Page 73 of Tasty Cherry

This time when Mila taps me to be let down, I set her bare feet on the smooth polished wood deck. Her hair is wild, her skin golden in the fading light. She can’t stop looking at the view.

I can’t stop looking at her.

She turns, the outline of one breast against the backdrop of the mountains, and for the first time in my life, I wish I was the one with Arya’s gift of painting. I want to burn this image into my brain.

I step forward to tug at the waistband of her skirt.

She holds it a minute, almost shy, but I lean in. “You are a goddess and I’m going to worship every inch of you.”

She lets go, and I slide it over her hips, kissing skin as it’s revealed.

The wind rushes through the trees, making leaves dance in its wake, some of them fluttering across the deck.

“I feel reckless,” Mila says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside.”

I remain kneeling in front of her, the skirt puddling as she steps out of it.

“You’re about to do a lot more than be naked out here.”

She lifts her eyes to mine. “Can I practice some things first?”

“I am all yours.”

She taps my shoulders to get me to stand up, then tentatively works on my shirt buttons.

I wait her out, looking at everything. Her hair curls over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her round, delectable breasts. I can’t help but touch them again, running a thumb across the tight nipples.

She smiles at that, but moves my arm as she pushes the shirt down my back.

She reaches for my belt, sliding it through and unlatching the hook. Then she unsnaps my jeans, and the zipper eases down with a gentle hiss.

Mila bends close as she pushes the jeans down. I step out of them as she kneels to bring them over my feet.

Then, they are gone, and Mila is still on the ground, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. Her hair blows everywhere, and those tight nipples are rosy with the light of sunset. I could not be any more erect, and my gray boxers damn near block my view with how they tent out.

She reaches up, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She touches me outside of the boxers first, running a shy hand along the length. Everything in me twitches, from my fingers to the tip of my cock.

When she reaches the top, she grasps the elastic band and tugs it down.

Of course, the elastic catches on me, and she has to reach in to pull it out of the way.

Her hand on my throbbing skin sends precum sliding out. She touches it with her fingertips, spreading it on the head.

I groan. She’s killing me.

“You like that?” she asks.

“I like everything.”

“I don’t want to mess up.” She holds the boxers open with one hand while reaching in with the other, wrapping her fingers around me.

“You can’t mess up. It’s all—” Whatever I was going to say next ends in something even I can’t decipher.

She’s gaining confidence. I can see it in her smile and how she pulls the boxers down.

She sits on her knees, holding my cock, contemplating it. “It’s purple. I didn’t think it would be so colorful.”

I grip the rail, trying to hold onto control.

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