Page 55 of Patio Lanterns

“Comfortable?” he asked, smoothing his hand over the curve of her calf and up higher past her knee. She nodded.

“Good.” He reached down and pulled the release that eased them down further. “Now where were we?” he asked, leaning in to resume their kiss. His slow tongue slid between her waiting lips, finding its way back to the places it had just explored, setting her on fire as she relived exactly what that sinfully skilled organ of his was capable of doing.

Moments later, he came up for air. “Wine?”

“Um, sure,” she answered breathlessly.

He reached for a glass and brought it up to her lips, carefully tipping it so she could take a sip. The flavour of dark, rich fruit danced on her tongue. “Mmm… that’s nice,” she said, watching as he took a sip of his own.

Putting the glass down on the table, he then dipped a finger inside and brought it up to her lips, sensually painting them with wine. She kissed and suckled the tip of his finger, swirling her tongue up and down its length before drawing it deeper into her mouth.

“Ohhh,” he groaned. She released his finger with a wet pop, and he immediately crushed his lips against hers, replacing his finger with his eager tongue. She stretched herself fully against him, finding and feeling her way to places they fit so well together.

His hand slipped inside the opening of her robe and smoothed over her bare breast, tenderly fondling the fleshy orb. Heat instantly flared in her belly and spread everywhere. She arched into his touch, convinced he had magic in his fingertips.

He pulled off her mouth to dip his fingers back in his glass and brushed wine over her exposed nipple. Goosebumps. She giggled at the feel of pleasure prickling across her skin as he drew teasing circles over and around the rosy peak, puckered tight from his moistened touch.

“I love how sensitive your nipples are,” he said hotly. Her eyes were glued to the slow movement of his lips while he gently squeezed the aching nub between his fingers. “The way they harden when I touch and kiss them. The sweet sounds you make as I suck on them.”

She squeezed her thighs together. “Mmm… I do love how you suck on them.”

“I wonder if Miss July could come from me only playing with her tits?”

She bit her bottom lip, quite certain he was about to discover the answer was Oh God, yes. “Only one way to find out,” she told him, hoping he’d take it as a dare.

He lowered his head and lifted the underside of her heavy breast, bringing it closer to his mouth. With a sudden gust of heated breath, he blew on her taut nipple before drawing it into his mouth and closing his lips around it. She fisted his hair, holding his head in place, the flat of his tongue strumming her flesh while his huge, kneading hand massaged the other breast. Gasping, she tingled from head to toe, the pressure building between her thighs.

“Wait,” she panted, opening her eyes. “Let me get on top.”

His eyes flashed dark with desire. “Like in the shower?” In a heartbeat, he’d adjusted the angle of the chair so that they were sitting nearly upright. She maneuvered around to straddle his tree trunk thighs, and it aroused her to no end to be in the sexually dominant position. She felt totally in control, seated regally on his lap, as if she were a queen upon the throne of her king.

She looked down at him and smiled. “This okay for you?”

“More than okay,” he said, tugging at the belt still fastened at her waist. He parted both sides of her robe, mesmerized at the bobbling flesh of its contents. “Way more than okay.”

Her shoulders fell back, and the robe slipped down her arms, the thick velvet pooling around her naked body. He took his sweet damn time devouring the sight of her breasts, driving her wild with anticipation until his heated palms finally closed around them.

His touch was firm yet tender. As he fondled one boob, he suckled at the other, the gentle scrape of his teeth and the swirl of his tongue around her nipple shooting flaming arrows of desire straight to her core. His hands and mouth moved slowly, deliberately, as if exploring her breasts for the first time, yet already knowing precisely what she needed from him.

She pried her eyes open, looking down to watch him feasting on her tits like a man starved. He ravenously sucked at one nipple, while rolling and flicking the other stiffened nub with his fingers, his ministrations plucking the invisible strings directly tied to her heavy, bulging clit. Her hands desperately pulled at his shirt as he twisted and tightened the screws of her desire deep inside. So close.

Dizzy with want, she reached down between them and grasped his hot, stiff cock through the fabric of his shorts, massaging up and down the thick length of his fully formed hard-on. She felt up its deliciously firm head, so plump and ready, causing her to shudder as she envisioned sliding down on it.

He released her nipple from his lips with a delectable pop. “You want that cock, baby?” he rasped, kissing her neck hungrily. “Are you aching to feel it filling your sweet, wet pussy?”

Oh fuck. Dirty talk. Now he was using her arsenal of erotic weaponry against her.

“No cock until you come.” He redirected her attention, pushing the sides of her tits together and lustfully sucking both nipples into his hot mouth at once like a fucking Hoover. That did it. The sight, the sounds, the sensations—it was too much to take. She gasped as her body stiffened. Tossing her head back, her pressure-tensed hips locked as she finally caught up to the exquisite release she’d been chasing. “Oh fuck,” she cried out.

He reached down, rubbing her slippery, throbbing clit with the heel of his hand as his fingers fed her starving pussy. She grinded against the welcome friction. “Ohhh yeah, that’s it,” he urged, cutting through the dirty, wet suctioning sound of his fingers pounding into her. “Ride it out, baby. Ride it all the way home.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, an intense burst of pleasure rocketing her to the stars. Her body trembled as she continued to unravel, spinning, twisting, and finally, floating boneless, weightless, as if suspended in a sumptuous bed above the clouds.

“Now look at what you made me do,” she mewled, a lazy smile playing at the corners of her mouth as the spasms subsided.

“Miss July is filled with all sorts of wonders,” he said, looking up at her.

“Mmm, yes, she is.” Her gaze slipped down to the material straining to hold back his raging hard-on. “And speaking of filling, a promise is a promise,” she said. “These clothes of yours need to go.”

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