Page 4 of Flawless

I want more than just to see them. I want to touch them, taste them, and know what they feel like underneath me and against me.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks in a low, husky tone.

“Waiting for?” I ask, thinking I’ve just spoken something aloud that I shouldn’t have.

“You’re watching me, planning on the perfect moment to kiss me, and looking at my nipples that are erect and outlined in the moonlight. You want to taste them,” she says so matter of factly.

Chuckling, I hold my head down and scratch the back of my neck.

“Guilty as charged.”

Danica sits up straight and stands. She moves directly in front of me. When she reaches for my hands, I remain seated on the fountain and tug her until she’s leaning down toward me. Igrab the back of one thigh and squeeze it until she lifts her foot onto the fountain.

“Have a seat,” I say, patting my lap.

She looks down at my lap with a smirk and then straddles me.

“That will work, too,” I say as she drapes her arms around my neck.

Running my hands up and down her back, I relish the satisfied purr that she releases as she leans into me.

“Are they as soft as I imagine?” I ask when she presses her forehead against mine.

“What? My breasts?”

“No. Your lips,” I say before I gently suck the bottom one.

The next time I stick my tongue out to trace her lip, she sticks her tongue out, as well. For several seconds, that’s all we do; not kissing, just touching tongues. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever done on a first kiss with a woman that I don’t know.

My hands drag down her back as I finally move from her mouth to her neck. She tastes like honeysuckle, and her whimpers are sweet and shoot straight to my cock, causing my erection to grow.

“You’ve found my spot,” she moans as she wiggles in my lap.

My hands shift underneath her, pulling her dress from underneath her ass. I’m generously rewarded with a handful of ass.

“Commando,” I grunt into her neck as I suck, lick, and bite.

“Could be your lucky night.”

“Could be?”

“If you make me feel just right,” she purrs like a feline.

My hands slip a little further, and Danica shifts, allowing me to slide my fingers across her lips. She’s wet and swollen, and I can’t help but tug them.

“Zenon,” she moans when I slip my fingers inside of her.

“That’s it, sweetness,” I murmur in her ear. “Work that pussy, meu querido,” I encourage her.

“Ahh, Portuguese. The language of love,” she giggles before she collapses into a moan when I thrust a third finger inside of her.

“Tu falas demais,” I tell her. “Someone might hear you.”

“I’ll be quiet,” she whimpers.

“Good,” I whisper before silencing her whimpers with a kiss.

The kiss is tangy and spicy and reminiscent of summer days. My thumb rubs against her clit while my other three fingers move back and forth inside her gently.

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