Page 30 of Major Dad

I have no doubt and I can’t wait. It’s been so long, my pussy twitches as I imagine his mouth trekking and hiking over my clit.

I want his hands on my fleshy mounds, his fingers tweaking my nipples, and his tongue in all the folds of my eager body.

Is it even safe to get naked in the forest? Shit, I don’t want to get caught by a group of Japanese tourists with Nikons.

“Are there many visitors to this park?” I inquire casually.

“This isn’t an official state park,” he says, as we approach a stream. “It’s government property.”

“So we’re trespassing?”

“Yeah. You did want to live dangerously?”

“If I get arrested at least I know I’ll have a good lawyer.”

“The best,” he says smiling. “I have a friend who works criminal law in Honolulu.”

“Oh, ha-ha. So you’ll get me arrested and then abandon me?”

“Never. I’ll be in the cell next to you.”

“That sounds fun.”

He turns towards me and puts his hands on his hips. “You never said you had a kinky side.”

“You asking?” I quip, holding his eyes as hard as I’d like to bury my lips in his.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his eyelids drooping with lusty hunger.

I think for a minute, staring into his blues that penetrate my soul. I hadn’t planned on sharing my filthy fantasies quite yet. I play for time.

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s a kinky thing you’ve wanted to try, but never have?”

“Oh, that’s a hard one,” I roll my eyes.

“Now I’m nervous,” he laughs. “I thought I was the experienced one.”

“I’m no virgin,” I snip. “But I’m not sure about anything too extreme either.”

“I’ll let you consider your options,” he says, turning back to the trail. “Come. We’re only a few minutes from the falls.”

Yes that’s what I want more than anything. To be under his solid body with Ethan making me come.

As we emerge from the trees shafts of light break through the misty clouds. Ethan takes my hand as a partial rainbow appears in the distant sky. I can hear the tumbling falls close. He leads me toward the mist and the spray caresses my heated skin. And then it appears, nearly fifty-feet of tumultuous water falling and crashing in front of me.

“Stunning,” I murmur, in awe.

“Exactly my thought,” he says, staring at me.

His eyes trail down the length of my body alighting at parts he’d like to ravage until I feel overwhelmed.

“You’re far more beautiful than any body of water.”

As I turn to him, he pulls me close. His arms wrap around me squeezing me into his ridges so my breasts crush.

“This is beautiful,” I say, leaning my cheek on his hard ab, the aroma of male sweat and bark and water spray mingling.

“You are beautiful.”

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