Page 20 of Tease Me

My clit throbbed, wanting his attention, and I dug my toes onto the soft picnic blanket and raised my hips higher, silently willing him to touch me. He obliged, and with his mouth still on my breast, he rubbed his hands over the thick denim between my legs. I wanted to tear every scrap of clothing from my body, to lay myself bare for his approval, but I forced myself to wait, savoring every exquisite second, willing to ride out the anticipation.

He glided his fingers into my jeans, and I reached down to undo my zipper, but he playfully slapped my hand away. My breathing grewdeeper, as did his, and I sucked in my belly and parted my legs, giving his fingers room.

The clothing restriction was as excruciating as the anticipation, and my pussy grew wet even before his probing fingers reached their destination.

Why the hell did I wear jeans?

Henry groaned, and Igroanedwith him as I writhed on the blanket. His fingers found my clit, and I just about shot right out of the bushes. The pressure of his hand beneath the denim was delicious agony. I gasped as he flicked my delicate nub, and at the same time, he drew my nipple out with his lips, stretching it until my hardened flesh snapped from his grasp.

He did it again, concentrating on two of my erogenous zones with mature professionalism. My orgasm was greedy, growing more intense with every movement he made.

I clenched my jaw and sucked my breath through my teeth, resisting the climax that threatened to wet my jeans at any second.

“Please, Henry, take my jeans off.”

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Soon.”

He glided his hand farther between my legs, and the squeeze of my jeans placed the ball of his hand against my clit. His fingerglidedinto me. My world tilted. I heard nothing; I smelled nothing as every inch of my bodywas ravagedby desire.

I raised my hips, reached out, and clutched the blanket. “Oh God,” I yelled as an orgasm tore through me.

I snapped my knees shut. I opened them. Iwas trappedin another world where my body was in control, and there was nothing I could do.Hisfinger plucked my clit,hismouth devoured my breast, and my pussy pulsed out my climax over and over.

I snapped my knees shut again, trapping his hand in my jeans, and I clenched my jaw as every muscle in my body rode out the miracle that rolled through me. Warm sensations caressed me like a big fluffy blanket, filling me with a massive dose of contentment. I’d officially found Heaven andwas preparedto stayrightwhere I was all day.

It was an eternity before I heard the crashing waves again and felt the whisper of breeze across my moistened breasts. I opened my eyes to see the most incredible sight. Henry had his eyes closed, and the look of pure satisfaction and serenity on his face was glorious, though it was in direct contrast to the ragged rising and falling of his chest.

I waited for him to look at me, andwhen he did,a beautiful smile curled on his lips.When our gazes met,it was likea sense of knowing crossed between us. Something unique had just happened. I didn’t know quite what, but I didn’treallyneed to know either.

I tried to ignore the moisture between my legs as I propped up on my elbows. “How did we do? New memory created?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good? More like magnificent.”

He eased backward and helped me to sit. The first thing I did was look at my jeans, but I wished I hadn’t. “Oh, crap. It looks like I wet my pants.”

“You did wet your pants.”

I slapped his arm. “Thanks to you.”

“Are you complaining?” He cocked his head in a cheeky grin.

“No. But what am I going to do?”

Chapter Six

“You can wrap the blanket around yourself.” Henry nodded at the picnic blanket.

Trying not to look at the wet patch at the crotch of my jeans, I curled my legs to the side. “Great. I’ll look like a hobo.”

“A gorgeous hobo.”

I tugged on my bra, T-shirt, and jacket and wrapped my scarf around my neck.

“Want an Iced VoVo?” He held forward a packet of cookies.

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