I'm so sorry." Jumping to my feet, I take her hand to help her up. Shaking the blanket out, I wrap the clean side around her shoulders. By the time we make it back to the shop, we've paused to make out three times, and it's still not nearly enough.
"This is the worst possible time for neither of us to be living alone," I chuckle, locking the back door of the shop.
"I'm sorry I can't take you back to my house. Mom would freak out."
"I totally understand."
Even under the fluorescent work lights, Bridget is radiant. Scooping her up in my arms, I lift her up onto the nearest clean workbench. "You're breathtaking," I say softly. "Honestly, I've never seen a woman so beautiful, so soft and sexy. You're the dream girl I didn't even know I was looking for."
Her eyes snap shut. "I don't know what to say to that."
"I like having you taller than me," I murmur, tilting my chin up. I grin until she kisses me. At this angle it's even hotter, as her arms wrap around my shoulders.
My hand skims up her waist, pausing at the bottom of her breast. "Is it less romantic to touch you when there's no moonlight?"
"I think in these crazy modern times, we're just going to have to make do."
We lock eyes and smile as she gives me a slow nod. My hands slide up to cup her breasts and my lips drift along the top curve of her cleavage. Every curve, every inch, is so sensual. In less than a minute, her dress and bra are pulled down so that I can suck her perfect deep pink nipples. From the way her head falls back, fingers clutching my skin, I wonder if it's her first time.
"You're so soft and perfect," I murmur, caressing, clutching, drowning in her sweetness.
Bridget holds me close, soft little gasps filling the air around us. Wandering my way back up to her lips, the heat in her kiss gains strength. Bridget's hips are squirming slightly as she spreads her legs, wrapping her thighs around my waist to pull me closer.
"Do you want more, beautiful?"
"Mmmhmm."
My rough hands drift past her knees, gently sweeping along her tender inner thigh. "Is this where you want me?" My thumbs glide up and down along the edge of her panties.
"Yeah," she sighs.
I caress gently, feeling her warmth, watching her twitch as I nudge her clit through the flimsy fabric. I wait until Bridget is trembling and quivering before flipping up her skirt so that I can take a proper look. My knees almost buckle. Her pale pink panties are almost see-through, a damp spot growing where they cling to her skin. I had thought that her tits were spectacular, but her delicate pussy is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"Is this where you need my tongue?" My knuckle runs through her slit, still over the fabric, as the wet spot grows steadily.
"Yes." Her eyes are wild. "Please."
"Hold onto the edge of the table." We both seem surprised by the commanding tone in my voice. When I slip her panties off, she yelps from the chill of the steel table. "I'll warm you up, gorgeous."
