Page 79 of Barefoot Dreams
With one hard yank, I rip the top off her body completely and taste her other nipple, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts as I do so. My other hand is desperately looking for a zipper or a button on her skirt but there’s nothing and I growl in frustration.
“Your skirt. It hates me.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s keeping you away from me. I need to feel your wet pussy, baby. Please tell your skirt to cooperate.”
“Trick it, slide underneath it,” Julie whispers.
I pull off her nipple with a pop. “That’s a good idea,” I tell her and lower myself to my knees, quickly pulling up the layer of her skirt and slipping underneath it.
Houston, we have a problem…
“Birdy, this wasn’t a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to come in my pants. Again.”
“You can’t! You need to give me babies, remember?”
“Mm-hmm, I do. But…” I wrap my hands around her bare thighs and inhale deeply, filling my nose with the scent of her arousal and my already hard and aching cock, is crying out in outrage. “You smell so good.” It comes out like a pained groan. “Better than any dream I’ve had,” I mumble to myself, pressing my nose into her cotton covered mound.
She’s wet. Soaking wet, and so am I because I’m leaking like a faulty sink.
Pull yourself together, Griffin. This is a serious business. We are making babies.
But I need just one taste. One taste before we go there. I stick out my tongue and drag a long lick across her soaked panties as the musky, sweetness spreads across my taste buds, driving me into a frenzy and I feel her shudder, grabbing onto my head over the fabric.
Go figure, she tastes like cherries everywhere. Her mouth, her tits and pussy.
Red, ripe, juicy cherries. I wrap my lips around her clit, over the wet cotton and suck it in. Hard. Julie gasps, rising onto her tippy toes.
“Birdy,” I groan, palming my aching erection as I look down to it and back up to her sweet pussy. “My dick can’t be sneaky underneath your skirt. And he really needs to fuck you.”
“Griffin.” Julie squirms, her tone so cute and needy. “Forget the skirt. She can’t tell me what to do.” And then there’s a ripping sound and the fabric is gone from around me as she sways on her feet, and I hold onto her tighter.
“There,” Julie pants out. “Now you can fuck me.”
I breath out a sigh of relief, but looking up at her from my knees brings me to them all over again.
God, she looks like a goddess. And I can’t move, can’t do anything but stare at her in awe as the moon shines brightly on her naked form. As it highlights her fiery hair that is trying toescape the confines of the knot she put it into for the evening. They look like smoldering embers that fly out of the blazing fire, and I find myself reaching to be closer to their warmth. Trying to catch them.
“What are you doing?” she whispers breathlessly.
“Trying to catch your beauty.”
“Oh…do you think we can put it in line after the babies thing. I think that was first.”
“Yeah. I can do that.” I wrap my hand around her legs, trying to lift her but I forgot I was kneeling and with a strangled yelp I send us both to the floor with Julie on top of me.
She falls over, bracing herself on her arms and that puts her pussy right in my face as her hands give away and she completely falls down, smothering me.
“I’m s-sorry,” she slurs slightly, and I find that cute.
“For what?” I mumble into her panties-covered mound, and she gasps again.
“For suffocating you with my radish. Wait, I don’t call my vagina radish. Ugh, it’s all Joy’s fault. She said that. Wait, why did I fall? I don’t remember trying to fall.”
