Page 8 of The Curvy Girl's Father of the Bride
“Hmm?” I make a trail from her lips, nipping and kissing her velvet skin to her neck. She gasps, arching her back, giving me better access as I continue my assault, traveling down to her delectable collarbone. “Yes, Louisa?” I ask between kisses.
“I want you so much…” she pants.
I raise my head and look at her, studying her face for any hesitation or doubt. Finding none, it’s all systems go. I can barely contain myself. I kiss her again, letting my hands roam over her luscious curves, gently at first, until I’m cupping her breast, grunting and kissing her like a madman. “You areallI want,” I whisper against her lips with my fingers instinctively moving down her dress. I never take my lips off her luscious mouth and slide my hand under her hem. Up my fingers go over her creamy fleshy thigh, seeking that decadent treasure she’s hiding between her legs.Mine.
Her panties are soaking. I tuck my fingers under the wet fabric, finally making contact with her hot slick seam and grunt, ready to come in my slacks from touching her alone. But this isn’t about me., I live to give Louisa pleasure. I massage her slowly, spreading her honey around and around her perfect clit.
Louisa moans into my mouth, her hands roaming across my back, nails scratching through my shirt. She wraps a leg around mine as I keep the pressure on her needy little sweet spot steady, bringing her to the edge over and over. “That’s it baby girl,” I husk in her ear. “Let go,sweetheart.” Her breathy whimpers are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Christ, I’m lost in her and my cock is about to burst. “Come for me, Louisa,” I barely get the words out and increase the intensity of my touch. She rocks against my fingers harder and faster, until she shatters in my arms. She clings to me for support with a leg still coiled around me. I hold on to her as her knees buckle and she lets out one final ecstatic moan that almost brings me over the edge.
“You’re exquisite,” I say softly, and my voice aches with the truth. Her hooded, sultry eyes latch on to mine before I cradle her tight against me in a desperate attempt to stay in the moment forever.
But God knows, forever is an impossibility. The smell of her on my fingers, the realization of what I’ve just done, comes with a breeze off the lake like a slap, snapping me back to my senses. “Forgive me,” I whisper into her shoulder, nestling into her silky hair, surrounded by her scent. “Please, forgive me.” My heart cracks.
“For what?” Louisa breaks from our embrace and searches my face. “What am I supposed to forgive you for?”
“For taking advantage of you. For grabbing you before you walked into that tent and for dragging you down here to have my way with you. I swear … Louisa I swear to you, I lo—”, I stop myself before I go straight off the cliff to no-return land. “I care so much about you, but—”
She presses her fingers against my lips. “Stop. Just stop it.” Louisa props her hands on her curvy hips and glares at me. “It takes two to tango, Jeremy. Don’t you think I have a say in this? You didn’t take advantage of me.” Her eyes fill with tears. Oh God no.
“No, no, no, please don’t cry,” I say, restraining myself from reaching out and holding her, afraid my touch will only make it worse. “The last thing I meant to do was hurt you.”
“I’m not crying,” she snaps. “I’m fucking pissed.”
“What?” I balk, completely confused. “You’re mad? At me? Because?”
“You’re obviously not going to give into your desires,” she fumes, with a blistering stare zeroed in on me. “You’re going to pretend that what just happened, didn’t. Then you’ll look at me for the remainder of my life in shame, and I’ll bet you won’t even be able to face my father. Then again, who knows? Maybe you were playing with me, and I’m just a toy to you.”
Stunned. I’m at a loss for words. She’s dead wrong about me not wanting her, but I sure as hell won’t admit she’s right about the rest of it. I was hoping we could somehow forget we ever kissed, never mind how I made her come, and I wasn’t planning on seeing her dad anytime soon.
She shakes her head, like she’s disappointed with me and I fucking hate it. “You know I’m right, don’t you?”
I straighten to my full height. “Well someone had to be the grown up here and stop things from going any further. I’m twenty-three years older, so it had to be me.”
Her blonde hair gleams in the moonlight as she shakes her head and tsks tsks me, like I don’t have a clue. “Just because you were born earlier doesn’t necessarily make you the grown up.” She smooths the front of her dress and turns, ready to storm off, and I can’t handle it.
“Louisa,” I shout, rushing to grab her hand. When I do, her shoulders slump.
She spins on a dime with a scowl made just for me. “What?”
“Iwantedto fuck you. Iwantto lick every inch of you. I want to do anything and everything under the sun with you Louisa. Honestly. Shit, I jacked off in the cabana the other night when I saw you in your bathing suit.”
“You what?” Her face lights up with a grin. “Did you really do that?”
“You’re killing me here.” She captures my stare and holds it in a standoff until we both crack up. “It would sure make it easier to resist you if you didn’t seem so damn happy about your body driving me insane.”
She tilts her head and studies me intently. “But not insane enough for you to actuallydoanything about it? Except, well, that thing you did with your fingers felt pretty good.” She can’t even finish the sentence without laughing.
I step closer and cautiously cup her cheeks in my hands. She tries to avoid my eyes, but I tilt her head up and latch on to her tumultuous stare. “Don’t think for one second I’m not incredibly attracted to you. I wanted to rip your fucking dress off and drill you right here on the dirt and pine needles.”
“I wish you would have.”
“But you’re not considering the ramifications of what you’re saying. I’m your godfather, for Christ’s sake. And what about your dad?”
She defiantly pulls away from me. “Like I said, just because you’re older doesn’t make you the grown up.” With that, she turns on her heels and sashays her sweet hips out of here.
Chapter nine
Jeremy
