Page 13 of Turtle Dove

My heart begins to race and my skin begins to tingle. “You’re going to unwrap me under the tree?”

“Just like the gift you are.”

He takes my glass of wine from me and finishes the last gulp and then pulls me in for a kiss.

As our tongues meet, I feel the sweet, bitterness of the wine still present on his tongue. He’s sharing with me, blending the liquid in our mouths. I pull away enough to swallow and he does the same before we are on each other once again.

I push my hands onto his shoulders, trying to force him back so I can straddle him, but he stops me.

“Oh, no you don’t. This is my show tonight. My gift, remember?” he says with a smirk that nearly incinerates my panties.

“Then get on with it because you’re killing me here, Gray.” I kiss him again.

“So impatient sometimes.” He stands, bringing me up with him as if I weigh nothing.

“You love me anyway.”

“I do, my God, I do.” He places me on my feet. “Lie down. Head under the tree.”

“Um...what?” I arch my brow at him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and there is only one answer.

“With everything.”

Grayson

I’d like to say I have a full plan for what I’m going to do with her now that she’s under the tree, but I don’t. Honestly, all I’ve wanted to do since I saw her tonight was make her come with the lights twinkling across her body.

“Now that you have me here...” she says with a giggle. Her head is under the tree and her body is presented to me like a gift.

“Look up at the lights. I used to do this when I was a kid. Isn’t it beautiful?” I kneel at her feet and wrap my fingers around her ankles, pushing her knees up to bend.

“It’s stunning. A unique view.” Her last word comes out in a sigh as I place a kiss on the arch of her foot.

“It certainly is.” I kiss my way up her leg to her knee then curl my fingers into the waistband of her jeans. “Lift up a bit, baby.”

She complies, giving me the room I need to peel the fabric down her body, taking her panties with, thus exposing her bare sex to the cool air.

“I like where this is going,” she whispers. “But what if Cadence hears us?”

“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” I barely finish my sentence before I slide my tongue between the folds of her pussy. One, long stroke with the flat of my tongue, causes her to moan very loudly. “Not a good start, Darlin’.” I smirk.

“You can’t expect me to—Oh my God.”

I cut her off with a sharp suck on her clit. “I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you.”

“You’re so evil.” Her hips are starting to rotate. That’s her tell.

“Me? Evil? That’s hurtful. I think I should punish you for that.” I move away from her, standing and leaving the room.

“Wh-What? No. Come back. That’s not fair.”

I find what I need in the storage closet, just off the living room, only then do I return to find her trying to get up. “Don’t move, Mills. We aren’t done here.”

“Should I say, ‘Yes, Sir’? Who are you? Christian Grey?”

“Real men don’t need Sir.” I kneel between her legs again and grab her by the waist, pulling her across the hardwood until her thighs are splayed over mine and I can see her face.

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