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“What did you bring?” she asks.
I gesture for her to sit, then take a spot beside her. She looks at the feast I have laid out.
Her favorite chicken salad made fresh with my own two hands using Eleanor’s recipe. A bowl of blackberries, strawberries, raspberries, and green grapes. No cantaloupe or melon in sight because I know she hates the taste of them. She can’t even stand when they touch other fruit, so I made the bowl especially for her rather than buy a premixed bowl. I bought fresh bread from the market in town so that she could make a sandwich if she wanted, but I also brought her favorite buttery crackers in case she was in the mood to eat it that way.
For sides, I brought macaroni salad, baked kettle chips, and a veggie tray with dip.
For dessert, I took some of the leftover strawberries and dipped them into melted chocolate. I even attempted the drizzle, which looks terrible, but I hope she will recognize the effort.
I even grabbed her favorite zero-sugar water with all the vitamins in it. I took care in every single detail of tonight.
“This is so much. You didn’t have to do all of this.” She looks up at me, her eyes a bit glazed.
“Of course I did. You deserve so much more than this. I hope this will suffice for a first date, at least. I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you truly deserve.”
She leans forward, kissing me. I return her kiss with one of my own, my hand coming up to cup the side of her face. When her hands wind their way around my neck, I press in closer.
I know I should insist we eat, but she has become an addiction for me. I crave the feel of her against me. I’m powerless to stop her when she pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me.
I let my free hand fall to her hip while my other buries itself in her hair. I kiss her with all the passion I have burning inside of me for her. She doesn’t miss a beat, giving it back to me as hard as I am giving it to her.
When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, and she looks fevered.
“I know this is a first date, but I really want to do something that good girls don’t do on first dates,” she whispers as I sit up and pull her face to mine.
I press a chaste kiss before I answer her. “Then be a bad girl. I don’t mind punishing you for it later.”
She moans against me as I pull her hips in tighter against me. She rocks once before she pulls back from my body. When she stands, I am mesmerized as she begins to strip off her jacket and shirt, no bra underneath. Then she rids herself of the chaps. Her pants and panties are the next to go.
Seeing her naked for the first time has my heart palpitating. I swear I am going to die, but fuck, if this isn’t the way to go.
She smiles at me all coy and says, “Your turn.”
I don’t hesitate, standing to strip myself until I’m bare. Then I pull her into me, feeling her skin against mine.
“What next, you little minx?” I ask.
“Lie back down.”
Usually, I’m the one to take control when it comes to the bedroom, but right now, I would do anything she asked. Even if she wanted me to jump off this boat butt naked and swim to shore. I would do it.
So lying on the makeshift bed isn’t even a hard ask. I lie back where I was before she asked me to strip. When she walks around to stand at the top of my head, all I can focus on is her glistening pussy. My mouth is salivating to taste her.
She doesn’t disappoint. My girl, as shy as she can be sometimes, is all confidence right now as she lowers herself until her pussy hovers over my face. I pull her hips more firmly down, licking her from clit to taint, savoring her taste on my tongue.
She falls forward, her head resting on my lower stomach as she lets out a groan.
I don’t give her a reprieve. I do it again, needing that sound more than my next breath.
When she gives it, I smile against her. I think this will be my favorite activity for the rest of my life. Making Harlee moan.
I continue my assault on her pussy, only grunting when I feel the warmth of her mouth surround my swollen cock. It feels so good that I can already tell I won’t be lasting long inside of her.
Not wanting to waste any time, I pick up my pace, using my fingers as an aid as I push Harlee closer and closer to her orgasm.
When it finally hits, she sprays my fingers and face with her release as her body trembles against me. Her mouth is still firmly on my cock as she moans, sending vibrations down my spine. I jerk inside of her mouth, finding my own release in the midst of hers. When her body finally relaxes and she pulls from my cock, I pick up her body and turn her so she is tucked into my chest. Then I pull the blanket up over us.
She looks up at the sky as she smiles. “You promised me stars.”
