Page 58 of My Karmic Destiny

The city lights don’t pollute the darkness here. With the moon gone, the only light is from a few lanterns and the fairy lights around the tent.

I have a bottle of wine and some glasses ready on an end table by the lounger.

“Get comfortable, and I’ll turn off some of the lights so we can watch nature’s show.”

She happily reclines on the chaise, while I open the wine and pour a glass for both of us, handing one to her.

“Oh wait. I thought you weren’t drinking anymore,” she comments, without judgment. “We had margaritas earlier, too.” Her eyes are wide and she shakes her head. “I’m a bad influence on you.”

Chuckling, as if that could ever be the case, I explain, “The drinks earlier were basically slushies. I figured a glass of wine sipped while enjoying my time with you isn’t a big deal. It’s not like before when I’ve downed a row of shots and gotten blind drunk to escape my problems. That isn’t me anymore.”

“True. Everything in moderation,” she agrees and clinks my glass with hers.

I hurry to turn out the lights, only leaving a lantern on the lowest setting inside the tent. As it is, we can barely see beyond our noses, it’s just enough not to trip on something and hurt ourselves.

I crawl up next to Tessa and pull the blanket over us. It’s not cold, but there’s enough of a chill in the air. Besides, I like the feel of being snuggled up with her. It feels blissfully domestic. I’ve never dreamed I’d get something like this in my life.

Tessa hands me my wine and then pulls my arm over her shoulders so she can tuck against my chest. She can probably hear how wildly it’s beating being so close to her. I wish I could freeze this moment in time and live here. Her body perfectly fitsagainst mine. Soft curves light up my spirit where they press against me.

A huge meteor slices above our heads, and we both shout in awe as if we are at a concert with fireworks.

“What a great idea,” Tessa praises me, and my chest fills with pride.

I finally did something right.

We watch the light show and laugh and talk, slowly sipping our wine. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better night in my life.

I kiss her again, and she sets down her glass.

Her hand dips down to my jeans, and she pops the button and unzips me, her hand slipping under my briefs. I’m hard as a fucking pipe.

“Wait.” I grasp her wrist, stopping her.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” She freezes. “I thought…”

“I do want to…” I really fuckingwantto. “But you don’t have to do anything with me tonight.”

“I know.” Then she moves from my hold, and her soft fingers stroke along my shaft.

I almost unload right then, like a teenage boy with his first erection and a strong breeze.

I caress the side of her face. Then I move lower slowly until my lips skimming over her breast through the fabric of her dress. When she responds and arches into my touch, I cup her ample tit and squeeze.

My thumb brushes over her hard nipple, and my hips buck into her circled fist, gripped around my cock. I dip my head down and tug her top down with my teeth and sample her perfect breasts.

We’re moaning and grinding in a dance as old as time. But I crave more.

I can’t hold back, so I slip down, disappearing under the blanket. Then I knock it lower. I need to see every inch of her beautiful flesh as it glows in the starlight.

After pulling her dress up to her hips, I hook my fingers over her panty straps.

“May I taste you? Please.”

“Yes,” she breathes out in a whisper. She lifts her hips.

I pull down her lacy panties and stuff them in my pocket. Yeah, I’m stealing them as a memento.

Her legs fall open for me, and the light is just enough to see her glistening center. I kiss up her thick inner thigh and finally land a kiss on her pussy. My tongue darts out and catches the flavor of her. Wildflowers.

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