Page 17 of Patio Lanterns

“Now turn your sweet ass around,” he commanded. She did as she was told. He didn’t touch her, but took a moment to admire the view as water streamed from her soaking wet hair down the gradient of her back. His eyes traced the meandering path of the rivulets, sliding over her skin, down to the ivory rounds of her ass.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled devilishly. “Anything wrong?”

“Not at all,” he said, feeling up the globes of her delicious bottom. “Everything back here is definitely fiiiine.”

She popped out her ass and grinded against his cock, cooing as he slipped between her pillowy cheeks.

“I swear woman, keep that up, and you’re going to turn me into an ass man.”

“It’ll never happen,” she said. “You’re a boobs man for life.” She squeezed a dollop of body wash into her palm and began massaging the slippery film over the glorious slope of her breasts and into the valley between them. He insisted on taking over, lifting and kneading her soaped-up tits, the suds covering them thickening into foam.

Goddammit, she’s right.

As he lightly pinched and pulled her slippery nipples, the stiffened peaks poking through the halo of bubbles surrounding them, she reached back for his cock again. She massaged, twisting her hand up and down, her handiwork quickly building up a foamy lather as she worked him into a frenzy until he was teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Unclenching his jaw, he spun her around to face him, breathlessly diving back between her lips and kissing her until the water had rinsed them clean. His hand slid down her belly, his fingers reaching out to graze the soft petals of her sex.

“Uh-huh, oh yeah, that’s the spot,” she murmured, placing her foot on the shower bench to grant him better access. His fingertips curled inside her slick, wet heat, and he pillaged her as his thumb swirled around the hard pearl of her clit. He loved the nuance of each sound and sigh she made in her building arousal as much as how eagerly her body responded for more. Clasping her hands around his neck, she rolled her head back. Her breathing quickened as her breasts rose and fell, hips rocking against his fingers as she chased after the satisfaction she sought. He quite literally had her in the palm of his hand.

She released a deep, guttural moan and pushed against him as she spasmed repeatedly on and around his fingers. “Fuck me,” she wheezed, the aftershock tremors so strong throughout her body that they caused a ripple effect in his.

He backed them up to the built-in shower bench. “I need you now,” he said, his voice shaking with urgency. The moment his ass smacked down on the cool stone, she crawled onto his lap, her knees parked on either side of his thighs.

“Wait, wait,” he pleaded, tearing open the condom.

“Hurry,” she insisted, wiggling her tongue in his ear. Good God, this woman.

She’d barely allowed him time to roll it on before she inserted his cock, eliciting pleasurable groans from them both. He clamped his hands down on her ass, urging her to stay still as he revelled in the exquisitely tight fit of her heat.

He looked up and met the desire in her eyes. She threw back her shoulders and shoved her bountiful boobs in his face, signalling that her nipples were in urgent need of attention. With both hands gripping her ass cheeks so tight she’d surely be branded with his fingertips, it left only his mouth free to satiate her desire.

He slurped up one wet nipple, working it back into a rigid state with his tongue, before moving to the other, lapping until saliva coated his chin. Just as he popped off one tit, she shoved the other back into his mouth. Bouncing between her boobs left little time to breathe, but he revelled in being smothered by her generous breasts. Death by ecstasy. What a way to go.

Burying his face between her fleshy mounds, he gave them a playful motorboating before returning to give individual attention to the bullet points aimed at him. As his licks and sucks graduated to teasing nips and gentle bites, she spread her thighs further apart, a heated “yessss” escaping her lips as her body stiffened and she began to quiver.

“Argh, you’re going to make me fucking come again, aren’t you?” she grunted, furiously grinding on him. Their breathy moans echoed off the surrounding tile and glass as she began to fuck him senseless. Skin slapping against skin, she held on tight and begged him to give it to her hard and fast. He met her thrust for thrust, giving all he could give. He’d been primed for this, his engine revving high long before they’d even hit the starting line.

Her body clenched tight, her mouth opened in a silent moan of euphoria. Watching her let go and completely surrender to a pleasurable release was a beautiful thing, but knowing he was able to give her what she needed made it even more gratifying.

As she quaked in his arms, the bliss of being sheathed in her pulsing heat caused his eyes to roll back, her velvety vice milking his cock like both their lives depended on it. The utterly carnal experience of fucking this woman was so incredibly good, it deserved to be savoured, and he would do everything in his power to bottle each moment, every sensation, saving them to enjoy endlessly for the rest of his earthly life.

She changed up her rhythm and her inner walls squeezed and released him. He hissed, unable to hold back any longer. He pumped faster, slamming into her heat again and again until his aching balls pulled taut. Heart pounding and mind reeling, his tense, fiery muscles pulsed until finally, he let go with a shuddering gasp, a release so intense it knocked him back against the tiled wall.

They clung tightly to one another, catching their breath as water rained down on them from above. Sweetly, she cradled his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly, her tongue lightly grazing his lips before it playfully caught a water droplet on the tip of his nose.

Rick gazed up at her face and fell into the depths of Robin’s eyes. Out of nowhere, he was overcome by a rogue wave of warmth and affection that knocked him off balance, rendering him powerless against being swept away. With every fibre of his being, he wanted to beg her not to leave. He wanted to tell her that she could keep his shirt and claim one side of his bed and that he would bring her to orgasm whenever, however, and for as many times as she demanded. That he’d give up the next ten years if she would stay with him for just one more day. That she already fucking possessed him.

Scary to think that in only a matter of hours, he was willing to turn his entire life upside down for this remarkable woman, and yet, he couldn’t remember anything feeling more right.

In that moment, there were a thousand things he wished he could tell her, but now, looking into Robin’s smiling eyes, he only managed one. “Thank you.”

8

Robin

Robin pushed open the front door of the general store and stepped back in time. The metallic echo of the bell jingling overhead instantly unlocked memories of being a kid in that candy store with a couple of loonies burning a hole in her pocket, feeling like she owned the world.

Inside, little had changed. The stale air still smelled like cobwebs and old newspaper, earthy and dank, mixed in with the faintly sweet scent of tobacco. There were two long rows of shelving on either side of the middle aisle, stocked with dry goods and various sundries, from frying pans to playing cards. The creaking floorboards that ran from the front of the store to the back were still intact, but alarmingly spongy as she stepped on them.

Robin grabbed a basket and followed Mutt’s lead, his sniffer taking him directly to the pet supplies. She browsed the meagre but adequate offerings, choosing a leash, a brush, an extra large bottle of flea and tick shampoo, a rawhide chew, and the least expensive brand of dog food. If Mutt thought he was dining on ribeye steak every night while at the lake, he was sadly mistaken.

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