She dips a spoon in and takes a few more mouthfuls, smiling after each bite. Once she’s had her fill, she sits back and sighs pleasantly, staring out over the field.
I can’t look at anything buther.
This view, my home, I know how extraordinary it is. I worked hard to get it, and I never grow tired of how the morning sun drips over the land.
Sam outshines the sun.
She sighs and sips her coffee, lips gracing the mug, making me envious of the ceramic that gets to feel her. She’s let her feet slip out of her sandals, toes curling against the breeze, long legs riding up into thighs so full that her shorts stretch at the seams.
“Like what you see?”
I blink, caught red-handed undressing her with my eyes. Sam leans back on the wrought iron chair and laughs. “Oh, God. You want it just as bad as I do, huh?”
I can’t help but smile. “Is it obvious?”
“Isn’t it with me?”
“Yes.” I nod. “But I don’t want to be too forward.”
Sam drops the chair onto four legs and sighs. “How about we throw politeness and gentlemanly behavior out the window, just for the weekend?”
She rises, not bothering to slip her sandals back on as she saunters over to me.
I stay seated, staring into those beautiful green eyes.
“Tell me exactly what you’re thinking,” she says, licking her lips. “When you look at me, what do you feel?”
I lean forward and run my hands from her calves up her thighs. I’ve never felt anything so delicate, so smooth and inviting. My fingers dig into the athletic muscles of her legs… dancer’s legs, toned and firm.
“Looking at you, your perfect body…” I hum, gazing up at her, “I feel like I’m stillhungry.”
Slowly, I grip the hem of her shorts and tug. They slip down her hourglass hips, curving down until I pause at her mid-thigh.
Sam stares at me, nods quickly, bites her lip, and groans. “I’ve been thinking about this since we met…”
Her shorts fall past her knees. I help her step out of them, lifting her right leg so that she slides her delicate foot between my legs on the chair. A pair of thin, lacy red panties pop against her pale skin, and I finally lay my eyes on the thin tattoo that runs from her side and down her hip, ending in a curling vine and a rose on her upper thigh. The ink is light enough that I fear it’ll wipe away when I touch it.
I trace it in its entirety, following the path until my fingers slide under her pretty little panties.
“You are the only thing on my mind, Sam,” I hum, planting my first kiss on her knee. “Last night, you consumed me. I could barely sleep. All night, I played your dance in my mind. I watched you again and again…”
“God, I love the way you talk,” she laughs, shivering as I touch her. “The words you choose. Your accent…”
“My parents immigrated here from Finland.”
“Cloudberries. Right,Thor.” My name on her tongue makes my cock swell. “Last night… when you were thinking of me… did you touch yourself?”
I hum onto her thigh, kneading it greedily, working my lips toward her panties.
“Would that excite you?”
“Everything about youexcitesme…”
Her toes stretch, brushing the bulge in my jeans.
“I refrained,” I say, pulling her hips toward me. With my nose exploring her panties, taking in her sweet scent, I breathe against the little wet spot in the fabric. “I wanted to wait. To have you. To havethis.”
Sam gasps and moans softly as I pull her thin panties aside, revealing perfect, swollen pink lips topped by a mound of smooth dark hair. She’s already soaked, glazed and waiting to be tasted.
