At the back of my mind was the brief worry she’d hit me for doing this, but instead, her arms went around my neck– and not to choke me which was a relief - and she kissed me back, taking control.
The taste of her was finally in my mouth again. Every so often I would skim her lips with the tip of my tongue, addicted to how soft they were.
Not wanting to rush her or overwhelm her, I reluctantly pulled back and gave her a couple of slow kisses before moving my head away from hers completely. I wasn’t quite ready to release her altogether though, so I kept my arms around her and buried my face in the top of her hair just breathing in the sweet smell of her. It should have been awkward with us both kneeling on the grass, but it just wasn’t.
“I don’t know what to say,” she muttered into my chest making it sound muffled.
Grinning, I turned my head to the side so that my cheek was resting on her hair and answered. “I don’t know that there is anything to say, apart from I loved every second of that kiss.”
Her hands started to move gently on my back, just rubbing up and down slightly like she was afraid to make a full pass of my back. Wanting to encourage her to do just that, I ran my own up and down her. Her sigh into my chest was a huge relief. In fact, feeling how relaxed she was at that moment was a huge relief.
“I did too,” she eventually said, sighing and pressing into me a bit more.
I allowed myself a couple of minutes just holding her like this, but when my knees started to go numb and I was getting pins and needles in my feet, I realized that she might be getting it too and reluctantly moved back.
“Hungry?” I lifted my hands so that I was holding her face and watched as her beautiful eyes focused on me.
“I think I smelled Funfetti,” she whispered, her lips twitching with the need to grin like a kid at Christmas.
One day I’d make her feel the same way the damn cake did.
That thought must have shown on my face because she called me on it. “What was that?”
Trying to act as nonchalant as I could, I innocently asked, “What was what?”
“That look,” she pointed at my face. Her finger was close to me, so to distract her, I nipped the tip of it with my teeth. “Hey!”
I wasn’t fast enough to avoid the sharp tug to my beard.
“Never ever disrespect the beard,” I warned her, smoothing it down with my hand. “It’s sacrilege!”
“To whom?” she snickered, making a point of holding her hand out to the side and rubbing her fingers like she was trying to get some beard hairs off of them.
“To the Beard Gods.”
She stared at me for a second before she burst out laughing. “Beard Gods?” she wheezed. My eye was ticking slightly– who didn’t know that those Gods existed? “Like Santa?”
This was actually a good point. Who were the Beard Gods exactly? I knew they existed, hell there were enough t-shirts and coffee cups with Beard God slogans on them (most of which I already owned), but none of them ever gave a name.
Maybe it was Santa?
She started laughing even harder when I didn’t answer.
“Funfetti,” I reminded her when I still hadn’t come up with a response. That stopped her laughter in its tracks and instead drew a deep sigh out of her.
Fucking cake!
Completely ignoring all of her other favorites, she picked up a confetti cupcake - with blue frosting and confetti on it this time - and bit into it. As she got to the bottom of the cupcake, her eyes widened and she pulled back, her lips covered in icing.
“What’s that?” she sounded almost disgusted as she pulled the side off the cake and looked at what was hidden inside it.
“You mean you can’t tell?”
This was something I hadn’t foreseen even being a possibility. She could sniff both cakes out a mile away, so how couldn’t she tell them apart?
Giving it a poke, she pulled her finger back and then licked it with the tip of her tongue making me groan.
“Cinnabon?”
Her eyes shot to me in surprise before she shoved the rest of the cake in her mouth all at once. Her ability to take a lot in her mouth was impressive and made things south of my border a little uncomfortable.
The blue frosting now covering her lips made things even more uncomfortable.
The loud groans of ecstasy coming out of her, though, were the hardest to deal with– literally.
Squeezing my hands into fists, I started counting in my head to distract me from it all. Fucking cakes!
I got from one to two before I lost it and reached out for her, pulling her to me. This time it wasn’t the gentle kiss like the one before.