Page 15 of Fake Spring Fling

My right hand drifts down until I’m toying with the edge of her yoga pants. My tongue slowly glides around her peak three more times. Then I pull back. “Madison, please tell me to touch your sweet little pussy and make you come.”

Even in the dappled light of the forest, I can see her pupils dilate. She’s fired up. Aroused for me. I’m the man she belongs with, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

She hesitates for only a second. “Yeah…” She inhales sharply as my fingers sneak inside the fabric. “Anything. Everything.”

I kiss along her throat as my fingertips slide lower. “Spread your legs a bit, gorgeous.”

Madison holds onto me firmly, making room for my hand to slip between her thighs. We both shiver at the sensation of my fingers gliding through her wet pussy lips. She’s so soft. She’s also drenched. It’s hard to stifle a groan as my cock quivers, desperate to burst from my jeans.

Not now. I’m only focused on my precious girl, as her breathy sighs grow louder. Exploring every fold and crease, I tease her gently, dancing all around her button, not quite dipping inside.

Once she’s breathless, clinging to me and wobbling slightly, I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her against me for a deep kiss. My thick middle finger glides inside as my thumb brushes her clit firmly.

Her yelp echoes around the trees, making me chuckle. “Is that the spot, darlin’?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

This time she’s the one slanting her mouth against mine as my hand gradually moves faster. Each sharp inhale I hear from her perfect lips expands my heart. This luscious girl ismine. This is going to be real. I’ve yearned for a perfect angel for so long, and now she’s here in my arms, and about to come for me.

My pulse races, muscles tightening. I’m as excited about her impending climax as she is. “Mmm, Yeah, baby. Come on my hand. Let me feel you.”

My finger is drenched as my thumb flutters faster. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, holding on tightly to keep her balance as she sways. My other hand steadies her by grabbing her perfect, round ass.

I wish I could take a photo of this moment. Madison flushed and breathless, out here in the forest. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide. I’ll remember this moment forever. This was meant to be.

I add another finger, and that’s all it takes. Madison’s mouth sucks at mine as we kiss frantically, muffling her wild cries as the climax rattles through her. I hold her close, reveling in every twitch and sound.

Finally, she slumps against my shoulder. I retrieve my hand, sucking my fingers clean. “Mmm. Delicious. You know, I would really love to taste this again, maybe straight from your soft skin after tonight’s big family dinner?”

Madison adjusts her yoga pants, looking around frantically, but we’re still totally alone, unless you count the few sparrows. “Um.” She blinks up at me as I stand. “Well, that would definitely be very on brand for wild spring fling behavior, wouldn’t it?”

She’s still sticking to the remnants of our story? Fine.

It’s just a matter of time before she sees that this is beyond real. There’s no way this magic is only going to last for a single weekend.

9

MADISON

By the end of Tanya and Steven’s engagement dinner, I can definitely see what Wyatt was talking about. Apparently, Tanya has a bunch of university friends who have scattered to the four winds and won’t be able to make any of the wedding festivities. She’s almost manic in her determination to “have them feel that they are right here in the room with us” when they watch the video of the engagement party.

Which, between the photographer and semi-professional videographer, has more coverage than some weddings.

“Don’t worry,” Wyatt murmurs, tapping my knee under the table. “According to the program, we should be able to escape as soon as the dancing starts.”

“Is that right after the dessert course?” I lower my voice. “Or is there a round of doves being released or a swan parade first?”

Wyatt grips the top of my thigh as we giggle as silently as possible. Which we’ve been doing through the extended round of toasts and speeches throughout the entire meal.

Then he freezes. “Uh oh.”

I follow Wyatt’s gaze across the room. Tanya and Steven are sitting in the center of a long table right by the entrance. There is a silver tea service in front of them, with all the desserts that are now being set out on a buffet table. I guess it’s a little extra moment to show them in a different romantic setting?

Even from here, though, I can see that Tanya’s bottom lip is quivering as the videographer shows her the back of his camera. I can’t quite hear what they’re saying, beyond “Not the right color!”

I’m already on my feet. “Back in a sec.”

Steven and the videographer both seem relieved when I step in. “Tanya,” I ask quietly, “is there anything I can do to help?”

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