Page 109 of Javier

By the time Missy woke up, I sat on the deck in the glimmer of candlelight. I stood when she ventured out on the deck barefooted, wearing a white cotton dress and nothing else. The breeze rippled softly through her luxurious mane and played with her skirt. The thin, loose fabric held no secrets, revealing the flowing shape of her delicate body, the dark blotches of her nipples poking through the dress, and the small patch of pubic hair at the top of her legs.

I knew that patch was as red as her hair. It presided over a wet, tight, responsive little pussy that loved my tongue, tasted rich, creamy, and buttery, and smelled like heaven on earth. I remembered her body’s intimate handshake and how her walls had squeezed around my fingers when she came.

My dick took off like a rocket. I made a supreme effort not to bend her over the table and fuck her brainless right then andthere. That would be bad. Right? Inconsiderate of me, selfish, and unkind. I took a leveling breath.

Slow it down, Marine.

She perused the candles and the champagne resting in its silver ice bucket next to the flutes before her eyes settled on me. Her lips formed into a small smile. “You look very handsome in white linen.”

“You look perfect in that dress,” even if I wanted to rip it off her.

She blushed and waved a hand over the table. “What’s this?”

“I figured we ate so late we’d only need a snack tonight.” I popped the cork, and after filling the pair of flutes standing on the tray, handed her a glass of cold champagne and raised my glass. “To you Angel, for bringing a slice of justice to this fucked-up planet.”

“That’s a tall order and a gross exaggeration, so I’ll drink to your health.” She clinked her flute to mine and drew a dainty sip. Her eyes lit up. “Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Yep.” I dragged the platter over and then held out the chair next to mine.

Holding her flute, she eased down on the chair, and met my eyes. “What are we doing?”

“Can’t you tell?” I sat next to her and knocked back a gulp of bubbly. “Champagne, strawberries, and candlelight. Isn’t that how they do it in the movies?”

She eyed me closely. “I didn’t peg you for the type.”

I grinned. “I’m learning.”

She picked a strawberry, bit down on it, and made the sexiest sound in the world. “Mmmmm.” She chewed and swallowed. “Delicious.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips, moist and ripe, like the strawberry she’d just eaten. They reminded me of her otherlips, swollen and wet and ready to be plowed. I tried to get the mental image of my cock plunging into her out of my head, but I couldn’t. When her little tongue darted out and licked the juice from her lips, my engorged dick throbbed and expanded in my pants.

I leaned over and hovered my lips over her mouth. “Your pussy is even more delicious.”

She set down her flute and went very still. Had I spooked her?

“Javi?” she murmured. “I’m not hungry. Are you?”

I told her the truth. “Only for you.”

Our eyes locked. We stood up at the same time. Breathing raggedly, we faced each other. Her hands were fisted at her sides. So were mine. Her eyes darkened into swirling pools of desire. Her nipples poked through her dress as if screaming for my hands. The air sparked between us, and I could no longer contain the forces that drew me to her.

We both lost it at the same time.

Our bodies collided. Our mouths clashed, a maelstrom of lips, tongues, and raking teeth. The world ignited and the blaze scalded my veins and poured my boiling blood into my monstrous erection.

I drank her in with all my senses. She tasted like berries, but better; like fine chocolate, but richer. I licked the juice from her lips and dipped my tongue in her mouth, savoring the full range of her flavors and the heat of her lust. It paired so well with champagne.

Every part of me was engaged in that kiss, clamoring to finish what we’d started the night before. I hardened to the point of pain. Clutching her to my chest, I ground my hardware against her soft body. Running my hands down her back, I clutched the halves of her ass and pressed her tighter against me.

“Oh, God,” she heaved, throwing her arms around my neck.

She hugged me tight, squashing her breasts against my body and brushing her belly against my groin, feet scampering up as she climbed me like a tree. I cupped her ass and lifted her until we were perfectly aligned. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, her skirt rode up her thighs, and her eager pussy rubbed against me through a layer of linen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her lithe body writhed in my arms, caressing me with all the right parts, driving me mad. I was so horny, I could come right now.

“Bed,” I rasped between kisses, stumbling toward the door with her wrapped around me like clinging ivy.

“Bed,” she heaved, kissing my chin, sliding her mouth down my neck. “Hurry.”

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