Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Unless I want to do this halfway out of the cab of my truck within sight of her mom’s house, I have to drive. Even though walking is difficult with a hard on like I’m currently sporting.
Once I’m in the truck, I make myself drive to the park where I planned to picnic with her, and not turn toward my place and the soft bed that waits there. Special, I tell myself, make new memories. My cock doesn’t want to be persuaded, but I stick with the plan.
At the park, I unload the cooler bag and a basket, and when she offers to carry something, I let her take the blanket. While she spreads it on the ground, I retrieve two lanterns from my truck and light them, so we have candlelight.
“Okay, that’s genius. I love this,” she says appreciatively as she settles on the ground.
I open containers of cucumber salad, bulgogi and bibimbap. Daisy grabs a fork and digs into the BBQ bulgogi. “So good!” she says, “I used to get pork bulgogi from a food truck when I lived out west, but this is better.”
“Everything’s better here, Daze, don’t you know that?” I tease. She flashes me a mischievous smile.
“Is that what you’re trying to convince me?” she asks.
“Always,” I tell her, hoping she’ll think I’m just flirting, that I’m not pushing for more than she might be willing to give.
“Well, I’m starting to believe it,” she falters and then offers me a bite off her fork. I can’t resist, so I don’t even try.
I notice she’s sitting on her knees, then shifts to leaning to the side. She’s not comfortable. I put down my food and move to the other side of the blanket. I lean against a tree trunk and beckon her to join me. She grabs my food and hers, sets it beside my right leg and then scoots up so she’s sitting between my thighs and leans back against my chest.
I no longer want to eat. I want to hold her like this. I shut my eyes and wonder what force in the universe I’d have to persuade to let this be my whole life, right now. This alone would be more than enough.
After we eat, I open the champagne I brought, tell her that I want to make a toast.
“Is it to frozen Coke or mosquito repellent? Because I should’ve brought some.”
“New beginnings,” I say.
“Old friends,” she replies, tapping her glass to mine.
I lean in and kiss her softly. We drink the champagne and she whispers in my ear, “Take me home, Falconari.”
“Your mom’s?” I ask. She shakes her head.
“Take me to your place,” she says.
The glow I feel is insane. In no time we’re in the truck and heading to my home. My hand rides high on her leg as I drive. I want her so much I’m not sure how I’m concentrating on the road.
I hand her the key to my front door. While she unlocks it, I stand close behind her, kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her. She leans back into me for a second and looks up, kisses me.
We don’t even turn on the lights once we get inside. My shoes and shirt and belt, her little green sundress and sandals litter the floor as we peel them off on the way to the bedroom. In the doorway, I catch her around the waist and kiss her. Daisy lifts her arms to drape them over my shoulders and I feel her tits against my chest. The dart of arousal it sends through me is incredible. I dip my head and capture a stiff nipple in my mouth. I suck and lick, scrape my teeth along her sensitive bud. Her fingers clench in my hair, pulling as I nip at her flesh again.
I trail my hands down her sides and drop to my knees, kiss my way from her sweet nipples down the curve of her belly. I bury my face between her legs, inhale her scent. I give her a long, lush lick from her core before flicking the tip of my tongue under her swollen clit. She grabs my hair and holds my head, presses me hard against the place where she needs me. I could come from that alone.
I’m shaking now, and I feel the tremble in her hands when she touches my face, my jaw, my hair. I make her come with my tongue, then surge upward to hold her in my arms while she cries out and clings to me. Somehow, I get us to the bed, press her down into the mattress and kiss her again. She unfastens my pants and I kick them away, impatient.
I move her backward toward the bed and lay her down on her back. I lever myself above her, braced on my forearms. When I dip my face to kiss her, she reaches for me, holds me and kisses me back, sweet and languorous, nothing urgent. I lick into her mouth and rock against her core. I hold as still as I can, wait for her to give me a sign.