Page 34 of Beehive Yourself
“Focus.” Hallie laughs, swatting at my chest, the innocent contact doing nothing to calm me down.
“Bit hard for that.”
“Oh, come on…”
“Fine. I like being able to use their honey in the food I prepare. I sell and give away jars of it, keep my mama’s pantry stocked. Sometimes the forums have recipes to try along with medicinal uses for raw honey.”
“Have I mentioned how sexy you’re gonna look in yourtrust me I’m a beekeeperboxers?”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Oh, it certainly is.” She giggles, pulling me back toward the house.
“Thought you wanted to get a closer look at the bees?”
“I did and we will, but right now I need you inside.”
“Why?” I taunt her even as I let her pull me across the yard.
“Because you started talking about licking and being hard and now I think I want to taste a little of that honey off you.”
Stepping into me, she palms my cock through my shorts, and I can’t help but grunt. “It’s the thought of the bee-themed boxers that pushed you over the edge, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea.”
“Can’t say I hate your enthusiasm.”
With a laugh, she throws open the door and ushers me in. “You haven’t seenanythingyet.”
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HALLIE
“Is this blanket okay?” I ask, holding out the blue-and-white striped one I found in the closet.
“Sure,” he says and I yelp as he grabs my hips and lifts me off the ground, spinning us enough so he can set me on the island.
“What are you doing?”
“Tasting.”
“Sawyer!” I shriek, but he’s already pooled the hem of my dress around my waist, his fingers dragging my bathing suit bottoms to the side to lick my center.
“Keep it up and I’ll flip you over and fuck you with this up over your ass.” He pushes my dress higher as he inserts one finger inside me, sucking my clit into his mouth and pushing me fast and furiously toward the edge. “You love that, though, don’t you? When I bend you over and take you from behind.”
“Yes.”
It’s the second finger that does it, his ministrations too much to resist, especially when he curls them just right against that spot inside me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he praises, his face glistening with my arousal. The visual has my cheeks flushing as his gaze rakes overme, his intentions crystal clear. Grabbing my hand, he tugs me off the island, turning me away from him and pressing my chest against the granite.
The air is cool against my ass as he pushes my dress up and my bottoms down, his palm landing on my cheek with an audible smack.
“Sawyer!” I plead, pushing back because I need more. I need so much more.
“Wider, baby,” he commands, kicking my feet apart and spanking my other cheek before gripping both in his hands and spreading me open. “Oh, yeah, look how perfect you are.”
I feel the head of his cock at my entrance and I whine, pushing up on my toes as he slams inside me. I gasp and writhe as I feel his fingers digging into my flesh, squeezing and caressing and driving me wild.
