Pretty Hurts (Left 1.50)

“Depends on the type you’re making. It can be anywhere from two weeks plus. Well, adding an additional two weeks for bottle conditioning.’

“Bottle what now?” I ask.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Bottle conditioning. At its most basic, it’s allowing the beer to naturally carbonate.”

“How does that work?”

“By letting the yeast eat the sugar which causes fermentation. During this process, the C02 will bubble up and escape, leaving you with your end product of beer.”

“I’d like to see that some time.”

“We’ll brew one together.”

His easy agreement makes me smile. “How long have you been doing this?”

“About four years. I got a brew kit for Christmas, and I was hooked. Are you a beer drinker?”

I wrinkle my nose. “I like beer as much as the next person, but I’m more of a classic cocktails kind of woman. Give me a decent liquor with a splash of this and a splash of that, and I’m happy. Think Mint Juleps and Bee’s Knees. I tend to play bartender at parties.”

Turning, I spot an unfinished piece of wood on the work table in the center of the room. I walk over and trace the smooth angles, wondering what it will one day be.

“That’s going to be for you,” he says.

“Me?” I peer at him, surprised.

“I get the wood, and the pieces speak to me. The minute I got the Butternut sample in, I knew it was for you. Smooth, soft, and a beautiful brown that has malleable properties but a coarse grain which makes it strong,” Edgar says. He runs the tip of his finger over the wood just centimeters from where I hold it.

“That’s how you view me?” I whisper.

“A beautiful mystery I’d like to strip down? Yes.” His eyes burn into mine, and my chest grows tight. “You keep looking at me like that, darling, and I’m going to give you what those big brown eyes are asking for.”

“A-and that is?” Is that really my voice all husky?

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He pins my body against the table, placing an arm on either side of my body. I grip the edge for support. My heart beats double time as his woodsy, masculine scent envelops me.

“This …” He traces the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. I open, yielding to him with a sigh. His tongue darts inside of my mouth, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush to him. I moan. He tastes like beer, honey from the Sopaipillas, and man.

Winding my arms around his neck, I lose myself in the kiss. Our tongues slick together. I tilt my head, exploring his mouth. He lifts me up cupping my ass and squeezing my cheeks. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rock against the bulge in his jeans. My panties are soaked, and my body is tense in anticipation of more stimulation.

“Edgar.”

“I love the sound of my name on your lips, darling.” He sets me down on the table and pushes my skirt up around my waist.

“Now let’s see how many times I can get you to say it.” His fingers trail up my legs, leaving behind licks of fire. He massages my inner thigh, moving higher until his knuckles graze my panties. I jerk. “So wet.”

He nips my bottom lip and lowers me to the table, nudging my legs even farther apart. “Can I make you feel good, darling?”

“Please.”

He goes to his knees, removes my panties, and tosses them over his shoulder with a devilish grin.

“You won’t be needing those anymore.” He leans in and inhales deep. “You smell so good. I have to taste you.” I tense. We’re moving fast, but I want every minute of it. “Let me have your nectar, little flower. We don’t have to go any further than that tonight.” I relax. He runs a finger down my slit. “So smooth and slick.” Pleasure zings through my body. It’s an electric pulse that matches the ache in my center. He tilts my ass and licks me from crack to clit. I cry out, stunned by his wild abandonment. I’ve never had a man give me head like this.

I swear he’s trying to put a spit shine on my pussy. His tongue leaves no part of me untouched. He flattens his tongue to my clit and flicks it fast and hard.

“Oh, yes. Edgar. Just like that.” I thrust my hips, fucking his face. His soft beard heightens my sensitivity as it brushes over my flesh. He moans and the vibrations send me to the brink. I clamp my thighs around his head and roll my hips, seeking more. When he drives his tongue deep into my pussy, I explode. My brain melts as I convulse, letting the pleasure roll me over.