“What? I thought she was about seventy. Are you sure?” It occurred to him that Gran wouldn’t always be around and the thought didn’t sit well. Severton was Severton because of the people and Gran was a staple of the ensemble cast.
“Sure. I chatted to her about birthdays a few months ago and she let it slip.”
“When is her birthday?” He’d never known her to have a celebration or even mention it. She’d make a fuss out of other people’s – everyone in the village always received a card from Gran’s Post Office – but he couldn’t remember the date for hers or an occasion when it had been marked.
Abby shook her head. “I don’t know. She didn’t say. I just kind of picked up on her age. I would’ve thought you’d known.”
“No. That’s pretty shit that. We’ll have to find out. Plan a surprise for her.”
“Erect a statue in the village square.”
“Precisely.”
“Maybe with a replica of what she was wearing at the Valentine’s Day ball…”
His laugh was loud and full, shaking his head as if it would rid the sudden flash of the image coming back to taunt him. “No. Never that.”
“I’m trying not to picture it. What’s made you think of that today?”
“I needed to try and distract myself from all the things I wanted to do to you while I was climbing behind you. Gran was a way to stop things from feeling too uncomfortable.”
She started to laugh, which he wasn’t sure if it was the response he was seeking. Then when she turned to look at him, he saw the fire in her eyes, the want that was burning.
“Tell me what you would’ve done to me?”
“Abby…”
“No, tell me.” She stopped walking and put her hand on his waist. “What did you want to do?”
Alex slung his rucksack off his back to the floor. “I wanted to slip my fingers up your shorts and find out how hot your pussy was.” He kept his voice low, watching for her reaction.
“I knew you were watching my ass. I wanted to know what you were thinking.”
“That when we got to the top, I’d pull down your shorts and make you wet with my tongue. See if you could keep quiet just in case anyone was nearby.” He was holding her waist now, bare skin under his hands, his thumbs brushing just under the cropped top that had been driving him mad all day.
“I’d have been quiet.” Her words were barely a whisper.
“Do you think you can be quiet now? I could find out. But I’m betting I don’t have to do too much to make you wet enough for me to fuck you, do I?” He shifted a hand higher and brushed her nipple through the fabric. The shudder she gave was enough for him to be rock solid again, his cock desperate to be inside her and find its release and hers.
“We’re in the open. This is a pathway.”
“And we haven’t seen a soul since we parked the car. It’s long grass. Let’s just move a bit closer towards the trees.” Just behind where they were standing was a thicket of oaks and limes, giving a little shelter from prying eyes.
Abby didn’t respond with words. Her hands went to his belt and started to undo the clasp, allowing him to direct her back away from the path. A large boulder provided a small amount of privacy, but he knew they’d have to make this quick. Not that he had any expectations of being capable of turning this into a marathon session. She was driving him mad with the need to have her to the extent where he was finding it impossible to think straight and rationally.
By the time they were close to the trees and the couple of shrubs, his shorts were undone and Abby’s top was lose, the back of it not the easiest thing to undo, but he’d managed enough so that his mouth found her nipple as they collapsed onto the dry ground, his hands pushing down her shorts.
She was wet when he touched her. Her heat seemed to flow from his fingers all the way through to his chest, making his heart swell and his head become full of only her.
He trailed his tongue down, hearing her whimper, feeling her legs tense as she anticipated where he was moving to, how he was going to make her feel.
The sun’s rays touched their skin, warming everything, adding to the inferno that was building.
She whimpered his name as his tongue licked from her sweet centre to her clit, flicking first and then repeating the movement with wide pressure. He’d learned what she liked the last few days, knew how to get her there quickly and how to make her wait. As much as he wanted to prolong this and take the rest of the afternoon to lose themselves in each other, they were outside, with the birdsong and trees and any ramblers taking a very hot walk.
Alex felt Abby’s legs tense further and her fingers grasp his hair almost painfully as she came, her quiet cry almost completely muffled by a crow cawing from the trees. He didn’t give her a moment to settle, rising over her and pushing his shorts down just enough to completely free his cock.
His body nearly erupted already as her hand dropped down to grasp his erection, rubbing the bead that was already there at the tip. Her expression spellbound him; her lips were parted, her breathing raspy, her eyes dark with need and want.
