Page 34 of The Biker's Virgin
Blaine raised his eyebrows at her and leaned down to kiss her. The kisses started tenderly, first small delicate touches of their lips together, then they grew hungrier, and their tongues and mouths became more aggressive. With their partially naked bodies pressed together Olivia could feel him growing hard. He pressed himself against her and even though she was soaking wet from swimming, she could feel her body getting wet in response to the warmth of his hard cock pressing against her. Blaine held her close to him with one arm around her waist and placed his other hand behind her neck. Olivia let her legs float up and wrapped them around his waist, she rocked her hips so that his cock slid back and forth against her. He pulled his face back from hers and kissed her tenderly again. She loved the way that his eyelashes clumped together like stars, and his hair fell onto his shoulders like a Viking warrior.
He stepped back off the rock and grabbed her by the wrists as they plunged into the deep water. Olivia squealed with laughter and swam back to the rock. When Blaine tried to gain his place on the rock, Olivia pushed him off and he fell back into the water with a huge splash.
“Oh, you want to start that do you?” Blaine laughed and swam for her. His powerful strokes had him at the rock in seconds and in one smooth motion he landed one foot on the rock, grabbed Olivia around her thin waist, and leapt off the other side.
They came to the surface laughing and flailing.
Blaine looked Olivia in the eyes, smiled and kissed her on the lips. “Your lips are blue. Let’s get out and dry off.”
Olivia could’ve stayed in that pond with Blaine forever. She finally understood the term ‘frolicking’ as that’s the only way she could describe their pond swim.
They raced to the edge of the pond and pulled themselves up on the sandy shore.
Olivia stood, suddenly self conscious in her see through white cotton bikini briefs and floral bra. She crossed her arms over her body and shivered.
Blaine wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back vigorously in an attempt to warm her up. She relaxed into him and nuzzled her face into his neck. They remained entwined together, in silence, for several minutes, the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on their damp bodies. Olivia looked up at Blaine and kissed his cheek. He smiled and grabbed her hand.
“Come on, the sun has dried off the dock, let’s get warmed up and dried off.”
Hand in hand they walked down the planks of the old dock. Blaine was right, the sun had been baking the wood and Olivia could feel its warmth radiating into her body. She could also feel the warmth of Blaine beside her. She sighed contentedly and stared up at the sky watching the bright white clouds do their slow marshmallow dance through the sky.
She reached for Blaine’s hand and he intertwined his fingers between hers. She was so happy, but couldn’t help but wonder why things hadn’t progressed any further than kissing. If he would’ve pulled at her panties, she would’ve let him take them off of her. If he would’ve pulled her bra down to expose her breasts, she would’ve let him kiss them. She shivered at the thought of his beard brushing against the pale sensitive skin of her pear-shaped breasts.
Just when she thought nothing else was going to happen, he reached out and touched her.
