Instead, I sit on the cushions and eat with her.
A magnificent picnic is laid in front of us, and I try not to show the pain I’m feeling from getting down on the ground. I don’t want her to know the extent of it.
Hanging lanterns with candles in them surround us, and the whole thing is something out of a movie.
“Where did you get this idea?” I ask her as I bite into a hot buttered roll.
“A book I’m reading,” she answers. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.” I glance over her shoulder and there is a bed-shaped area behind her. “I can’t help but notice there is a bed here.”
“Um-hmm,” she nods. “We have to have dessert, don’t we?”
My heart swells three sizes. “You know me well.”
“I know that while you tolerate chocolate cake, you’d much rather lick me for dessert,” she agrees. “I do know you.”
I can’t eat my dinner fast enough knowing what awaits me. I’m not even worried that a passerby will hear the noise coming from the tent. To be fair, I’ve never worried much about what others might think.
I stand up carefully while Mila is still eating. I want her attention to be focused elsewhere, rather than on my troubles. I manage, and while I’m at it, I untie the silk cord holding open the door. It closes, and we have instant privacy.
Stepping carefully, I head to the bed area.
Mila follows, and when I’m on my back, she smiles, stripping her dress off.
She’s not wearing a bra or underwear.
I suck in my breath and stare at her and she is so beautiful that my gut hurts with it.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” she says sweetly, pulling a black satin scarf out of a cushion.
I raise an eyebrow. “So I can’t see you? Dislike.”
She smiles. “Oh, you’ll like. Trust me.”
“I have no doubt.”
Obediently, I tie the scarf around my eyes.
“Can you see?” Mila’s voice is low, next to my ear, and I can feel her nipples grazing my arm. I reach out to the cup them, and she pulls away.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? Lie still, babe.”
She ties my feet—each foot to something. And then my hands—above my head.
“Hmm. What do you have planned for me?” I ask. “Will I be gagged next?
She chuckles. “No. I need your mouth free and clear.”
She straddles my hips, and the moistness between her legs is next to my skin. It’s enough to spring my dick to life, and it pushes against her, hot and hard.
“Awww, you like me,” she points out with a laugh.
“Let me show you how much,” I suggest. She laughs again.
“In good time. For now, I have something for you to suck.”
She presses her full breasts against my mouth, and eagerly, I pull her nipples in, sucking at the pinkness, licking, lapping, then sucking again. It’s just how she likes it, and even though I’m the one who is bound, she’s the one who is moaning.