“Yeah, a delicious taco.”
We walk away from the ice cream place until we arrive at a more secluded spot. There’s a small pond with benches surrounding the area. Instead of sitting on the bench, Chase and I sit on the grass near the water.
“How are we supposed to eat this monster-sized ice cream taco?”
“Like this.” He lifts the taco and brings it to my lips, so I can take a bite. It’s sweet and cold and delicious.
“Mmm… So good.” I go to take another bite, but he pulls it back over his head, reminding me of when he stole my laptop and did the same thing.
“Uh-uh, you have to share,” he says with a smirk.
Unlike last time, he’s on the ground with me, and within reach. Before he realizes what I’m doing, I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. Out of shock, he falls back slightly, just barely holding on to the ice cream.
I reach for the ice cream and pluck it out of his hand. “You share,” I tell him, taking a big bite.
He laughs, then his arms go around my waist. He lifts his upper body up, colliding with my own, and his mouth crashes against mine. His tongue delves between my lips, swirling against mine. “Mmm… you taste delicious,” he murmurs against my mouth.
My center grinds against his pelvis, and I feel the hard bulge in his pants. I glance around and it’s dark, not a person in sight. It would be so easy… too easy…
I drop the ice cream into the grass and Chase groans, as if he knows what I’m about to do. “Baby, someone might see,” he starts, but I shut him up with my mouth.
I quickly undo his zipper and pull his dick out of its confines. Since I’m in a dress, I simply pull my panties to the side and then guide myself onto Chase. To anyone walking by, it would look like I’m just sitting in his lap.
“Fuck, butterfly,” he grunts, when I lift up slightly and then slam down. Without any foreplay, I’m tight around him, to the point it’s almost painful.
His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking and licking my sensitive flesh. His fingers pinch my nipple, tweaking and pulling on the erect nub through the thin material of my dress and bra. His other hand finds its way under my dress and lands on my clit, massaging gentle circles across it. Soon, I’m soaking wet, sliding up and down his shaft. And then I’m coming. Hard. His mouth connects with mine, muffling my sounds of pleasure, as he chases and finds his own orgasm.
When we’ve both come down from our highs, out of breath and spent, he chuckles softly, his eyes meeting mine. “You never cease to amaze me,” he says softly, kissing me hard on the mouth. “It’s the most beautiful thing, to watch you spread your wings and fly.”
Georgia
Me: You guys up for some lunch?
I’ve been working all morning on designing a new website for a huge internet-based company and when I finally came up for air, I realized I hadn’t eaten all day and I’m starving… and missing Chase. He’s been busy at the station the last several days because one of the guys on another shift moved and they need to hire someone to replace him. Since they’re short a man, he and a few other guys have been covering the guy’s shift, which means, aside from the couple nights he slips into my bed and makes love to me before disappearing before I wake up, we’ve barely seen each other.
Chase: Made by you? Always. We’re just getting back from a house call, so we’re all starved.
I find a recipe I have all the ingredients for, and once I’m done making it, I package it up in a container and drive over to the station. I park my truck and grab the dish, and am walking up the drive, when I hear something. I stop and listen. Crying.
I glance around but don’t see anyone. Setting the food down on a bench in the garage, I walk slowly toward where the crying is coming from, until I find a stroller with a baby in it near the front door. I rush over to it and look around for the owner of the baby. Who in the hell would leave a crying baby here?
Unable to handle the sound of the baby crying, I pick her up to try to soothe her. Luckily, it’s fall in October and in the seventies. Even with the temperature on the cooler side, she’s still warm. Her face is red and splotchy from crying and when she looks up at me with her beautiful, tear-filled hazel eyes, my heart is physically removed from my chest.
“Shh, it’s okay, pretty girl.” I hold her close, hoping to slow her crying down, and thankfully it works.