them dearly. But I never had a wild period in my teenage years. I didn’t want to disappoint them. If they could see me this week, well, I’d probably shock them right into simultaneous heart attacks."
"They don’t need to know." Justin took her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles. "It’s your life. You have to live it how you want to."
"How about you? Are you living the life you want?" She didn’t know why she asked it, but it was out there now and she couldn’t pull the words back in.
"I make people happy."
"That wasn’t what I asked."
He looked at her, really looked at her. It was as if she was the first person who’d seen Justin, the man beyond the sex object, in a very long time. "Right now, I am."
For the space of a heartbeat, she thought it might be the man he was off this ranch speaking to her. There was something different about his voice, like he’d peeled back a layer of a façade he wore while on the job. But then she mentally slapped herself. She was doing it again, looking for feelings that weren’t there. When she left the ranch, she was swearing off men for a good long time.
Justin reached over and dipped a strawberry in the chocolate fountain then brought the fruit to her lips. She opened her mouth and took a bite. "Mmm," she said.
He fed her another chocolate-covered strawberry then a slice of pineapple. She nabbed a cube of the poundcake, dipped it under the chocolate then brought it to his lips. He ate it in one bite then pretended he was going to bite her finger. She laughed and scooted away. But she wasn’t fast enough. He circled her waist with his arm and pulled her close.
"Just where do you think you’re going?" he asked.
"Not far," she said as she looked up into his eyes.
They kissed for a long time before Justin ran his hand down her cheek. "Lie back for me."
She didn’t ask why but did as he asked. When she was lying with her head and back propped up by the pillows, Justin tugged the belt holding her robe together. The robe fell open, exposing her nakedness to him. He turned away for a moment but returned with warm chocolate on his finger. He painted the tip of her breasts with it then bent his head to lick them clean.
Erin lost track of time as Justin dotted nearly every part of her body with chocolate and trailed his tongue in the wake of his culinary fingerpainting. Every nerve ending in her body was standing at attention.
"Make love to me," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.
Justin spread her legs and teased at her opening with his penis. He met her eyes and held her gaze as he slid all the way in. As he began to move, he framed her face with his palms. "You really are very beautiful."
So was he, but she didn’t say that. Instead, she used her body to show him.
* * * *
Erin woke sometime in the night, curled up next to Justin with her leg thrown over his and her head on his shoulder. They still lay in front of the fire, but Justin had pulled a quilt from the couch over the top of them.
He was awake too and nuzzled her ear. "I have an idea."
"Yeah?" She scooted back enough to see his face.
"You can say no, but I think I know a way to help you get over what your ex did to you."
"You’ve been doing a pretty good job of that already."
He smiled then placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Come with me." He stood, not bothering to cover himself, and led her across the room. When he stopped next to the table where they’d eaten meals together, she gave him a questioning look. "You do what he did, and enjoy it."
Erin’s eyes widened. "I...I don’t know."
Justin stepped close and nibbled on her ear. "Do you trust me?"
As strange as it might seem, she did. And a sudden urge to try this thing she’d never done, had thought that she’d never want to, rushed over her.
"Yes." She pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "But it has to be like it was in the shower, because that’s what he was doing. Hard, fast."
He gave her a crooked smile. "I think I
"They don’t need to know." Justin took her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles. "It’s your life. You have to live it how you want to."
"How about you? Are you living the life you want?" She didn’t know why she asked it, but it was out there now and she couldn’t pull the words back in.
"I make people happy."
"That wasn’t what I asked."
He looked at her, really looked at her. It was as if she was the first person who’d seen Justin, the man beyond the sex object, in a very long time. "Right now, I am."
For the space of a heartbeat, she thought it might be the man he was off this ranch speaking to her. There was something different about his voice, like he’d peeled back a layer of a façade he wore while on the job. But then she mentally slapped herself. She was doing it again, looking for feelings that weren’t there. When she left the ranch, she was swearing off men for a good long time.
Justin reached over and dipped a strawberry in the chocolate fountain then brought the fruit to her lips. She opened her mouth and took a bite. "Mmm," she said.
He fed her another chocolate-covered strawberry then a slice of pineapple. She nabbed a cube of the poundcake, dipped it under the chocolate then brought it to his lips. He ate it in one bite then pretended he was going to bite her finger. She laughed and scooted away. But she wasn’t fast enough. He circled her waist with his arm and pulled her close.
"Just where do you think you’re going?" he asked.
"Not far," she said as she looked up into his eyes.
They kissed for a long time before Justin ran his hand down her cheek. "Lie back for me."
She didn’t ask why but did as he asked. When she was lying with her head and back propped up by the pillows, Justin tugged the belt holding her robe together. The robe fell open, exposing her nakedness to him. He turned away for a moment but returned with warm chocolate on his finger. He painted the tip of her breasts with it then bent his head to lick them clean.
Erin lost track of time as Justin dotted nearly every part of her body with chocolate and trailed his tongue in the wake of his culinary fingerpainting. Every nerve ending in her body was standing at attention.
"Make love to me," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.
Justin spread her legs and teased at her opening with his penis. He met her eyes and held her gaze as he slid all the way in. As he began to move, he framed her face with his palms. "You really are very beautiful."
So was he, but she didn’t say that. Instead, she used her body to show him.
* * * *
Erin woke sometime in the night, curled up next to Justin with her leg thrown over his and her head on his shoulder. They still lay in front of the fire, but Justin had pulled a quilt from the couch over the top of them.
He was awake too and nuzzled her ear. "I have an idea."
"Yeah?" She scooted back enough to see his face.
"You can say no, but I think I know a way to help you get over what your ex did to you."
"You’ve been doing a pretty good job of that already."
He smiled then placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Come with me." He stood, not bothering to cover himself, and led her across the room. When he stopped next to the table where they’d eaten meals together, she gave him a questioning look. "You do what he did, and enjoy it."
Erin’s eyes widened. "I...I don’t know."
Justin stepped close and nibbled on her ear. "Do you trust me?"
As strange as it might seem, she did. And a sudden urge to try this thing she’d never done, had thought that she’d never want to, rushed over her.
"Yes." She pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "But it has to be like it was in the shower, because that’s what he was doing. Hard, fast."
He gave her a crooked smile. "I think I
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