Page 119 of Barefoot Dreams
“Well, I am a man of my word, am I not?” I smirk. “I promised you babies. I delivered.”
Julie chuckles and cups my face, kissing it. “I love you, Griffin Owling, and we,”—she takes my hand, placing it on her stomach—“will have you today, tomorrow, and in every next lifetime.”
Her words wrap around my heart, pumping life into it and there’s so much of it, I almost can’t take any more. I need to be closer to her, I need to be one with her.
With delicate desperation, I kiss her. We’ve done it a thousand times by now, but this one somehow feels different. It feels like a crushing wave that will take you to the deep end. Like a seed that finally broke through its shell and surged up toward the sun.
It feels like the beginning of a day that’ll never end or a dream that becomes a reality.
It’s as if we are sharing the same thought because Julie burrows herself closer to my body, her lips so soft and pliant against mine as she gives herself to me without holding back. Without any walls or secrets between us. We are bare and vulnerable, and it feels so right.
I slide my hands over her body and lower her onto the soft grass behind, my body quickly following on top of her while our tongues caress against each other.
Every move is slow, unhurried, like we have all the time in the world. And we do.
She’s mine forever and I want to scream it to the world. I want to breathe it onto every dandelion over the meadow, sending the words with a blow of wind to every corner, every ear.She’s mine.
Julie is mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The second the words really settle into my brain, when they mix into the blood that flows through my body, the kiss picks up intensity but not the pace.
I don’t want to rush it. I want to feel each second of our love. I want to be filled with it.
Her delicate fingers brush against my T-shirt, searching for the hemline while mine trail over her overalls, sliding the straps off her shoulders.
Julie gasps, the sound so fragile when my fingers skin along her bare shoulder and down, down until I’m pushing the denim off, revealing the eclectic print bandeau containing her pretty tits.
Her fuller, bigger, more sensitive tits. How did I miss this sign?
“My Julie,” I breathe out when the palm of my hand glides over the curve of her breast, her hard nipple poking through it.
She moans, arching her back. Her eyes hooded as she watches me, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Off this beautiful, bright creature that I’m somehow lucky to call mine.
“You look so serene, lying amongst all these herbs and flowers. But you’ll look even better with my cock inside you.”
“H-here?”
“Here and now.”
Julie licks her lips and then slowly drags her hands down, hooking her pointer fingers into the bandeau and pushes it off.
“F-fuck.” I nearly choke at the sight of her tits spilling free, every inch of me itching to touch them, suck them. But the fairy vixen doesn’t stop there. With her green eyes locked on mine, she takes every piece of clothing off her body. And I’m tearing my shirt off the next second I regain consciousness. My pants and underwear following until I’m on my knees at her feet, slowly kissing up from her dainty toes to her ankle, her thigh, the curve of her hip and her stomach.
I pause there. “Is it okay? Can I have you when you’re pregnant?”
Julie nods. “Yes, please have me.”
I lick my lips in anticipation before pressing my lips back against her skin and kissing up her stomach, over her ribcage that fights for every breath. My nose brushes against the curve of her breast and Julie pants even harder, her hands gripping at the grass around her until she clutches onto my shoulder. And pleads.
“Please, please, please.”
I kiss her breasts, wet open-mouthed kisses everywhere but her nipples. “I want to worship this body before I destroy it,” I tell her, and she whimpers again.
The smooth head of my cock skims along the pearly skin of her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum in its wake.
The heat of her pussy drawing him insane with need, to sink into her drenched heaven.
