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Authors: Xavier Neal
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“Who says it has to end?” The question opens her mouth but I brush mine with it. She whimpers. I clutch tighter. Her hips grind again. “Just tell me one thing.”
Breathlessly she asks, “What?”
“On the other side of this line, are you all mine? And only mine?”
“Yes.”
“That's all I need to know,” I declare and crush my lips against hers.
Dissolving in my lap, Jazz whimpers once more, this time as my tongue enslaves hers. One of my hands burrow in the back of her hair, latching her in place as my other explores the curves I've been begging to get better acquainted with. Recklessly, my mouth consumes her, tasting every corner, every curve, every crumb I can possibly find until the sweat that's covering her body isn't just from the heat of the sun any more. Damn. Why the fuck did I wait so long again?
Day 16 in Georgia
Jazz fiddles with the radio in the truck beside me an unmistakable grin on her face. It's the same one she's been sporting since we made out on our horseback expedition. She gets it after a good tongue on tongue session I've learned. It's a cross between a giddy school girl and a very horny woman. I know because I have a similar dopey look on my own mug. While the last three days would have been better if we would've started making the bed squeak, my respect for body and desire to do this right are slightly stronger than my willpower to fuck the hell out of her. Only slightly. But that's fading faster than I care to own up to. Problem is, I'm not sure she's ready for us to go there. Just the little under the shirt action I've been gifted has me confused on her comfort zone levels. It's like she doesn't know whether she wants me to rip her shirt off or tuck in to never touch her again. Fuck. I pray it's not the latter.
“Your cogitation is making my head hurt,” she snaps me out of my own head, a Marshall Tucker song filling the truck.
Playfully I say, “Can't you just say thinking?”
With a smirk she says, “No. Now, I thought festivals or fairs or whatever were supposed to be fun.”
“They are.”
“Then why do you look like your pet cow is going to slaughter?”
The comparison is spot on. That's when I learned it's best not to name animals unless you know for a fact they are pets and not food.
“I uh...well, the last town fair I went to was the day I left. It was also my 19th birthday. It was the worst day of my entire fucking life, so forgive me if I'm not thrilled to be here.” I park the truck in one of the more empty parking lots a good distance from the activities.
“But you have to be here because it's your family's annual Peach Celebration, so put your big boy underwear on, and get ready to show me a good time.” Jazz demands.
Hearing the sass out of her mouth shoots straight to my dick. Instantly, I reach out and pull her until she gets the hint to sit in my lap. I'm becoming addicted to this position. Infatuated with the idea of her naked like this.
“I can show you the best time darlin'. Right now.” My tongue wets my lips as my hands slowly run up her thighs.
Jazz arches slightly into me and softly moans.
“You like that?” I let my hands creep a little higher as she scoots a little closer to me. A pleased hum vibrates the two of us. My dick stiffens even harder. Slowly I slip my hand closer to the spot between her legs, inches from her silk thong. The fabric on my fingertips has them so anxious they slightly slip underneath. “Tell me you want this
Breathlessly she asks, “What?”
“On the other side of this line, are you all mine? And only mine?”
“Yes.”
“That's all I need to know,” I declare and crush my lips against hers.
Dissolving in my lap, Jazz whimpers once more, this time as my tongue enslaves hers. One of my hands burrow in the back of her hair, latching her in place as my other explores the curves I've been begging to get better acquainted with. Recklessly, my mouth consumes her, tasting every corner, every curve, every crumb I can possibly find until the sweat that's covering her body isn't just from the heat of the sun any more. Damn. Why the fuck did I wait so long again?
Day 16 in Georgia
Jazz fiddles with the radio in the truck beside me an unmistakable grin on her face. It's the same one she's been sporting since we made out on our horseback expedition. She gets it after a good tongue on tongue session I've learned. It's a cross between a giddy school girl and a very horny woman. I know because I have a similar dopey look on my own mug. While the last three days would have been better if we would've started making the bed squeak, my respect for body and desire to do this right are slightly stronger than my willpower to fuck the hell out of her. Only slightly. But that's fading faster than I care to own up to. Problem is, I'm not sure she's ready for us to go there. Just the little under the shirt action I've been gifted has me confused on her comfort zone levels. It's like she doesn't know whether she wants me to rip her shirt off or tuck in to never touch her again. Fuck. I pray it's not the latter.
“Your cogitation is making my head hurt,” she snaps me out of my own head, a Marshall Tucker song filling the truck.
Playfully I say, “Can't you just say thinking?”
With a smirk she says, “No. Now, I thought festivals or fairs or whatever were supposed to be fun.”
“They are.”
“Then why do you look like your pet cow is going to slaughter?”
The comparison is spot on. That's when I learned it's best not to name animals unless you know for a fact they are pets and not food.
“I uh...well, the last town fair I went to was the day I left. It was also my 19th birthday. It was the worst day of my entire fucking life, so forgive me if I'm not thrilled to be here.” I park the truck in one of the more empty parking lots a good distance from the activities.
“But you have to be here because it's your family's annual Peach Celebration, so put your big boy underwear on, and get ready to show me a good time.” Jazz demands.
Hearing the sass out of her mouth shoots straight to my dick. Instantly, I reach out and pull her until she gets the hint to sit in my lap. I'm becoming addicted to this position. Infatuated with the idea of her naked like this.
“I can show you the best time darlin'. Right now.” My tongue wets my lips as my hands slowly run up her thighs.
Jazz arches slightly into me and softly moans.
“You like that?” I let my hands creep a little higher as she scoots a little closer to me. A pleased hum vibrates the two of us. My dick stiffens even harder. Slowly I slip my hand closer to the spot between her legs, inches from her silk thong. The fabric on my fingertips has them so anxious they slightly slip underneath. “Tell me you want this
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