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“Another reason I love you,” he said, kissing her. They were stretched out on the bench of their favorite boat, staring up at the stars. Ambry reached over, sliding her hand up his thigh, feeling the stiff cock beneath his shorts.
“Babe,” he mumbled.
“It’s just my hand, Pierre. Let me give you something to remember,” she whispered.
He couldn’t have said no even if he wanted to. Her soft, long fingers unzipped his shorts, pulling the long, stiff cock from his briefs. Gently at first, she stroked him, kissing him, licking along his jaw to his earlobes.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, shaking as she said it. He was much bigger than she thought. She could feel the hot liquid at his tip and used it to lubricate her fingers, stroking up and down, circling his head as he writhed against her hand.
“Ambry…” he moaned, gripping her hand, holding it in place over his cock. Their fingers were coated with his thick, hot cum, and she smiled up at him. She was ready to turn and release him, but he shook his head.
Instead, he moved to kneel between her knees, pushing her small skirt higher on her thighs. The tiny thong was pushed to the side, and he could smell her sex.
Lifting her legs, he placed her feet flat on the bench, wide apart. As his lips caressed her inner thigh, she gripped his head as he neared her opening. It was a shock when she discovered that his tongue was nearly as thick and long as his cock.
In and out, he licked her lips, tasting her. With one large thumb, he rubbed the hard nub as she writhed against him, her hips moving up and down.
“Pierre, Pierre,” she cried out.
“Fuck, yeah, baby girl,” he moaned. Holding his head with both hands, she forced him to stay where he was until her body shook with a violent need.
Leaning back on the seat, she smiled at his face, leaning forward to kiss him.
“I think we need to wash up before we go back,” she grinned.
“You gave me a beautiful gift, Ambry. One I’ll carry with me when I leave tomorrow.”
“Same, Pierre.”
They stayed in the bayou for a few more hours, just talking and laughing. When he walked her to her door, he held her for a long time, kissing her.
“I love you,” he said. “I’ll text you when I can.”
“Same,” she smiled. “And I love you too.”
He walked back down the steps, turning to make sure she got inside. It was silly. Where else would she go, and who would touch her? But she stared at him and smiled.
“Pierre? I might want to rethink the whole children thing.”
Before he could respond, she was inside locking the door. All he could do was grin. With any luck, they’d have three very adorable, very identical, latte colored, blue-eyed babies.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ambry couldn’t believe how much she missed Pierre. She wasn’t even to Jacksonville yet. Seated on the plane, all she could think about was her next break when they could see one another.
“You got laid,” smirked her friend, Judy.
She stared at her, not believing she would say something like that out loud. Actually, she did believe it. Judy pretty much said whatever was on her mind and didn’t care who was around her. Ambry cringed every time the woman opened her mouth.
“I did not,” she said quietly. “And please don’t talk that way on a crowded airplane.”
“You’re such a prude, Ambry,” laughed the young woman. “You’re an adult, you know. You can talk about these things out in the open now. Sex, body parts, all of it is okay. You don’t have to say words like his ‘pee-pee’ or your ‘privates’ anymore.”
“I’m aware. But I was taught by my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother to be a little more lady-like, and you don’t talk about things like that with strangers. And for your information, my family openly talks about sex, bodies, and other intimate things. We’re not prudes.”
“Well, Miss Priss. My apologies. But you did get laid.”
